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Incubus Dreams :: Гамильтон Лорел
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He drew back from my neck with an exclamation, “Mother of Darkness save us, it’s Belle Morte!”
I met that wide-eyed gaze. His eyes were bluer now than they had been, or seemed so. “Not Belle, Truth, just me, just Jean-Claude, just us.” I whispered the last against his lips. Theardeur wanted me to kiss him, to press our mouths together and feed, energy for energy. I spoke with my mouth almost touching his, “Jean-Claude, help me, help me put the genie back in the bottle. Help me stop this.”
“If I help you shield, theardeur may spread here in the club, where I am.”
“Then feed like you did last night. Feed on the willing, but let this cup pass me by tonight. I need to catch a murderer, not fuck everyone we bring over.”
“Help us,” Truth said, “help us, master.”
I felt Jean-Claude’s surprise thrill along my skin, as if curiosity was a touch. “Does he want to stop?” His question came out of my mouth, in my voice.
“Yes,” Truth breathed it against my lips, so that I could smell my blood on his breath, “yes, help us stop this.”
“Why?” Jean-Claude asked.
This question I stopped, because I’d had enough. “Satisfy your curiosity about him later, Jean-Claude. I’ve got police waiting in the other room. I need this over with.”
“Very well, ma petite. ” It wasn’t like he reached out to me, he was already in me almost as deep as he could go. Butreaching was the only word I had for it. He didn’t shield me or Truth. He didn’t shield anything or anyone. He took theardeur that was rising in us, and did two things at once. He swallowed theardeur, and he shut down the link between him and me, tight and final, like slamming a door between us.
I was left alone pressed against Truth’s body, our faces still inches apart, but suddenly it was just us. We both let out a breath in shaking unison, as if we’d both been holding our breath.
He moved his arms away, so I could get out of his lap. There was no teasing, no sense of loss from him at the touch of theardeur and its going away. He seemed as relieved as I did. If I’d had time and could have figured out a way to ask why he was relieved, without sounding like my pride was hurt, I would have. But I had work to do, so I stood up and swayed, and only Truth’s hand on my arm kept me from bumping a wall.
He drew back from my neck with an exclamation, “Mother of Darkness save us, it’s Belle Morte!”
I met that wide-eyed gaze. His eyes were bluer now than they had been, or seemed so. “Not Belle, Truth, just me, just Jean-Claude, just us.” I whispered the last against his lips. Theardeur wanted me to kiss him, to press our mouths together and feed, energy for energy. I spoke with my mouth almost touching his, “Jean-Claude, help me, help me put the genie back in the bottle. Help me stop this.”
“If I help you shield, theardeur may spread here in the club, where I am.”
“Then feed like you did last night. Feed on the willing, but let this cup pass me by tonight. I need to catch a murderer, not fuck everyone we bring over.”
“Help us,” Truth said, “help us, master.”
I felt Jean-Claude’s surprise thrill along my skin, as if curiosity was a touch. “Does he want to stop?” His question came out of my mouth, in my voice.
“Yes,” Truth breathed it against my lips, so that I could smell my blood on his breath, “yes, help us stop this.”
“Why?” Jean-Claude asked.
This question I stopped, because I’d had enough. “Satisfy your curiosity about him later, Jean-Claude. I’ve got police waiting in the other room. I need this over with.”
“Very well, ma petite. ” It wasn’t like he reached out to me, he was already in me almost as deep as he could go. Butreaching was the only word I had for it. He didn’t shield me or Truth. He didn’t shield anything or anyone. He took theardeur that was rising in us, and did two things at once. He swallowed theardeur, and he shut down the link between him and me, tight and final, like slamming a door between us.
I was left alone pressed against Truth’s body, our faces still inches apart, but suddenly it was just us. We both let out a breath in shaking unison, as if we’d both been holding our breath.
He moved his arms away, so I could get out of his lap. There was no teasing, no sense of loss from him at the touch of theardeur and its going away. He seemed as relieved as I did. If I’d had time and could have figured out a way to ask why he was relieved, without sounding like my pride was hurt, I would have. But I had work to do, so I stood up and swayed, and only Truth’s hand on my arm kept me from bumping a wall.