lh.narcissusinchains-第54部分

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　She　explored　me；　raising　my　beast　until　it　rolled　just　under　the　surface　of　skin。　She　touched　that　part　of　Richard　that　was　still　inside　me　and　raised　his　beast；　until　the　two　energies　entwined　and　my　body　started　to　convulse。
　I　heard　yelling。　〃She's　going　to　change！〃　Hands　holding　me　down　to　the　bed。
　But　Belle　had　learned　what　she　wanted　and　let　them　slide　back　into　my　body。　She　separated　out　the　powers　inside　me　like　you'd　sort　a　deck　of　cards。　She　touched　Jean…Claude's　link　to　me　and　it　puzzled　her；　I　could　feel　it。　Until　that　moment　she'd　assumed　I　was　a　vampire；　and　now　she　knew　I　wasn't。　She　let　what　puzzled　her　slide　back　deep　inside　me；　then　she　called　the　ardeur；　the　incubus；　and　the　moment　I　thought　it；　I　realized　it　was　the　wrong　word。　Succubus；　she　whispered　in　my　head；　succubus。　The　hands　that　had　been　holding　me　down；　poured　over　my　body；　responding　to　the　ardeur。　It　was　like　being　covered　in　pure　lust；　rolled　in　it；　like　flour　on　a　piece　of　meat　before　you　cook　it。
　Hands　slid　along　my　skin；　a　mouth　closed　on　my　mouth；　and　I　couldn't　see　who　was　right　above　me；　kissing　me。　I　could　feel　the　weight　of　their　body；　another　set　of　hands；　but　I　could　see　nothing　but　a　shining　amber　light。
　Belle　kept　the　ardeur　on　the　surface；　because　it　amused　her。　I　couldn't　see　whose　hands　were　where；　or　who　was　doing　what；　all　I　could　do　was　feel　them；　the　brush　of　silk；　the　press　of　flesh；　a　curtain　of　hair；　the　scent　of　vanilla；　but　I　could　not　see。　Belle　Morte　was　using　my　eyes　for　other　things。　She　touched　that　part　of　me　that　allowed　me　to　raise　the　dead。　She　caressed　my　necromancy；　tried　to　bring　it　to　the　surface　as　she　had　the　two　beasts　and　the　ardeur；　but　everything　else　she　had　explored　was　hers　to　call；　it　was　all　in　some　way　part　of　her　lineage；　her　blood。　But　the　necromancy　was　all　mine。
　My　magic　welled　up　through　me；　pushing　her　back；　but　I　couldn't　cast　her　out；　not　with　just　the　raw　power。　It　was　as　if　she　floated　near　the　surface　of　some　dark　pool　and　I　sat　at　the　bottom　trying　to　push　her　out。　I　couldn't　cast　her　out；　but　I　could　see　again；　think　again。
　I　was　nude　from　the　waist　up。　Nathaniel's　mouth　closed　on　my　nipple　drawing　it　in。　I　cried　out；　and　Jason　lowered　his　mouth　to　my　other　breast。　There　was　a　moment　when　I　stared　down　at　the　two　of　them　pressed　to　my　body；　the　blond　head；　the　auburn；　their　mouths　working　at　my　breasts；　the　line　of　their　bodies　pressed　along　mine；　the　marks　of　my　teeth　still　visible　in　Nathaniel's　flesh；　when　the　ardeur；　when　Belle　Morte　spilled　over　me　again。　Jason's　hand　slid　down　the　front　of　the　red　silk　bottoms；　his　fingers　finding　me　as　if　he'd　always　known　just　where　to　touch　me。　I　writhed　under　his　touch；　their　touch。
　I　grabbed　Jason's　wrist；　tried　to　pull　his　hand　away；　but　he　fought　me　and　it　was　a　tender　place　to　fight　over。　I　screamed；　〃Jean…Claude！　Asher！〃
　〃Ma　petite？〃　Jean…Claude　made　the　name　a　question　as　if　he　wasn't　sure　it　was　really　me。　I　found　the　vampires　standing　beside　the　bed；　not　helping；　not　hindering；　just　watching。　But　I　understood；　the　ardeur　called　to　them　too。　The　were　afraid　to　touch　us。
　〃Feed；〃　I　said。
　〃Non；　ma　petite。〃
　〃I　can't　fight　her　and　the　hunger。　Feed；　and　let　me　feed。〃
　〃You　cannot　break　free　of　her；　ma　petite！''
　〃Help　me！〃
　He　looked　across　the　bed　at　Asher；　and　I　watched　something　pass　between　them；　something　built　of　sorrow　and　old　regrets。　〃She　is　right；　mon　ami；　she　cannot　fight　Belle　and　the　ardeur。〃
　〃She　doesn't　understand　what　she's　asking；〃　Jean…Claude　said。
　〃No；　but　she　asks；　and　if　we　do　not　do　it；　we　will　always　wonder。　I　would　rather　try　and　fail；　than　regret　having　never　tried　at　all。〃
　They　stared　at　each　other　for　a　second　or　two；　then　Asher　crawled　onto　the　bed　and　Jean…Claude　followed　him。　Asher　stretched　out　beside　Nathaniel；　and　Jean…Claude　mirrored　him　with　Jason。　Belle　Morte's　joy　flared　through　me；　filled　my　eyes　with　honey…colored　flames；　and　I　lost　my　grip　on　Jason's　wrist。　His　hand　slid　back　over　me；　but　when　I　turned　to　look；　I　could　see　Jean…Claude　through　the　dark　glass　of　her　eyes　and　Asher　on　the　other　side。　I　knew　that　once　they　touched　either　pomme　de　sang　they　would　be　caught　in　the　desire；　and　they　would　not　break　free。　It　was　a　trap。　I　opened　my　mouth　to　say；　don't；　but　three　things　happened　all　at　once。　They　each　struck　into　the　neck　of　the　man　on　their　side；　as　if　they'd　known　exactly　what　the　other　would　do；　and　Jason　forced　me　over　that　shining　edge　of　orgasm。　I　screamed；　body　bucking　against　the　bed；　and　only　their　weight　kept　me　from　sitting　up；　from　clawing　the　air；　because　it　wasn't　just　my　own　pleasure　I　was　feeling。　I　felt　Asher's　fangs　in　Nathaniel's　neck；　felt　Nathaniel's　body　build；　build；　and　finally　release　in　a　rush　of　pleasure　that　made　him　bite　down　on　my　breast；　made　me　score　not　his　back；　but　Asher's　with　my　nails。　Jason　drew　his　mouth　back　from　me　and　screamed。　The　vampires　rode　their　bodies；　and　I　knew　with　Belle　Morte's　awareness　that　the　only　reason　they　didn't　orgasm　with　us　was　the　blood　pressure　wasn't　there　yet。　But　the　pleasure　was。　The　five　of　us　were　locked　into　wave　after　wave　of　pleasure。　Like　the　heat　the　ardeur　was　named　for；　it　passed　over　and　through　us　again　and　again。　It　was　like　floating；　skinless；　formless；　just　above　the　bed；　and　I　could　feel　their　heartbeats　inside　my　body。　Finally　I　could　feel　Jean…Claude　and　Asher；　feel　their　hearts　give　a　massive　beat　and　feel　the　life　flood　through　their　bodies　and　spill　in　a　long；　hot；　line　of　pleasure　that　seemed　to　be　pulled　from　the　soles　of　their　feet　to　the　tops　of　their　heads；　as　if　every　piece　of　their　bodies；　every　atom；　exploded　in　pleasure　at　once。　Nathaniel；　Jason；　and　I　screamed　for　them；　because　their　mouths　were　still　locked　on　the　blood；　still　drinking；　still　feeding。　Then　it　was　over；　and　the　five　of　us　lay　motionless；　except　for　the　frantic　rise　and　fall　of　our　chests；　trying　to　breath；　trying　to　remember　what　it　was　like　to　be　inside　our　own　skins；　with　just　one　heart　inside　us；　instead　of　five。　We　melted　back　into　our　own　skins；　only　the　faint　dew　of　sweat　and　the　panicked　thunder　of　our　pulses　beating　against　each　other's　bodies。
　Jean…Claude　and　Asher　pulled　back　from　Nathaniel　and　Jason　just　as　they'd　bitten　them　　together；　in　a　synchronization　as　perfect　now　as　it　had　been　two　centuries　ago。　Belle　Morte　filled　my　mind　with　images　　images　of　the　two　of　them　making　love　to　her　before　Asher　was　scarred；　when　they　were　her　perfectly　matched　pair。　I　had　a　confused　image　of　them　making　love　to　her　at　the　same　time。　The　feel　of　them　pushing　inside　her；　as　perfectly　aware　then　as　now　of　where　each　other's　bodies　were；　and　of　exactly　what　they　would　do。　She　missed　them；　and　it　was　partially　my　love　of　Asher；　my　seeing　him　as　beautiful；　that　made　her　regret。　The　sharing　wasn't　only　one　way；　she　was　getting　my　feelings；　too。　But　I　was　myself　again。　The　desire　had　been　well　fed；　sated；　so　now　I　could　do　what　I　did　best。
　I　called　my　magic；　pulled　it　around　me　like　a　breath　of　cool　wind　against　my　sweat…soaked　skin。　Nathaniel　and　Jason　pulled　back　from　me；　eyes　still　unfocused。
　Jean…Claude　and　Asher　raised　up　above　each　of　the　smaller　men；　their　eyes　as　out　of　focus　as　the　lycanthropes'；　but　Jean…Claude　said；　〃Ma　petite；　what　。。。　〃
　I　reached　for　him。　〃Take　my　hand。〃
　〃Ma　petite　。。。　〃
　〃Now！〃
　Belle's　power　cut　through　me　like　a　whip　in　a　practiced　hand。　She'd　been　using　it　to　tickle　my　skin；　now　she　meant　it　to　hurt。　I　writhed　on　the　bed；　only　Jason's　and　Nathaniel's　weight　keeping　me　from　flailing。　My　vision　was　being　consumed　by　brown　flames。
　A　hand　in　mine；　cool　flesh；　and　the　moment　Jean…Claude　touched　me　I　could　see　again。　I　was　his　human　servant；　he　was　my　master；　we　were　part　of　a　triumvirate　of　power。　If　Richard　had　been　here　we　could　have　chased　her　back　to　the　hell　she　crawled　out　of。　I　sent　the　call　in　my　head；　screaming　psychically　for　Richard；　but　the　answer　came　against　my　skin。　Jason　stared　at　me；　confused。　He　said；　〃Anita　。。。　〃　I　felt　Richard's　power　in　Jason；　the　link　of　their　pack。　The　power　of　the　triumvirate　leaped　between　Jean…Claude's　hand；　my　hand；　and　Jason's　body。　It　would　work；　it　had　to　work；　because　I　could　feel　Belle　Morte　ris