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Danse Macabre :: Гамильтон Лорел
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She looked at Jean-Claude. «Never again?»
«Not unless he wishes it.»
She turned that lovely face to Requiem. «Do you truly wish never to touch this body again?» She made her hands flow over her curves as she said it.
Some of the men in the hallway followed her hands down her body. Auggie and his men did. Requiem didn't. Jean-Claude didn't. None of the wereleopards did. Jason did, though. The view was nice if you didn't know the mind that went with it.
Meng Die walked past me, and the leopards, and the lions, like we weren't there. She went for Jason. He had looked, and he wasn't on the forbidden list.
She entwined herself around him, head on his shoulder. Even in the heels, she was shorter. «Come play with me, Jason.»
He laughed, and shook his head. «I've got a report to give .» I had no idea what report he was talking about.
«Afterward?» She made it a question.
He smiled, but said, «No. Thanks, but no.»
She ran her hand over the front of his jeans. Apparently, she wasn't feeling the least bit subtle today.
He grabbed her wrist, and said, «No.»
She jerked away from him. «Why is it no? Because she's here?» She pointed at me.
I hadn't known that Jason and Meng Die had had sex. It must have shown on my face, because she said, «You didn't know?»
I shook my head.
«We had a lot of fun, until you fucked him. Until you fed the ardeur off him.»
I stood up, and Micah and Nathaniel moved with me. «I didn't know he was your boyfriend,» I said.
«Meng Die doesn't have boyfriends,» Jason said, «just people she racks.»
«And what's wrong with that?» she asked.
«Not wrong, just not my thing.»
«You enjoyed it, Jason, I know you did.»
«You're good at fucking,» he said.
«So are you,» and she made it a purr. Not a cat purr, but that alto, sultry sound that some women can make. I've never been able to do it.
Jason grinned at her. «But sometimes I prefer to make love, not just fuck. I couldn't explain the difference to you.»
She frowned at him, the sultry look slipping around the edges. «Making love, it's all just pretty words for fucking.»
I glanced at Jean-Claude. «You couldn't teach her the difference?»
He gave an elegant shrug. «Some lessons come too late. She was much abused by the time I found her.»
«No,» Meng Die said, «no, my story is not for her. I want no one's pity, least of all hers.
She looked at Jean-Claude. «Never again?»
«Not unless he wishes it.»
She turned that lovely face to Requiem. «Do you truly wish never to touch this body again?» She made her hands flow over her curves as she said it.
Some of the men in the hallway followed her hands down her body. Auggie and his men did. Requiem didn't. Jean-Claude didn't. None of the wereleopards did. Jason did, though. The view was nice if you didn't know the mind that went with it.
Meng Die walked past me, and the leopards, and the lions, like we weren't there. She went for Jason. He had looked, and he wasn't on the forbidden list.
She entwined herself around him, head on his shoulder. Even in the heels, she was shorter. «Come play with me, Jason.»
He laughed, and shook his head. «I've got a report to give .» I had no idea what report he was talking about.
«Afterward?» She made it a question.
He smiled, but said, «No. Thanks, but no.»
She ran her hand over the front of his jeans. Apparently, she wasn't feeling the least bit subtle today.
He grabbed her wrist, and said, «No.»
She jerked away from him. «Why is it no? Because she's here?» She pointed at me.
I hadn't known that Jason and Meng Die had had sex. It must have shown on my face, because she said, «You didn't know?»
I shook my head.
«We had a lot of fun, until you fucked him. Until you fed the ardeur off him.»
I stood up, and Micah and Nathaniel moved with me. «I didn't know he was your boyfriend,» I said.
«Meng Die doesn't have boyfriends,» Jason said, «just people she racks.»
«And what's wrong with that?» she asked.
«Not wrong, just not my thing.»
«You enjoyed it, Jason, I know you did.»
«You're good at fucking,» he said.
«So are you,» and she made it a purr. Not a cat purr, but that alto, sultry sound that some women can make. I've never been able to do it.
Jason grinned at her. «But sometimes I prefer to make love, not just fuck. I couldn't explain the difference to you.»
She frowned at him, the sultry look slipping around the edges. «Making love, it's all just pretty words for fucking.»
I glanced at Jean-Claude. «You couldn't teach her the difference?»
He gave an elegant shrug. «Some lessons come too late. She was much abused by the time I found her.»
«No,» Meng Die said, «no, my story is not for her. I want no one's pity, least of all hers.