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"It means, ma petite, that Jason told me of what happened this afternoon. I know how close you and Richard came."
How much had the lycanthropes been able to hear? More than I was comfortable with, that was for sure. "I just love being spied on."
"Do not be flippant, ma petite, please."
It was the please that got me. "I'm listening."
"I told you once that if Richard could touch you and I could not, it would not be fair. That is still true."
I pushed away from the door. He'd stepped over the line. "Are you asking me to let you touch me where Richard touched me?"
He smiled. "Such righteous indignation, ma petite. But have no fear. Forcing myself upon you in such a way would smack of rape. I have never been interested in such things."
I took a step back, putting a little space between us. Unless I was really angry, it was never good to get that close. "So, what are you saying?"
"You have always forbidden me to use vampire tricks, as you call them, with you." He held a hand up before I could say it. "I do not mean bespelling you with my eyes. I am not even sure that is possible anymore. I cannot be human, ma petite. I am a vampire. Let me show you that has pleasures beyond humanity."
I shook my head. "No way."
"A kiss, ma petite, that is all I ask. A chaste kiss."
"And the catch is?" I asked.
His eyes were solid, sparkling blue. His skin glowed like alabaster under lights.
"I don't think so," I said.
"If you were truly sure of Richard, I would leave you to him. But does the fact that I love you not earn me so much as a kiss?" He glided towards me. I backed up, but the door was right there, and there was nowhere to go.
He was like a living sculpture, all ivory and sapphire, too beautiful for words. Too beautiful to touch. His hands smoothed over my forearms, along my hands. I gasped. Power rushed along my skin in a smooth wash, like air dancing over my body.
I must have tensed up because Jean-Claude said, "It will not hurt, that I promise."
"Just a kiss," I whispered.
"Just a kiss," he whispered. His face lowered towards mine. His lips brushed mine, gently, slowly. The power flowed across his lips into my mouth. I think I stopped breathing for a second. My skin felt like it was melting away and I would sink into his body, into that shining power.
"Looks like I got here just in time." It was Richard in the doorway.
I shoved my hand into Jean-Claude's chest and pushed him away hard enough for him to stumble. I was gasping for air like I'd been drowning. My skin pulsed and beat with the power that still crawled over me, into me.
"Richard," I whispered. I wanted to say that it wasn't what it looked like, but I couldn't get enough air.
Jean-Claude turned, smiling. He knew exactly what to say. "Richard, how good of you to join us. How did you get past my wolf?"
"It wasn't that hard."
I stared at both of them. I was still having trouble breathing. It felt like every nerve in my body had been touched all at once. The line between pleasure and pain was damn narrow, and I wasn't sure which side this went on.
The light was seeping away from Jean-Claude, leaving him pale, lovely, almost human.
Richard stood directly inside the door. His eyes glowed not with inner light but with anger, an anger that made his eyes dance, tightened the muscles across his shoulders and down his arms so that the effort showed from across the room. I'd never been so aware of how physically large he was. He seemed to fill more space than he should have. The first skin-prickling rush of his power swirled over me.
I took a deep, shaking breath and started walking towards him. The closer I got, the thicker the power, until about six feet from him, it was like stepping into a nearly solid mass of pulsing, vibrating energy.
I stood there, trying to swallow my heart back into my throat. He was dressed in jeans and a green flannel work shirt with sleeves rolled over his forearms. His hair fell loose round his shoulders in a wavy mass. I'd seen him like this a hundred times, but suddenly it was all different. I had never been afraid of Richard, not really. Now, for the first time, I saw that there was something to fear. Something swam behind his eyes, his beast, he called it. It was there now just behind those true, brown eyes. A monster waiting to be set loose.
"Richard," I said and had to cough to clear my throat, "what's wrong with you?"
"Tomorrow is the full moon, Anita. Strong emotions aren't good right now." Rage thinned his face, made those lovely cheekbones high and tight. "If I hadn't interrupted, would you have broken your promise to me?"
"He still doesn't know what kind of hose I'm wearing," I said.
Richard smiled, some of the tension easing away.
"Too smooth for garters," Jean-Claude said. "Panty hose, though they could be crotchless, of that I am not sure."
Richard snarled.
I glanced back at Jean-Claude. "Don't help me."
He smiled and nodded. He'd leaned his back on one of the bedposts, fingers playing over the bare skin of his chest. It was suggestive, and he meant it to be. Damn him.
A low, bass growl brought my attention back to Richard. He stalked towards the bed as if each movement hurt. The tension sang through the building power. Was I going to get to see him change here and now? If he changed, there'd be a fight, and for the very first time, I was worried for Jean-Claude's safety, as well as Richard's.
"Don't do this, Richard, please."
He was staring past me at Jean-Claude. I didn't dare look behind to see what mischief the vampire was doing; I had my hands full with the werewolf in front of me.
Something flickered across his face. I was sure Jean-Claude had done something behind my back. Richard made a sound more animal than human and rushed for the bed. I didn't move out of the way. I stood my ground, and when he was even with me, moving past me, I threw my body into him and threw him in a nearly perfect shoulder roll. His momentum did the rest. Maybe if I'd let go of his arm, we could have avoided the rest, but I made the classic mistake. I didn't think Richard would really hurt me.
He grabbed the arm that was holding him and flung me across the room. He was flat on his back and didn't have much leverage, and that was all that saved me. I was airborne for just a second and rolled along the carpet when I hit. The world was still spinning when my hand went for the knife. I couldn't hear anything but the blood rushing in my own head, but I knew, I knew he was coming.
He touched my arm, rolled me over, and I laid the silver blade against his neck. He froze, bent over, trying, I think, to help me stand. Richard and I stared at each other from inches away. The anger was gone from his face. His eyes were normal, as lovely as ever, but I kept the knife against the smooth skin of his neck, dimpling it so he knew I meant business.
He swallowed carefully. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Anita. I am so sorry."
"Back off," I said.
"Are you hurt?"
"Back off, Richard. Now!"
"Let me help you." He bent closer, and I pressed the blade in hard enough to draw a trickle of blood.
"Let go of me, Richard."
He let go and moved slowly away. He looked puzzled and hurt. He touched the blood at his neck as if he didn't know what it was.
When he was out of reach, I let myself sag against the carpet. Nothing was broken, of that I was sure, and I wasn't bleeding. If he'd thrown me into a wall with that much force, it would have been a different story. I'd been dating him for seven months, nearly slept with him more than once, and in all that time, I hadn't fully appreciated what I was playing with.
"Ma petite, are you all right?" Jean-Claude was standing at the foot of the bed. He was watching Richard closely as he moved towards me.
"I'm all right, I'm all right." I glared up at him. "What did you do behind my back to piss him off?"
Jean-Claude looked embarrassed. "I did tease Monsieur Zeeman. Perhaps I even wanted a fight. Jealousy is a foolish emotion. How was I to know you would not move out of the way of a charging werewolf?"
"I don't back up, not for anyone." I almost laughed. "Though next time, maybe I'll make an exception."
"I didn't mean to hurt you," Richard said. "But seeing you together like that... Knowing you're with him isn't the same thing as having it rubbed in my face." His anger had vanished the moment he'd hurt me. Horror at what he'd done, fear for my safety, sanity returning in a rush.
"We were only kissing, Richard, nothing else, no matter what he wants you to believe."
"I was suddenly so jealous. I'm sorry."
"I know it was an accident, Richard. I'm just glad there wasn't a wall closer."
"I could have hurt you badly." He took a step towards me, hands reaching, and stopped himself. "And you want me to let the beast loose enough to kill. Don't you understand how hard I fight to control it?"
"I understand better than I did a few minutes ago," I said.
"Your bags are in the hallway. I'll bring them in, then I'll go." This was the look I'd been dreading. This crushed, puppy dog look. The anger had been easier to deal with, if more dangerous.
"Don't go."
They both looked at me.
"Jean-Claude staged this." I held a hand up before he could protest. "Oh, I know you enjoyed yourself, but you still wanted Richard to see us together. You wanted to pick a fight. You wanted to show me he was as much a monster as you are. You succeeded on all counts beautifully. Now, get out."
"You are throwing me out of my own bedroom?" He looked amused.
"Yeah." I stood up and was only a little wobbly on the high heels.
Jean-Claude sighed. "I am to be relegated forever to my coffin then, to never know the joy of your company for my slumber."
"You don't go to sleep, Jean-Claude. You die. Maybe I lust after your warm, breathing body, but I'm not up to the full package yet."
He smiled. "Very well, ma petite. I will leave you and Monsieur Zeeman to discuss the last few minutes. I would ask one thing."
"And that is?" I asked.
"That you not make love in my bed when I cannot join you."
I sighed. "It would be pretty tacky to make love with Richard in your bed. I think you're safe on that one."
Jean-Claude glanced at Richard. His eyes seemed to take in every inch of him, lingering on the open wound at his neck, though maybe that was just my imagination. "If anyone could withstand the temptation, it is you, ma petite." Jean-Claude looked at me, his face unreadable. "I am sorry you were nearly hurt. I did not mean for that to happen."
"You always have good intentions," I said.
He sighed, then smiled. He glanced at Richard. "Perhaps I am not the better monster, after all."
"Get out," I said.
He left, still smiling. He closed the door behind him, and I was left with his power dancing over my skin, the feel of his lips and hands on my body. It was only a kiss. Foreplay. But even the rush of adrenaline, of nearly being thrown into a wall, couldn't chase away the aftereffects.
Richard stood staring at me, as if he could sense the power somehow. "I'll go get the bags," he said. He could have said so many things, but that was safest.
He went to get the bags, and I sat down on the bed. Richard could have killed me. Jean-Claude would never have lost control like that. I wanted Richard to embrace his beast, but maybe, just maybe, I didn't understand what that meant.
