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glide　down　my　throat。　I　worked　my　way　up　his　body　until　I　could　see　the　big　pulse　in　his　neck。　I　watched　that　pulse　like　a　man　dying　of　thirst；　my　throat　burned　with　the　need；　my　lips　dry；　cracked　from　want　of　it。　I　had　to　feed。　I　knew　in　that　instant　that　it　wasn't　my　thought。
　I　stretched　out　that　part　of　me　that　Jean…Claude　claimed　and　found　him。　Found　him　sitting　in　a　windowless　cell。　He　looked　up　as　if　he　could　see　me　standing　in　front　of　him。　He　whispered；　〃Ma　petite；〃　and　I　knew　where　he　was。　I　didn't　know　why；　but　I　knew　where。　He　was　in　the　St。　Louis　city　jail；　in　the　rooms　reserved　for　things　that　cannot　stand　the　light　of　day。　I　stared　into　his　eyes　and　watched　them　fill　with　blue　fire；　until　they　cast　their　own　light　in　the　dim　cell。
　He　reached　out　towards　me；　as　if　we　could　touch；　and　it　was　Micah's　power；　Micah's　beast　rolling　through　my　body　that　tore　me　away　from　Jean…Claude。
　I　opened　my　eyes　to　find　my　arms　around　Micah；　my　face　pressed　to　his　shoulder；　my　mouth　very　close　to　the　long　warmth　of　his　neck。　There　was　movement　in　the　room；　and　I　knew　distantly　that　someone　had　run　to　get　a　doctor；　but　what　I　needed　a　doctor　couldn't　give　me。
　Micah's　skin　smelled　clean；　young。　It　was　like　I　could　tell　just　by　scent　how　old　he　was。　The　blood　was　like　icing　spread　just　under　the　tenderness　of　his　flesh；　and　the　part　of　me　that　thought　of　Micah　as　meat　wasn't　Jean…Claude；　it　was　Richard。
　I　didn't　know　how　to　put　the　need　into　words。　Micah　turned　his　face；　looked　into　my　eyes；　and　I　felt　something　inside　me　open；　some　door　that　I　hadn't　even　known　existed　swung　wide。　A　wind　blew　through　the　door；　a　wind　made　of　darkness　and　the　stillness　of　the　grave。　A　wind　that　held　an　edge　of　electric　warmth　like　the　rub　of　fur　across　bare　skin。　A　wind　that　tasted　of　both　my　men。　But　I　was　the　center；　the　thing　that　could　hold　both　of　them　inside　and　not　break。　Life　and　death；　lust　and　love。
　〃What　are　you？〃　Micah　asked；　his　voice　a　surprised　whisper。
　I'd　always　thought　that　vampires　took　their　victims　　stole　their　will　with　their　eyes　and　took　them　like　magical　rape。　But　in　that　instant　I　knew　it　was　more　plex　than　that；　and　more　simple。　I　saw　with　Jean…Claude's　eyes；　his　power。　I　stared　into　Micah's　face　from　inches　away；　and　I　saw；　felt；　his　own　need。　Lust　was　there；　a　horribly　unsatisfied　lust；　and　I　knew　it　had　been　a　long　time　for　Micah。　But　underneath　that　was　a　greater　need；　a　need　for　power　and　the　shelter　that　power　could　provide。　It　was　like　I　could　smell　his　needs；　roll　them　on　my　tongue。　I　stared　into　his　yellow…green　eyes　in　that　so…human　face；　and　Jean…Claude　gave　me　the　keys　to　Micah's　soul。
　〃I　am　power；　Nimir…Raj。　Enough　power　to　warm　you　on　the　coldest　of　nights。〃　Power　flowed　off　his　skin　like　a　scalding　wind。　That　hot　wind　mingled　with　the　power　inside　me；　twisting　together　until　it　drove　like　a　knife　deep　inside　me。　It　tore　a　gasp　from　my　throat；　and　Micah　echoed　it。　The　power　turned　into　something　gentler；　something　that　caressed　instead　of　stabbed；　something　that　you　would　wait　your　whole　life　to　have。　I　saw　the　sensation　flow　over　Micah's　face；　knew　that　he　felt　it；　too。
　A　wind　stirred　the　edge　of　his　hair。　And　the　wind　was　moving　between　us　like　the　point　where　cold　and　heat　meet　and　form　something　larger　than　either　can　form　alone；　something　huge　and　whirling；　a　wind　so　strong　it　can　level　houses　and　drive　straw　through　telephone　poles。
　His　arms　tightened　around　me。　〃I　am　Nimir…Raj；　mind　games　don't　work　on　me。〃
　I　got　to　my　knees　still　in　the　circle　of　his　arms；　and　pressed　my　body　down　the　front　of　his。　We　were　almost　exactly　the　same　height；　the　eye　contact　was　terribly　intimate。　The　power　pressed　around　us　like　a　giant　hand　squeezing　us　together。　His　body　responded；　and　he　was　large　again；　so　hard　pressed　to　my　groin　and　stomach。　This　was　my　cue　to　be　embarrassed；　to　panic；　but　I　didn't。　I　knew　that　Jean…Claude　fed　off　of　lust　as　well　as　blood；　but　I'd　never　really　understood　what　that　meant　until　that　moment　when　Micah's　flesh　touched　mine。　It　wasn't　just　the　naked　press　of　him；　hard　and　firm　against　my　body；　that　made　me　shudder　against　him；　it　was　the　need　in　his　body。　I　felt　his　hunger　quiver　through　his　flesh；　as　if　I　could　read　parts　of　him　that　were　too　primitive　for　words；　needs　that　had　nothing　to　do　with　language；　and　everything　to　do　with　naked　flesh。
　He　closed　his　eyes；　and　a　soft　moan　escaped　him。
　〃What　I　offer　isn't　illusion；　Nimir…Raj；　it's　real。〃
　He　shook　his　head。　〃Sex　isn't　enough。〃
　〃I'm　not　offering　sex；　not　now；〃　Even　as　I　said　it；　I　pressed　my　body　against　his。　His　entire　body　shuddered　against　me；　and　a　sound　very　like　a　whimper　crawled　out　of　his　throat。
　〃I'm　offering　a　taste　of　power；　Nimir…Raj；　a　small　taste　of　all　I　can　offer　you。〃　In　my　head　I　knew　it　was　a　lie；　but　in　my　heart　I　knew　it　was　true。　I　could　offer　him　power　and　flesh；　the　two　things　he　wanted；　needed；　above　all　else。　It　was　perfect　bait；　and　it　was　wrong。　I　started　to　back　down；　to　try　and　cram　the　power　down；　but　Jean…Claude　fought　me。　He　thrust　his　power　into　me　like　an　echo　of　his　body；　riding　me。　It　was　too　late　for　me　to　feed　as　humans　feed　and　give　him　back　his　strength。　He'd　avoided　me　for　nights；　because　I　was　weak。　I　had　grown　strong　again；　and　he　had　grown　weak；　and　we　had　enemies　in　town。　We　could　not　afford　weakness。　All　this；　I　knew　in　a　heartbeat；　his　mind　to　mine。　And　it　was　that　seed　of　doubt　　could　we　afford　to　be　weak？　　that　made　me　unable　to　shut　him　out。
　〃What　do　you　want　in　return？〃　Micah　asked　it　in　a　whisper　that　held　an　edge　of　desperation；　as　if　we　both　knew　that　whatever　I　asked；　he　would　do　it。
　〃I　want　to　drink　the　warm　rush　of　your　body；　to　have　you　fill　my　mouth　with　that　hot　liquid　that　beats　just　below　here；〃　and　I　rubbed　my　lips　across　his　neck。　The　scent　of　blood　so　near　the　surface　made　my　stomach　twist；　but　we　were　close；　so　close；　mustn't　rush　it；　mustn't　scare　him。　We　were　like　fishermen。　We　had　our　net；　all　we　needed　was　for　the　fish　to　stop　fighting　us　and　lay　still。
　My　lips　hovered　over　his　neck　as　he　spoke。　〃Show　me　you　have　enough　power　to　make　it　worth　my　while；　and　I'll　give　you　any　body　fluid　you　want。〃
　I　swept　his　hair　to　one　side；　and　it　slid　back。　I　balled　my　hand　into　a　fist　of　his　curls　to　keep　it　out　of　the　way；　and　even　that　movement　brought　a　sound　from　his　throat。　I　bared　the　long　smooth　line　of　his　neck。　He　moved　his　head　to　one　side　as　if　he　knew　what　I　wanted　now。　I　could　see　the　big　pulse　in　his　neck；　beating　against　his　skin　like　something　small　and　separate　from　him；　something　alive　that　I　had　to　make　free。
　I　licked　my　tongue　across　that　throbbing　skin。　I　meant　to　be　gentle；　I　meant　many　things；　but　his　skin　was　slick　and　flawless　against　my　mouth；　the　smell　of　him　intoxicated　me　like　the　sweetest　perfume。　His　pulse　throbbed　against　my　mouth；　and　I　sank　my　teeth　around　that　frantic　movement。　I　ate　at　his　skin；　dug　my　teeth　into　the　flesh　underneath；　and　into　his　power；　his　beast。
　I　felt　my　beast　rise　through　my　body；　like　some　great　shape　rising　from　the　ocean　depths；　a　leviathan　that　grew　and　grew；　swelling　up　inside　me　until　my　skin　couldn't　hold　it；　then　it　touched　his　beast；　and　it　stopped；　hovering　in　black　water；　hovering　in　my　body　like　some　huge　thing。　The　two　powers　floated　in　that　dark　water；　brushing　huge；　sleek　sides　down　the　length　of　their　bodies；　our　bodies。　It　was　a　sensation　like　velvet　rubbing　inside　me；　except　this　velvet　had　muscles；　flesh；　and　was　hard　even　where　it　was　soft。　The　imagery　that　kept　flowing　through　my　mind　was　of　some　great　cat　rubbing　itself　inside　me；　rolling　through　me；　but　bigger　than　that。　I'd　seen　Richard's　beast　move　through　his　eyes　like　some　great　shape　half…seen　in　water；　and　it　felt　that　large；　that　overwhelming。　I　drank　Micah's　power　down　but　not　just　through　my　mouth　and　down　my　throat。　Everywhere　I　touched　him；　I　fed。　I　could　feel　his　heart　beating　against　my　naked　breasts。　I　could　feel　the　blood　rushing　through　his　body；　feel　every　inch　of　him　pressed　against　me。　Feel　his　need；　his　desire；　and　I　ate　at　him。　I　fed　at　his　neck　as　if　his　pulse　were　the　center　of　some　filled　cake；　as　if　once　I　gnawed　away　the　flesh　I　would　have　something　unutterably　sweet。　I　drew　blood；　and　with　the　first　touch　of　sweet　metallic　flavor　in　my　mouth；　all　pretense；　all　prettiness　was　wiped　away；　drowned　in　the　scent　of　fresh　blood；　the　taste　of　torn　flesh；　the　feel　of　meat　and　blood　in　my　mouth。　The　feel　of　his　hands　pressing　my　body　against　his；　my　legs　wrapped　around　his　waist；　riding　him。　I　was　aware　like　some　distant　call　that　he　wasn't　inside　me；　that　he　was　still　pressed　between　our　bodies；　so　hard；　so　ready　that　he　quivered　against　my　stomach。　His　breath　came　fast　and　faster。　Someone　was　making　small　animal　noises；　and　it　was　me。
　Micah's　fingernails　dug　into　my　body；　an　instant　before　he　poured　over　me　in　a　scalding　wave；　noises　too　primitive　for　words；　and　not　loud　enough　for　screams　ing　from　his　mouth。
　I　felt　Jean…Claude　down　that　long　metaphysical　cord　that　bonded　us　together。　I　felt　him　grow　quiet　and　well　fed；　sated。　I　drew　my　mouth　away　from　Micah's　torn　throat；　putting　my　cheek　against　his　bare　shoulder；　my　legs　and　arms　still　wrapped　around　him。　His　arms　still　holding　me　tight。　I　was　covered　in　fluid；　my　breasts　thick　with　it。　It　ran　down　my　body　in　heavy　liquid　lines；　curling　over　my　stomach；　tracing　down　to　my　thighs。
　He　knelt　there　supporting　both　our　weights；　while　our　breathing　quieted；　and　the　massive　pulse　of　our　bodies　subsided　into　silence。　And　in　that　silence　there　was　nothing　but　the　feel　of　his　flesh；　the　raw　scent　of　sex；　and　in　the　distance；　the　satisfaction　of　the　vampire。
　
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　THE　SHOWER　WAS　one　of　those　group　ones；　like　you'd　find　in　a　health　club。　But　I　was　the　only　one　in　it。　I'd　cleaned　off；　scrubbed　myself　thoroughly；　but　I　felt　like　Lady　MacBeth　screaming　〃out；　out；　damned　spot！〃　Like　I'd　never　really　be　clean　again。　I　sat　on　the　tiles　under　the　hot；　beating　water；　hugging　my　knees。　I　hadn't　planned　on　crying；　but　I　was。　Slow　tears　that　felt　cool　pared　to　the　water　pounding　my　body。　I　wasn't　sure　why　I　was　crying。　My　mind　was　blank。　Usually　when　I　try　to　be　blank；　I　can't；　but　just　then；　there　was　nothing　but　the　water；　the