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Danse Macabre :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 25 из 427«I do ask forgiveness, but it's still the most you've ever let me touchyou.»
I shook my head and pushed past him. Micah and Nathaniel followed me. Nathaniel was carrying the overnight bag that held, among other things, the pregnancy tests. I knew when he came out of the store with them why I'd put off buying them. It made the whole problem more real. Stupid, but it did.
«You've slept in the same bed with me, Graham,» I called back over my shoulder as I headed for the big door that led underground.
«Sleeping's not what I want,» he said.
I stopped at the door, and just turned and stared at him. The other men moved to either side to let me see him better.
Graham looked at me, his eyes peeking through the silky fringe of his overly long bangs. It always made me think of an animal peering at me through the grass. The upper layer hadn't been this long when I met him.
«I do not need your shit tonight, Graham.»
«Why are you always mad at me?»
«I am not always mad at you, Graham.»
«If you're not mad at me, then why don't you like me better?»
«I don't dislike you, Graham, I just don't want to fuck you. I'm allowed not to fuck you, even though you want to fuck me.»
«Don't fuck me then, just feed the ardeur off me. Feed it the way you fed off Nathaniel for months without intercourse.»
I shook my head. «I don't want to introduce the passion of the ardeur to someone I'm not keeping. It's cruel.»
«The ardeur is the greatest orgasmic experience that any of the vampire lines can give to a mortal.» Graham's face was full of such eagerness, his hands reaching out to the air as if he could draw the ardeur out of it, and hug it to him. «I just want to know what it feels like. The real deal, not the little tastes I've had by accident. Why is that wrong, Anita? Why is it wrong to want that?»
«She's afraid you'll become addicted,» Micah said, voice soft.
Graham shook his head. «I've never been addicted to anything in my life.»
«Lucky you,» Nathaniel said.
«Please, Anita, don't go to strangers to feed the ardeur . Don't go to strangers when there are people right here who would do almost anything to feed your need.»
I made an exasperated sound, almost a scream of frustration, and went for the door. I opened it and we headed down the stone steps that led down, down, to the actual home of the Master of the City.
The steps were too wide, too something, as if they'd been carved for something that didn't walk on two feet. The stairs were always awkward, which was why I was still in jogging shoes.
I shook my head and pushed past him. Micah and Nathaniel followed me. Nathaniel was carrying the overnight bag that held, among other things, the pregnancy tests. I knew when he came out of the store with them why I'd put off buying them. It made the whole problem more real. Stupid, but it did.
«You've slept in the same bed with me, Graham,» I called back over my shoulder as I headed for the big door that led underground.
«Sleeping's not what I want,» he said.
I stopped at the door, and just turned and stared at him. The other men moved to either side to let me see him better.
Graham looked at me, his eyes peeking through the silky fringe of his overly long bangs. It always made me think of an animal peering at me through the grass. The upper layer hadn't been this long when I met him.
«I do not need your shit tonight, Graham.»
«Why are you always mad at me?»
«I am not always mad at you, Graham.»
«If you're not mad at me, then why don't you like me better?»
«I don't dislike you, Graham, I just don't want to fuck you. I'm allowed not to fuck you, even though you want to fuck me.»
«Don't fuck me then, just feed the ardeur off me. Feed it the way you fed off Nathaniel for months without intercourse.»
I shook my head. «I don't want to introduce the passion of the ardeur to someone I'm not keeping. It's cruel.»
«The ardeur is the greatest orgasmic experience that any of the vampire lines can give to a mortal.» Graham's face was full of such eagerness, his hands reaching out to the air as if he could draw the ardeur out of it, and hug it to him. «I just want to know what it feels like. The real deal, not the little tastes I've had by accident. Why is that wrong, Anita? Why is it wrong to want that?»
«She's afraid you'll become addicted,» Micah said, voice soft.
Graham shook his head. «I've never been addicted to anything in my life.»
«Lucky you,» Nathaniel said.
«Please, Anita, don't go to strangers to feed the ardeur . Don't go to strangers when there are people right here who would do almost anything to feed your need.»
I made an exasperated sound, almost a scream of frustration, and went for the door. I opened it and we headed down the stone steps that led down, down, to the actual home of the Master of the City.
The steps were too wide, too something, as if they'd been carved for something that didn't walk on two feet. The stairs were always awkward, which was why I was still in jogging shoes.