lhamilton.thekillingdance-第52节
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； I didn't stop him。 He raised his upper body over me； bracing with his arms； his lower body pressed against me。 When he stared down at me； his eyes had gone wolfish。 Something must have shown on my face because he turned his head so I wouldn't see。
I raised up underneath him； grabbed a handful of his thick hair； and turned his head back to me none too gently。 Whether it was the pain or something else； he turned back with a snarl。 I didn't flinch。 I didn't look away。
Richard lowered his face towards mine； and I lay back on the floor。 His mouth hovered over mine。 There was a brush of warmth as our mouths met； as if I was tasting his energy； his essence。
The bathroom door opened。 The sound froze me； making my eyes slide towards the open door。 Richard hesitated for a second； mouth uncertain above mine； then he kissed the edge of my chin； running his lips down my neck。
Jean…Claude stood in the doorway； dressed in black silk pajamas。 The longsleeved top was unbuttoned so that it fanned around his naked 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
