lhamilton.thekillingdance-第47部分

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　upper　body　as　he　moved。　The　look　on　his　face；　in　his　eyes；　panicked　me。
　I　patted　Richard's　shoulder。　He'd　worked　his　way　to　the　base　of　my　neck　and　was　nuzzling　the　collar　of　my　polo　shirt；　as　if　he'd　put　his　face　inside　the　shirt。　He　raised　those　startling　amber　wolf　eyes　to　me；　and　the　only　thing　I　could　read　on　his　face　was　desire；　almost　a　hunger。　His　power　breathed　along　my　skin　like　a　line　of　hot　wind。
　My　pulse　thudded　against　the　skin　of　my　throat　until　I　thought　it　would　burst　the　skin。　〃What's　wrong　with　you；　Richard？〃
　〃Tonight　is　the　full　moon；　ma　petite。　His　beast　calls　to　him。〃　Jean…Claude　padded　across　the　carpet　towards　us。
　〃Let　me　up；　Richard。〃
　Richard　went　to　his　hands　and　knees；　leaving　me　to　squirm　out　from　under　him。　I　stood；　and　he　knelt　in　front　of　me；　wrapping　his　arms　around　my　waist。　〃Don't　be　afraid。〃
　〃I'm　not　afraid　of　you；　Richard。〃　I　stared　at　Jean…Claude。
　Richard　ran　his　hands　down　my　ribs；　fingers　digging　into　the　flesh　as　if　he　were　massaging　my　back。　It　brought　my　attention　back　to　him。　〃I　would　never　hurt　you　willingly。　You　know　that。〃
　I　did　know　that。　I　nodded。
　〃Trust　me　now。〃　His　voice　was　soft　and　deep；　with　a　roll　of　bass　to　it　that　wasn't　normal。　He　started　pulling　my　shirt　out　of　my　pants。　〃I　want　to　touch　you；　smell　you；　taste　you。〃
　Jean…Claude　padded　around　us；　not　ing　any　closer。　He　circled　us　like　a　shark。　His　midnight　blue　eyes　were　still　human；　more　human　looking　than　Richard's。
　Richard　raised　my　shirt　free　of　my　pants；　pushing　it　back　until　he　exposed　my　stomach。　He　ran　his　hands　over　my　bare　skin　and　I　shuddered；　but　it　wasn't　sex；　or　not　only　sex。　That　warm；　electric　power　of　his　flowed　from　his　hands　across　my　skin。　It　was　like　having　a　low…level　current　tracing　over　me。　It　didn't　quite　hurt；　but　it　might　if　it　didn't　stop。　Or　it　might　feel　very　good；　better　than　anything　else。　I　wasn't　sure　which　thought　scared　me　more。
　Jean…Claude　stood　just　out　of　reach；　watching。　That　thought　scared　me；　too。
　Richard　put　his　hands　on　either　side　of　my　exposed　waist；　holding　the　shirt　up；　draped　over　his　wrists。
　Jean…Claude　took　that　last　step；　pale　hand　outstretched。　I　tightened　up；　fear　overriding　the　remains　of　desire。　He　let　his　hand　fall　back　without　touching　us。
　Richard　licked　my　stomach；　a　quick；　wet　motion。　I　stared　down　at　him；　and　he　stared　back　with　brown　eyes。　Human　eyes。　〃I　won't　let　anything　happen　to　you；　Anita。〃
　I　didn't　know　what　it　had　cost　him　to　swallow　his　beast　back　down　inside；　but　I　knew　it　hadn't　been　easy。　There　were　many　lesser　lycanthropes　who　could　not　go　back　once　they　started　to　change。　It　would　have　been　more　reassuring　if　his　true　brown　eyes　hadn't　held　a　darkness　all　their　own。　But　it　wasn't　his　beast；　it　was　something　more　basic；　more　human：　sex。　Even　lust　doesn't　cover　that　look　in　a　man's　eyes。
　Jean…Claude　was　standing　behind　me。　I　could　feel　him。　Without　touching　me　at　all；　I　could　feel　his　power；　like　a　cool；　seeking　wind。　He　brushed　his　face　against　my　hair。　My　heart　was　beating　so　loudly　I　couldn't　hear　anything　but　the　thundering　of　my　own　blood　in　my　head。
　Jean…Claude　brushed　my　hair　to　one　side。　His　lips　touched　my　cheek　and　his　power　burst　over　me　in　a　quiet　rush；　cool　as　a　wind　from　the　grave。　It　flowed　through　me；　seeking　Richard's　warmth。　The　two　energies　hit；　mingled　inside　me。　I　couldn't　breathe。　I　felt　that　thing　inside　me　that　could　call　the　dead　from　the　grave…magic；　for　lack　of　a　better　word…I　felt　it　coil　and　flare　against　them　both。
　I　tried　to　pull　away　from　Richard；　but　his　fingers　dug　into　my　ribs。　Jean…Claude's　arms　tightened　around　my　shoulders。　〃Build　the　power；　do　not　fight　it；　ma　petite。〃
　I　fought　the　panic；　my　breath　ing　in　quick　gasps。　I　was　going　to　hyperventilate　and　pass　out　if　I　couldn't　get　a　handle　on　it。　I　rode　the　power　and　my　own　fear；　and　I　was　losing。
　Richard's　mouth　bit　gently　at　my　stomach。　His　mouth　sucking　my　skin。　Jean…Claude's　lips　touched　my　neck；　nibbling　gently。　His　arms　cradled　me　against　his　chest。　Richard　was　a　growing　warmth　at　my　waist。　Jean…Claude　like　some　cool　fire　at　my　back。　I　was　being　eaten　from　both　ends　like　a　piece　of　wood　going　up　in　flames。　The　power　was　too　much。　It　had　to　go　somewhere。　I　had　to　do　something　with　it　or　it　was　going　to　burn　me　alive。
　My　legs　buckled；　and　only　Richard's　and　Jean…Claude's　hands　on　me　kept　me　from　falling。　They　lowered　me　to　the　floor；　still　cradled　in　their　arms。　My　shoulder　touched　the　ground；　then　my　hand；　and　I　knew　what　I　could　do　with　the　power。　I　felt　it　surge　through　the　ground；　seeking；　seeking　the　dead。　I　rolled　onto　my　stomach。　Jean…Claude's　hands　were　on　my　shoulders；　his　face　brushing　mine。　Richard's　hands　were　under　my　shirt　touching　my　back；　roaming　higher；　but　it　was　all　secondary。　I　had　to　do　something　with　the　power。
　I　found　the　dead　I　needed；　and　it　didn't　work。　The　power　continued　to　build　until　I　would　have　screamed　if　I　could　have　gotten　enough　air。　A　step；　an　ingredient；　something　was　missing。
　I　rolled　onto　my　back；　staring　up　at　both　of　them。　They　stared　down　at　me。　Jean…Claude's　eyes　had　gone　solid；　midnight　blue。　They　both　leaned　towards　me　at　once。　Richard　went　for　my　mouth；　Jean…Claude　went　for　my　neck。　Richard's　kiss　was　almost　a　burning。　I　could　feel　the　brush　of　fangs　as　Jean…Claude　fought　not　to　bite　me。　Temptation　was　everywhere。　Someone's　hand　was　under　my　shirt；　and　I　wasn't　sure　whose　it　was　anymore。　Then　I　realized　it　was　both　of　them。
　What　was　one　thing　I　needed　for　raising　the　dead？　Blood。　I　must　have　said　it　out　loud：　〃Blood。〃
　Jean…Claude　raised　up；　staring　at　me　from　inches　away。　His　hand　was　just　below　my　breast。　I'd　grabbed　his　wrist　without　thinking　about　it。　〃What；　ma　petite？〃
　〃Blood　to　finish　it。　We　need　blood。〃
　Richard　raised　his　face　up　like　a　drowning　man。　〃What？〃
　〃I　can　give　you　blood；　ma　petite。〃　Jean…Claude　leaned　into　me。　I　stopped　him　with　a　hand　on　his　chest；　at　the　same　time　that　Richard　put　a　hand　on　his　shoulder。　The　power　poured　over　us　in　a　searing　wash；　and　I　was　seeing　white　spots。
　〃You　won't　use　me　to　sink　fangs　into　her　for　the　first　time；〃　Richard　growled　it　at　him。　His　anger　fed　the　magic　and　I　screamed。
　〃Give　me　blood；　or　get　off　me。〃　I　held　up　my　own　wrist　between　them。　〃I　don't　have　a　knife；　someone　do　it。〃
　Richard　leaned　over　me。　He　swept　his　hair　back　from　one　side　of　his　neck。　〃Here's　your　blood。〃
　Jean…Claude　didn't　argue。　He　leaned　into　him；　lips　drawn　back。　I　watched　in　a　sort　of　slow　motion　as　he　bit　the　side　of　Richard's　neck。　Richard　tensed；　a　hiss　of　breath　as　the　fangs　sank　home。　Jean…Claude's　mouth　sealed　over　his　skin；　sucking；　throat　working。
　The　power　roared　through　me；　raising　every　hair　on　my　body；　creeping　through　my　skin　until　I　thought　I'd　e　apart。　I　sent　it　all　outward　to　the　dead　that　I'd　found。　I　filled　them　up　and　still　there　was　too　much　power。　I　reached　outward；　outward；　and　found　what　I　was　looking　for。　The　power　left　us　in　a　cool；　burning；　rush。
　I　lay　gasping　on　the　floor。　Jean…Claude　lay　on　my　left；　propped　on　one　elbow。　Blood　stained　his　lips；　trickling　down　his　chin。　Richard　lay　on　his　stomach　to　my　right；　pinning　my　arm　underneath　his　cheek。　His　chest　rose　and　fell　in　great　gasps；　sweat　glistening　along　his　spine。
　The　world　was　gold…edged；　almost　floating。　Sound　returned　slowly；　and　it　was　like　I　was　listening　down　a　long　tube。
　Jean…Claude　licked　the　blood　from　his　lips；　wiping　a　shaking　hand　across　his　chin；　licking　the　hand　clean。　He　lay　down　beside　me；　one　hand　across　my　stomach；　his　head　cradled　on　my　shoulder。　His　bare　chest　and　stomach　lay　across　my　arm。　His　skin　was　almost　hot；　feverish。　He'd　never　felt　like　that　before。　His　heart　pounded　against　my　skin　like　a　captive　bird。
　His　hair　fell　against　my　face。　It　smelled　of　some　exotic　shampoo　and　of　him。　He　gave　a　shaky　laugh　and　said；　〃It　was　glorious　for　me；　was　it　good　for　you；　ma　petite？〃
　I　swallowed；　and　was　too　tired　to　even　laugh。　〃Trust　you　to　know　just　what　to　say。〃
　Richard　raised　himself　up　on　his　elbows。　Blood　trickled　down　his　neck　where　two　neat　fang　marks　showed。　I　touched　the　bite　mark；　and　my　fingers　came　away　stained　crimson。
　〃Does　it　hurt？〃　I　asked。
　〃Not　really。〃　He　grabbed　my　wrist；　gently；　licking　the　blood　off　my　fingers；　sucking　them　clean。
　Jean…Claude's　strangely　warm　hand　caressed　my　stomach　under　my　shirt。　He　undid　the　button　of　my　pants。
　〃Don't　even　think　it；〃　I　said。
　〃Too　late；　ma　petite。〃　He　bent　and　kissed　me。　I　could　taste　the　metallic　sweetness　of　Richard's　blood　on　his　tongue。　I　rose　up　to　meet　him；　pushing　at　his　mouth。　I'd　asked　for　the　blood；　not　either　of　them。　The　truth　was；　we　weren't　done　with　the　bloodletting　today。　Whatever　I'd　called　from　the　grave　had　to　be　put　back。　That　would　take　blood；　fresh　blood。　The　only　question　was　who　would　donate　it　and　how　would　it　be　gathered。　Oh；　one　more　question；　how　much　blood　would　we　need？
　
　
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　Jean…Claude's　fingertips　slid　along　the　edge　of　my　pants。　Richard　grabbed　his　wrist。　Anger　flared　from　both　of　them；　and　that　shared　power　flickered　to　life。
　〃You　won't　use　this　as　an　excuse　to　get　into　her　pants；　either；〃　Richard　said。　His　voice　was　thick　and　dark　with　more　than　anger。　His　hand　tightened　on　Jean…Claude's　wrist。
　Jean…Claude　balled　his　hand　into　a　fist　and　bent　his　arm　at　the　elbow。　Concentration　and　anger　touched　both　their　faces。　I　could　feel　the　trembling　effort　through　their　chests。　Their　anger　prickled　along　my　skin。　It　was　too　soon　to　do　all　this　shit　over　again。　〃You　can　arm…wrestle　later；　boys；　we've　got　to　go　see　what　I　raised　from　the　dead。〃
　There　was　a　fraction　of　hesitation；　then　they　both　looked　down　at　me。　Their　arms　were　still　straining　against　each　other。　Richard's　face　showed　the　effort。　Jean…Claude's　face　had　gone　blank　and　curious；　as　if　it　was　no　effort　to　hold　off　a　werewolf。　But　I　could　feel　the　fine　trembling　through　his　body。　Illusion　was　all　with　Jean…Claude。　With　Richard　it　was　all　nerve　endings　and　reality。
　〃What　did　you　say；　ma　petite？〃
　〃She　said　she　raised　the　dead；〃　Richard　said。
　〃Yep；　so　get　off　me。　You　can　fight　later；　but　right　now；　we　need　to　check　on　what　I　did。〃
　〃We　did；〃　Jean…Claude　said。　He　eased　away　from　Richard；　and　after　a　second；　Ri