She would wage a bet that he was not some kind of mutant.  If the witches thought that, they might have just killed him before he really took his first few breaths.  If they had not killed him, it stood to reason that they had a motivation for that.  Maybe that was why Blackvayne wanted him.<br/><br/>“I don’t like most people touching me, and his touch...it always felt like ice.  Almost painful.  And yes, I could have slept with him and I probably could have had him use his psychic abilities to mute that sensation...but...” She stopped, trying work out a more concrete reason.  Sex with Blackvayne probably would have been an intense and amazing experience, but it would have been just like all the other times she had shared her bed with someone.  It would have been transactional.<br/><br/>Vara pulled up the comforter on the bed and shook it a few times, trying to get the dust off it.<br/><br/>“I knew that sleeping with him meant that I would be his.  I didn’t want to be his.  Even a queen of his is still a slave to his will.  And he’s not the monogamous type.  You will never be the only star in his sky.  Yet, the women who were with him seemed almost...addicted to him.  I just did not want to be owned like that.  Ever.”  It was still a very real fear to her, even now.  If they had to go back, she sincerely doubted that Blackvayne would let Geraint “keep” her.  He would see her affections for the werewolf as a challenge, something to be overcome.<br/><br/>“You’re the first person I’ve been with that things actually feel...right.  My other experiences were fine, they did the job, but it wasn’t like last night.”