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Danse Macabre :: Гамильтон Лорел
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«No,» I agreed, «but I love you. I love Jean-Claude.»
«And Micah, and Nathaniel,» he said.
I nodded.
«And London, and Requiem,» he said.
I shook my head. «No, not them.»
«Why not love them? They are beautiful and perfect.»
I grinned. «Not perfect; handsome, but not perfect. Requiem's too damn moody by half. London, I'm a little embarrassed about him.»
«Why embarrassed?»
«Not sure, maybe because I'm not sure I even like him, and I had sex with him.» I felt Damian slumping at the table where he sat. Nathaniel caught his arm, kept him in the chair. Asher had to catch me or I might have fallen.
«You need to feed,» he said.
I nodded.
«Then we have talked enough. Tonight I will take care of you, because that is what you do when you love someone.»
Heat rose up in my face, and I wasn't sure why.
He laughed, not a magical vampire laugh, but a very masculine laugh. That laugh that lets you know you've pleased them in some very guy sort of way.
«What?» I asked, and wouldn't look at him, because I knew that would make the blush worse.
«You blushed because I said I loved you.»
I nodded, and tried to sound churlish, as I said, «So?»
«So, I know you love me.»
That made me look up at him. «Just because I blushed?»
He nodded.
«I blush a lot.»
He drew me into the circle of his arms. «Yes, but this one was for me.» He laid a kiss upon my forehead. «I would like to feed while you feed.»
«Haven't you fed yet?»
«No, the blood hunger did not rise.»
«Isn't that unusual?»
«Very.»
«Then feed.» I thought about it. «Though I'm sort of running out of spots for fresh fang marks.»
He touched the side of my neck where Requiem's bite lay. He traced his hand over the mound of my breast, dipping a little lower than the corset top until he caressed London's bite. He dipped his fingers lower, so that he touched my nipple. Just that brought my breath in a gasp.
He laughed again, that pleased sound. His hand slid up my thigh, forced me to move my legs apart so he could find Jean-Claude's bite in my very inner thigh.
My voice came breathy, «How did you know it was there?»
«I smelled it,» he whispered. «Are you ready for me?»
I nodded, because I didn't trust my voice.
«Then look at me, Anita, look into my eyes.
«No,» I agreed, «but I love you. I love Jean-Claude.»
«And Micah, and Nathaniel,» he said.
I nodded.
«And London, and Requiem,» he said.
I shook my head. «No, not them.»
«Why not love them? They are beautiful and perfect.»
I grinned. «Not perfect; handsome, but not perfect. Requiem's too damn moody by half. London, I'm a little embarrassed about him.»
«Why embarrassed?»
«Not sure, maybe because I'm not sure I even like him, and I had sex with him.» I felt Damian slumping at the table where he sat. Nathaniel caught his arm, kept him in the chair. Asher had to catch me or I might have fallen.
«You need to feed,» he said.
I nodded.
«Then we have talked enough. Tonight I will take care of you, because that is what you do when you love someone.»
Heat rose up in my face, and I wasn't sure why.
He laughed, not a magical vampire laugh, but a very masculine laugh. That laugh that lets you know you've pleased them in some very guy sort of way.
«What?» I asked, and wouldn't look at him, because I knew that would make the blush worse.
«You blushed because I said I loved you.»
I nodded, and tried to sound churlish, as I said, «So?»
«So, I know you love me.»
That made me look up at him. «Just because I blushed?»
He nodded.
«I blush a lot.»
He drew me into the circle of his arms. «Yes, but this one was for me.» He laid a kiss upon my forehead. «I would like to feed while you feed.»
«Haven't you fed yet?»
«No, the blood hunger did not rise.»
«Isn't that unusual?»
«Very.»
«Then feed.» I thought about it. «Though I'm sort of running out of spots for fresh fang marks.»
He touched the side of my neck where Requiem's bite lay. He traced his hand over the mound of my breast, dipping a little lower than the corset top until he caressed London's bite. He dipped his fingers lower, so that he touched my nipple. Just that brought my breath in a gasp.
He laughed again, that pleased sound. His hand slid up my thigh, forced me to move my legs apart so he could find Jean-Claude's bite in my very inner thigh.
My voice came breathy, «How did you know it was there?»
«I smelled it,» he whispered. «Are you ready for me?»
I nodded, because I didn't trust my voice.
«Then look at me, Anita, look into my eyes.