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The Killing Dance :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 267 из 285He opened his mouth enough to show fangs. Not vampire fangs but small leopard fangs. Richard had told me once that Gabriel spent too much time in animal form so he didn't come completely back anymore. Great.
Gabriel kissed me, lightly, then harder, forcing his tongue in my mouth. He drew back from me. "Bite me." He kissed me, then raised his lips back just enough to whisper, "Bite me."
Pain excited Gabriel. I didn't want him more excited, but with his tongue halfway down my throat, it was hard not to give him what he wanted. He ran his hand over my breasts, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. "Bite me, and I'll stop."
I bit his lip. I bit him until he pulled back, the flesh straining between us. Blood poured from his mouth to mine. I let go and spit blood into his face. He was close enough that it splattered in a red rain.
He laughed, wiping his fingers on the bloody lip, putting them in his mouth, sucking the blood off of them.
"Do you know how I became a wereleopard?" he asked.
I looked at him.
He slapped me lightly, casually. Starbursts exploded across my vision. "Answer me, Anita."
When I could focus, I asked, "What was the question?"
"Do you know how I became a wereleopard?"
I didn't want to play this game. I didn't want to participate in Gabriel's idea of pillow talk, but I didn't want to be hit again, either. It wouldn't take much for him to knock me unconscious. If I ever woke up again, I would be in worse shape than I was now. Hard to believe, but true.
"No," I said.
"I've always liked pain, even when I was human. I met Elizabeth. She was a wereleopard. We fucked, but I wanted her to change while we did it. She said she was afraid she'd kill me." He leaned over me. Blood dripped from his lip in slow, heavy drops.
I blinked, turning my face, trying to keep the blood out of my eyes.
"I almost died."
I had turned my head completely to the side, while his blood dropped on the side of my face. "Was the sex worth it?"
He leaned down and began to lick the blood oft my face. "Best sex I ever had."
A scream started in my throat. I swallowed it, and it hurt going down. There had to be a way out of this. There had to he.
A man's voice said, "Lie on top of her like you're going to do for the shot, and let's get some light readings."
I realized that there was a crew here. A director, a cameraman, a dozen people scurrying around, not helping me.
Gabriel drew a knife out of his high, black boot.
Gabriel kissed me, lightly, then harder, forcing his tongue in my mouth. He drew back from me. "Bite me." He kissed me, then raised his lips back just enough to whisper, "Bite me."
Pain excited Gabriel. I didn't want him more excited, but with his tongue halfway down my throat, it was hard not to give him what he wanted. He ran his hand over my breasts, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. "Bite me, and I'll stop."
I bit his lip. I bit him until he pulled back, the flesh straining between us. Blood poured from his mouth to mine. I let go and spit blood into his face. He was close enough that it splattered in a red rain.
He laughed, wiping his fingers on the bloody lip, putting them in his mouth, sucking the blood off of them.
"Do you know how I became a wereleopard?" he asked.
I looked at him.
He slapped me lightly, casually. Starbursts exploded across my vision. "Answer me, Anita."
When I could focus, I asked, "What was the question?"
"Do you know how I became a wereleopard?"
I didn't want to play this game. I didn't want to participate in Gabriel's idea of pillow talk, but I didn't want to be hit again, either. It wouldn't take much for him to knock me unconscious. If I ever woke up again, I would be in worse shape than I was now. Hard to believe, but true.
"No," I said.
"I've always liked pain, even when I was human. I met Elizabeth. She was a wereleopard. We fucked, but I wanted her to change while we did it. She said she was afraid she'd kill me." He leaned over me. Blood dripped from his lip in slow, heavy drops.
I blinked, turning my face, trying to keep the blood out of my eyes.
"I almost died."
I had turned my head completely to the side, while his blood dropped on the side of my face. "Was the sex worth it?"
He leaned down and began to lick the blood oft my face. "Best sex I ever had."
A scream started in my throat. I swallowed it, and it hurt going down. There had to be a way out of this. There had to he.
A man's voice said, "Lie on top of her like you're going to do for the shot, and let's get some light readings."
I realized that there was a crew here. A director, a cameraman, a dozen people scurrying around, not helping me.
Gabriel drew a knife out of his high, black boot.