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Danse Macabre :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 348 из 427But I was toofar into beast mind for sight to help or hurt that much. It was all about the smell of him, the sound of his breathing, and his heartbeat. I laid my ear against his chest so I could hear that frantic beating, so clear, so wonderfully afraid. I put my hand on his stomach so I could ride the movement of it, as he breathed.
«Slow your breathing, Noel,» Micah said, «or you're going to hyperventilate.»
«I can't help it,» Noel said, voice breathless, «she's not thinking about sex.»
«If you act like food, then you're food,» Travis said from behind us.
I lay there on the floor, my head over his heart, my hand on the quick rise and fall of his stomach. So soft, so… tender.
The thought slid my face down his body, until I rested at his sternum, the upper edge of his stomach. So close now that I could not so much see the fast rise and fall of his body as feel it under my cheek. I rolled my face over, and kissed his stomach.
He jerked, as if I'd bit him, and made a wonderful whimpering sound.
I buried my mouth in the soft, easy flesh of his belly. I took as much of his flesh into my mouth as I could hold, and not draw blood. I bit him, hard and deep, and it took all my willpower to rise up from that flesh, and leave it whole.
I pushed back from him, crab-walked until the wall stopped me. The sensation of all that warm, tender flesh filled my mouth. I could still feel it, a sensory memory that would haunt.
«Talk to me, Anita.» Micah's calm voice.
I shook my head. «Food,» I whispered, «just food.»
«Noel is just food,» Micah said.
I nodded, eyes still closed.
«Get up, Noel.» Travis's voice, unhappy, angry.
«I'm sorry,» Noel said.
I finally opened my eyes, to watch him drag his shirt back over his body. He wouldn't meet anyone's eyes, as if he'd failed.
«It's okay, Noel. Auggie and Pierce are right, Joseph shops for bottoms.»
«He's not a bottom,» Nathaniel said. «If he had been he'd have enjoyed the biting, and the danger. It might even have been enough to push you from food to sex.» Nathaniel shrugged. «He's too straightlaced.»
Once I would have argued.
«I would ask one favor,» Travis said.
We looked at him.
«Can you come to me, instead of making me crawl to you?»
I remembered what I'd forgotten to ask, and asked it. «Is the broken arm the worst injury?»
«At least two cracked ribs, maybe a small break. Dr. Lillian said she'd need X-rays to be certain.
«Slow your breathing, Noel,» Micah said, «or you're going to hyperventilate.»
«I can't help it,» Noel said, voice breathless, «she's not thinking about sex.»
«If you act like food, then you're food,» Travis said from behind us.
I lay there on the floor, my head over his heart, my hand on the quick rise and fall of his stomach. So soft, so… tender.
The thought slid my face down his body, until I rested at his sternum, the upper edge of his stomach. So close now that I could not so much see the fast rise and fall of his body as feel it under my cheek. I rolled my face over, and kissed his stomach.
He jerked, as if I'd bit him, and made a wonderful whimpering sound.
I buried my mouth in the soft, easy flesh of his belly. I took as much of his flesh into my mouth as I could hold, and not draw blood. I bit him, hard and deep, and it took all my willpower to rise up from that flesh, and leave it whole.
I pushed back from him, crab-walked until the wall stopped me. The sensation of all that warm, tender flesh filled my mouth. I could still feel it, a sensory memory that would haunt.
«Talk to me, Anita.» Micah's calm voice.
I shook my head. «Food,» I whispered, «just food.»
«Noel is just food,» Micah said.
I nodded, eyes still closed.
«Get up, Noel.» Travis's voice, unhappy, angry.
«I'm sorry,» Noel said.
I finally opened my eyes, to watch him drag his shirt back over his body. He wouldn't meet anyone's eyes, as if he'd failed.
«It's okay, Noel. Auggie and Pierce are right, Joseph shops for bottoms.»
«He's not a bottom,» Nathaniel said. «If he had been he'd have enjoyed the biting, and the danger. It might even have been enough to push you from food to sex.» Nathaniel shrugged. «He's too straightlaced.»
Once I would have argued.
«I would ask one favor,» Travis said.
We looked at him.
«Can you come to me, instead of making me crawl to you?»
I remembered what I'd forgotten to ask, and asked it. «Is the broken arm the worst injury?»
«At least two cracked ribs, maybe a small break. Dr. Lillian said she'd need X-rays to be certain.