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Mistrals Kiss :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 132 из 148Of all the men I’d agreed to have sex with, Holly and his brother were the ones who gave me the most pause.
Jonty’s arms tightened around me, almost possessively. That was both good and bad. If all of Jonty was in proportion, then I could not satisfy him and live to tell the tale. But it was hard to tell with the Red Cap; his possessiveness might have had nothing to do with sex, and everything to do with the blood magic.
Holly drew his hand from my shoulder. He began to lick the blood from his hand like a cat that has dipped its paw in your glass of milk. His eyes fluttered closed as he licked. “She calls your blood,” he said, in a low voice better suited for a bedroom than a battlefield.
“Yes,” Jonty said, and that one word from him had the same overly intimate tone.
I was missing something, but did not want to admit that I didn’t know what was happening, or why they were so fascinated with the fact that touching me made the Red Cap bleed more. At a loss, I changed the subject. “If you want me to call blood from our enemies, we need to get closer to the archers.” I fought to keep my voice matter-of-fact, as if I knew exactly what was happening and either didn’t care or took it completely in stride.
“And who will hold you while you call blood, so those dainty feet do not touch the cold ground?” Holly said.
“I will stand on my own.”
“I will hold you,” Jonty said.
“You are a goblin, Jonty. Goblins fight among themselves as sport, which means it is likely there is at least a nick somewhere on your body. If you have a wound, even a small one, when I call blood, I will bleed you, too.”
“I am no Red Cap to brawl for the sake of brawling. I save my flesh for other things,” Holly said. He licked the last of the blood from his hand in a long smooth movement that should have been sensual, but managed to be mostly just unnerving.
“I will stand on my own,” I repeated.
“Your brother waves to get our attention,” Jonty said then to Holly, and moved forward.
Holly hesitated, as if he would block our way, but then moved aside, speaking as Jonty passed him. “I will see you survive this night, Princess, for I mean to have you.”
“I remember our bargain, Holly,” I called back.
The smaller goblin hurried to keep up with Jonty’s longer strides. It was like a child running after an adult, though Holly wouldn’t have thanked me for the comparison. “I hear reluctance in your voice, Princess, and the sex will be all the sweeter for it.”
“Do not torment her on the edge of battle, Holly,” Jonty said.
Jonty’s arms tightened around me, almost possessively. That was both good and bad. If all of Jonty was in proportion, then I could not satisfy him and live to tell the tale. But it was hard to tell with the Red Cap; his possessiveness might have had nothing to do with sex, and everything to do with the blood magic.
Holly drew his hand from my shoulder. He began to lick the blood from his hand like a cat that has dipped its paw in your glass of milk. His eyes fluttered closed as he licked. “She calls your blood,” he said, in a low voice better suited for a bedroom than a battlefield.
“Yes,” Jonty said, and that one word from him had the same overly intimate tone.
I was missing something, but did not want to admit that I didn’t know what was happening, or why they were so fascinated with the fact that touching me made the Red Cap bleed more. At a loss, I changed the subject. “If you want me to call blood from our enemies, we need to get closer to the archers.” I fought to keep my voice matter-of-fact, as if I knew exactly what was happening and either didn’t care or took it completely in stride.
“And who will hold you while you call blood, so those dainty feet do not touch the cold ground?” Holly said.
“I will stand on my own.”
“I will hold you,” Jonty said.
“You are a goblin, Jonty. Goblins fight among themselves as sport, which means it is likely there is at least a nick somewhere on your body. If you have a wound, even a small one, when I call blood, I will bleed you, too.”
“I am no Red Cap to brawl for the sake of brawling. I save my flesh for other things,” Holly said. He licked the last of the blood from his hand in a long smooth movement that should have been sensual, but managed to be mostly just unnerving.
“I will stand on my own,” I repeated.
“Your brother waves to get our attention,” Jonty said then to Holly, and moved forward.
Holly hesitated, as if he would block our way, but then moved aside, speaking as Jonty passed him. “I will see you survive this night, Princess, for I mean to have you.”
“I remember our bargain, Holly,” I called back.
The smaller goblin hurried to keep up with Jonty’s longer strides. It was like a child running after an adult, though Holly wouldn’t have thanked me for the comparison. “I hear reluctance in your voice, Princess, and the sex will be all the sweeter for it.”
“Do not torment her on the edge of battle, Holly,” Jonty said.