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Chapter 66
CRISPIN WAS AS lean and muscled as I remembered him. He sat up with a smile, the sheet pooling into his lap, so that I could see the side of his hip, and knew for certain there was nothing between him and my sheets. His short, curly white hair was backlit by the lamp, so that the light played in the curls, forming a shining halo of white. He gave me that crooked smile that dimpled just one side of his mouth. He might look like an angel in my bed with his halo, but if it was an angel, it was fallen.
Domino lay on his back on the other side of the bed, one arm stretched over the pillows, touching where I would have to lie. His black and white curls were framed against the white of the pillow. I realized that his hair was mostly black. Hadn't it been closer to an even mix before? His eyes were brilliant orange, the color that fire can have, but fire doesn't have veins of gold running through it. Fire doesn't blink long lashes at you, and try for a neutral face when its eyes give it away. The eyes held need, longing.
I waited to be mad, but I wasn't. Suddenly, of all the people in Vegas, I couldn't think of any two other men that I'd rather have curled up between. I'd told Truth that Belle Morte's line can only be as powerful as the vampire doing it is willing to be cut, but it was more than that. I could only go as deep into someone's heart as I was willing to let them dive into mine. I had all this power, and no idea how to protect myself from having that two-edged blade cut me to the bone.
All I could think when I saw them was home. A deep feeling of contentment, that Crispin hadn't earned yet, and Domino was a stranger to me. But sometimes you meet a stranger, and from the moment you see him there is a connection, almost a memory, as if that skin, that scent, has been on your sheets before, like an echo. I should have fought it, argued with it, but I was so tired. My eyes burned with it.
I said the only thing I could think to say. "I don't need to feed yet." My voice sounded small and uncertain. I cleared my throat sharply, tried again. "Nothing personal, but I'm..."
"Tired," Crispin said, "we know. We can feel it."
I looked past him to Domino. I could feel his uncertainty, and how much he wanted this to be all right. I didn't have anything left to fight with; it felt fine, good, strangely okay. For once in my life, I didn't question it. I didn't ask, Can you both behave yourself if we're all naked? because they were wereanimals, and naked doesn't mean sex to them. It just means you aren't wearing any clothes. It was my human mind that made it dirty.
I undid the robe's sash and walked toward the bed. Crispin smiled, but Domino watched that thin line of my body that he could glimpse as I moved. Maybe being naked wasn't just not having clothes for him in that moment?
He spoke, and his voice was rough, so that he had to clear his throat before he finished. "Sex would be wonderful, but I feel your tiredness like some great weight pulling you down, and pulling at us. Let us hold you, Anita, just hold you."
I studied his face for a breath or two. He lifted his hand from the pillows and held it out to me. I let the robe fall to the floor and crawled onto the bed between them. Crispin helped me slide under the covers, then slid his body along my side, so that I could feel that it wasn't just Domino who was going to have trouble sleeping.
I stared up at Crispin, where he lay propped up on one elbow, grinning at me. "There's this beautiful naked woman in bed with me, and I'm a guy."
That made me smile. Then the bed moved, and it made me turn to see Domino moving toward us. His face was uncertain, as if he wasn't sure he'd be as welcome. Neither was I.
He had more bulk to his upper body than Crispin, and with them both propped up on elbows, I realized that the few inches of extra height Crispin had were all in the waist. Domino was keeping a few inches of distance between us rather than rubbing his body against me like Crispin. I appreciated the restraint.
I reached up to touch his hair. The curls were soft, but not as soft as Crispin's white. "Wasn't your hair more evenly white and black before?"
He smiled. "I've shifted to black tiger between then and now; when I come back to human form, my hair reflects the fur color of my last shape."
I stared up at him. "You can shift to white tiger and black?"
He nodded, rubbing his head against my hand, so that I stroked his curls more, the way you'd pet a cat that rubbed against your hand. It moved my hand from his hair to the side of his face, and he laid his cheek against my hand, pressing, so that I held his face. His eyes closed, and his face went almost slack, as if some weight had suddenly gone from him.
I rose up to kiss him, but it closed that small distance between us, and I could suddenly feel that he was not only happy to be in the bed, but so hard and eager that it made my breath catch in my throat and a small sound of surprise escape me.
He drew away from me. "I'm sorry, Anita, I can't help the reaction."
I shook my head. "It's not... Oh, hell, don't apologize for being male, Domino. I like it."
He smiled, almost embarrassed.
I found my hand sliding down the front of his body. His eyes closed again, and his head went back, as if it had been a long time for him.
Crispin seemed to read my mind. "The White Tiger Clan prides itself on being pure blooded. Our queen is happy to find black tiger blood, but most of the females of our clan won't risk bringing a nonpure offspring into the world."
I stared up at the man who was still looming a little over me. My hand had frozen at his upper stomach. He still had his eyes closed, but he started to turn away, started to roll over.
I stopped the movement with my hand on his shoulder and chest. "There is nothing wrong with you, Domino. You're beautiful."
He shook his head. "No."
"Handsome, then," I said.
He gave me an almost shy look. "I can't believe that."
"Why not?"
"Because no one who's ever mattered has treated me like it's true."
In that moment I knew, tired or not, I couldn't be that tired. "I'm going to say something I will probably never say again."
He looked at me, all cautious again.
"We only have time for a quickie."
He grinned in surprise.
I smiled back. "I really do need to sleep before the police call me and we have to hunt the bad guys again, but I want you to know that it's no reflection on you. You are handsome, and if what I just felt against my hip is any indication, all the body is pretty damn good."
He actually looked embarrassed, dunking his head. I'd have estimated him at about thirty, but he was acting younger. Maybe in this one area he was, through sheer lack of experience.
I touched his face, turned him to look at me. "Make love to me."
"Making love takes time to do it right," he said.
I grinned. "All right, fuck me."
He looked startled.
Crispin said, "Her pillow talk is usually straight to the point."
I turned my head so I could frown at him.
He shrugged the one shoulder in the air. "Well, it's true."
I frowned harder, then turned back to Domino. "Whatever word you want to use."
"Just like that?" he asked.
I nodded. "Just like that."
"Why?"
"Because I want that lost look out of your eyes."
"Why do you care what look I have in my eyes?"
"Because the wound cuts both ways."
"What does that mean?"
"Shut up," Crispin said, "and take the offer, so we can all sleep."
Domino flashed him a less than friendly look, then looked back down at me. "I've spent my life not being able to trust the women around me. Only the survivors would touch me, never my own clan."
"I'm a survivor," I said.
He shook his head. "No," and he leaned down over my hair and took a long, deep breath. "No, you smell like me: dark and light, all at the same time."
I slid my hand farther down his body and found that he wasn't trembling as hard as he had been; all the talking had softened things. I wrapped my hand around him and squeezed gently. It fluttered his eyes shut and sent his breath out in a sigh.
"Enough talk," I said.
He had to swallow before he could whisper, "Okay."
I continued to work him with my hand as he came down for a kiss, and suddenly he was kissing me. He kissed me as if my lips were food and he were starving. My hands were on his back; my legs slid down his thighs to wrap around his lower legs. He laid his full weight on top of me while we kissed, fiercely, completely. His body was back to that trembling hardness. Just the feel of him on the outside of my body, pressed between us, made me cry out.
Crispin was standing beside the bed with a condom in his hand. "Anita made me promise, after the first time we were together."
Domino and I came out of the kiss, gasping. I stared up at Crispin as if I didn't know who he was or what he was saying.
Domino went up on his knees, and I could suddenly see what I'd been touching. It brought an, "Oh, my God" from me.
Domino took the condom and slid it over himself. He went to all fours over me. He glanced at himself, then at my face. "We haven't done any prep work on you, and I'm..."
I finished for him, "Not small."
He shook his head.
Crispin said, "She's tight, but she'll be wet."
I frowned at him.
"Do you need foreplay for this?" he asked, hands on hips, as if chastising me.
I thought about it. "Foreplay is lovely, but"-I looked down Domino's body, and all I could think of was-"no, I want that inside me."
"I don't want to hurt you, not our first time."
"I'll tell you if it hurts, but," and I stopped, because no man wants to hear that you have other lovers more well endowed than he is, especially not at this moment, "Please, Domino, just fuck me. Now."
He didn't ask again. He let his body fall on top of mine, spreading my legs a little wider with a movement of his hips and thighs. He had to use his hand to guide himself in, but once he started, he didn't need any more help. He was wide enough that he did have to work his way in, the first few strokes.
He started above me, on his hands, his lower body pressed between my legs, so that I could look down the line of my body and watch him push his way in and out of me. Just the sight of it made me cry out, again.
"God, you're right, she's so tight, but wet."
Crispin had gone back to his side of the bed, and was simply watching. "I told you."
Domino's body worked me a little more open, and he could suddenly find his rhythm. I watched his body slide faster, smoother, deeper, inside mine. This was a position that if the man was of any size, it usually hit the spot, and he was, and it did.
I felt that growing weight between my legs. I whispered, "Oh, God, almost."
"Almost what?" he asked, but not like he was really listening to the answer. His voice was breathy, and his eyes were shut with concentration.
Then between one stroke and another, that weight spilled up and over, bathing my skin in warmth and pleasure. It tore a scream from my mouth and dug my nails into his lower arms. He froze above me.
Crispin's voice, saying, "Don't stop."
He started again, but he'd lost just that edge of ground. He gasped out. "I thought I'd hurt you."
"She's a screamer," Crispin said.
I might have frowned at him, but Domino was back to that rhythm above me, and I didn't care about anything else. He fought to keep that rhythm, trying for another orgasm for me, I think, but his body began to lose the smooth motion of it. His breathing grew ragged. He fought, one stroke, two, four. That weight built between my legs again.
I gasped, "Close, close again."
He fought his body to keep pumping, and forced himself back into a smoother rhythm. I pushed myself up on my elbows, so the view was even better, and the angle a little sharper, and that was it. He spilled me over the edge again, and I screamed the pleasure of it at the ceiling.
He didn't stop this time. His rhythm changed, but it didn't matter now, as long as he continued to go in and out of me. The orgasm grew, and flowed from one sensation to another, as his rhythm grew more desperate, his body moving harder, faster, and he finally lowered his body so that he could use all that length and bump the end of me. It was a different pleasure, but he'd worked me enough that it was pleasure.
I gasped, "Harder, deeper."
He didn't ask if I meant it this time; he just took me at my word. He pounded himself into me, as hard and deep as he wanted, as I wanted, the weight and strength of him pinning me under him, pinning me to the bed, while his body shuddered above mine. He opened his eyes, suddenly, inches above me, and we stared into each other's eyes as his widened, and his breathing grew ragged again, and his body began to buck, fighting for one more rhythm. Then he hit me deep enough, and it was just pleasure. I screamed and dug my nails down his back, wrapped my legs around his waist, and painted my orgasm down his body in blood and screams.
He cried out above me, a thick, throaty gasp of, "Oh, yes." Then he thrust inside me one last time, as deep as he could go. That made me come again, so that our bodies trembled together, and I buried my mouth against his neck, muffling my screams with his flesh.
He lay on top of me, his heart pounding against my body, the pulse in his neck thudding in my mouth. I let go of his neck because I had the sudden urge to bite harder. I could already taste sweet metal and knew I'd bled him.
I lay back on the bed and held him with my arms, my hands, my legs still wrapped around him. I held him inside my body, as close as I could.
He finally rose up, and I unwrapped myself from him so he could spill himself into the middle of the bed, beside me. He lay on his back, trying to relearn how to breathe, having trouble swallowing past his pulse.
"If that was a quickie," Crispin said, "I can't wait for a longie."
Domino smiled, eyes still half-closed. He managed to say, in a breathless voice, "I wanted it to be good. Didn't want to disappoint."
I lay on my side of the bed, his side of the bed, unable to move anything below the waist and unwilling to move much else. I managed a shaky laugh. "Disappoint, hell, I can't wait to see what it feels like to do that with foreplay."
"So you do want me again?" And his voice was hesitant, his face lost.
I patted his stomach because that was the easiest thing to reach. "If I could move yet, I'd give you a kiss and tell you that every woman who ever turned you down was a fool."
He patted my thigh. "I think that's the sweetest thing any girl's ever said to me."
For some reason that struck me as sad, but I didn't say that part out loud. When we were able to walk, we cleaned up and crawled back into bed. They put me in the middle, and that was fine with me. I'd found that heterosexual men who are willing to have sex with another guy in the bed are still not usually secure enough to sleep with one of them in the middle. I valued the men in my life who didn't sweat stuff like that, but I didn't fault the others. I didn't like to sleep naked with another woman right beside me, as I'd discovered with some of the wereleopards in St. Louis. It was just a big naked puppy pile, or rather kitten pile, but still, I preferred to be sandwiched between beefcake, not cheese cake. So, who was I to bitch?
Some men spoon better than others; I'd found that Crispin was a stomach sleeper, so spooning really didn't work for him. But Domino curled up against my back and wrapped all that tall body around me, as if I were his favorite teddy bear and he couldn't sleep without me. I thought it would be awkward to sleep with a stranger. I mean, sex is one thing, when it's a new friend, but sleep... that's helpless. I don't like being helpless around people I've just met. But his body felt like it had been made to fit against mine, his arm tucking me in tight against him, the way Micah did at home. I had a thought for my leopard king. I missed him. I missed Nathaniel. I wondered how Domino would get along with them? I chased the thought away; one problem at a time. I had to kill Vittorio before I could go home. To do that, I had to find him. Later, Rocco and I would start looking for him.
But I didn't have to find Vittorio; he found me.
