lhamilton.thekillingdance-第58部分

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　〃You　and　Monsieur　Zeeman　have　a　nice　visit。　I　will　take　my　turn　in　the　bathroom；　then　join　you。〃
　Just　hearing　him　say　it　out　loud　made　me　want　to　refuse。　But　I　didn't。　〃Are　you　sure　this　isn't　just　your　elaborate　way　of　forming　us　into　a　ménage　à　trois？〃
　〃Would　I　be　so　devious？〃
　〃Yeah。〃
　He　laughed；　and　the　sound　shivered　over　my　skin　like　an　ice　cube　dropped　down　my　spine。
　〃I　will　leave　you　two　alone。〃　He　brushed　past　us　into　the　bathroom。
　I　stalked　after　him　and　caught　the　door　before　it　could　close。　He　looked　at　me　through　the　opening。　〃Yes；　ma　petite？〃
　〃There　better　be　something　under　that　robe　besides　skin。〃
　He　smiled　wide　enough　to　show　just　a　hint　of　fang。　〃Would　I　be　so　crude；　ma　petite？〃
　〃I　don't　know。〃
　He　nodded　and　closed　the　door。
　I　took　a　deep　breath　and　turned　to　face　the　other　man　in　my　life。　Richard's　clothes　lay　folded　on　my　suitcase。　He　moved　towards　me。　The　shorts　were　slit　high　enough　that　I　could　see　almost　a　clear　line　from　foot　to　waist。
　If　we　were　truly　alone；　I　would　have　gone　to　him。　What　should　have　been　romantic　was　suddenly　chokingly　awkward。　I　was　very　aware　of　the　sounds　of　running　water　from　the　bathroom。　Jean…Claude　planned　to　join　us。　Sweet　Jesus。
　Richard　still　looked　scrumptious　with　his　hair　falling　across　one　eye。　He　had　stopped　moving　closer。　He　finally　shook　his　head。　〃Why　is　this　suddenly　so　awkward？〃
　〃I　think　the　biggest　reason　is　in　the　bathroom　getting　ready　to　join　us。〃
　He　laughed　and　shook　his　head　again。　〃It　doesn't　usually　take　us　this　long　to　be　in　each　other's　arms。〃
　〃No；〃　I　said。　At　this　rate；　we　were　going　to　be　staring　at　each　other　like　high　school　kids　at　a　dance　when　Jean…Claude　came　back　out。
　〃Meet　me　halfway；〃　I　said。
　Richard　smiled。　〃Always。〃　He　walked　to　meet　me。　The　muscles　in　his　stomach　rippled　as　he　moved。
　I　was　suddenly　sorry　that　I　was　wearing　jeans　and　a　polo　shirt。　I　wanted　him　to　see　me　in　the　lingerie　I'd　bought。　I　wanted　his　hands　to　run　over　the　silk　and　my　body　underneath。
　Richard　and　I　stopped　inches　away　from　each　other；　neither　one　touching。　I　could　smell　his　aftershave　faintly。　I　was　close　enough　to　feel　the　warmth　of　his　body。　I　wanted　to　run　my　hands　over　his　bare　chest。　I　wanted　to　run　my　hands　down　the　front　of　those　silk　shorts。　The　thought　was　so　real　I　crossed　my　arms　to　keep　my　hands　busy。
　Richard　leaned　over　me。　He　ran　his　lips　over　my　eyebrows；　kissed　my　eyelids　ever　so　gently。　He　reached　my　mouth；　and　I　rose　on　tiptoe　to　meet　him。　He　slid　his　arms　around　me。
　I　fell　against　him；　my　hands　searching　his　body；　my　mouth　pressing　against　his。　He　bent　and　slid　his　arms　under　my　butt；　lifting　me　until　our　faces　were　even。　I　broke　the　kiss　and　started　to　say；　〃Put　me　down；〃　but　staring　at　his　face　from　an　inch　away；　I　couldn't　say　it。　I　wrapped　my　legs　around　his　waist。　He　braced　his　legs　to　catch　his　balance。　I　kissed　him；　and　the　first　brush　of　power　broke　over　me　in　a　line　of　skin…prickling；　belly…tickling　warmth。
　Richard　made　a　small　sound　in　his　throat　that　was　more　growl　than　moan。　He　knelt　on　the　floor　with　me　still　riding　him；　and　when　he　took　me　to　the　floor；　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。