lh.narcissusinchains-第26部分
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over should be touching。 It froze my words in my throat； and from the look on Micah's face； I could tell he was feeling it too。 He looked as shell…shocked as I felt。 But he continued to lean into me。 My hand stayed on his arm； but it didn't stop him； and I couldn't think well enough to question him。 His lips brushed my neck where the scars began； and it brought my breath in a shaky sigh。 He pressed his mouth to my neck and forced that swirling； living power into me。 It made me squirm； but it didn't hurt。 In fact it felt so good that I pushed him backwards。
My voice squeezed out； faint； almost a whisper。 〃Wait a minute。 What's with the mouth？ I thought you were going to lay hands on me？〃
〃I said I could heal with my body；〃 he said。 The power stretched between us like taffy pulled between the hot sticky fingers of children。 It was like if we touched we would melt into each other。
I dragged my hand away from him； and it was like my hand was moving through something something real and almost solid。 My voice was steady； and even I was impressed。 〃I thought that meant hands。〃
〃If I'd meant hands； I would have said so。〃 He lowered his face towards me； moving through the power； and it felt like waves in water when someone swims towards you。 I grabbed a handful of those tangled curls。 〃Define body for me。〃
He smiled； and it was at the same time gentle； condescending； and somehow sad。 He stayed kneeling over me； his face close enough to kiss； my hand in his hair； the power pulsing around us； building into something large。 〃Mouth； tongue； some hands； but it is body； my hands alone won't be enough。 I am told that you can heal with your body； as well。〃
I took my hand out of his hair and tried to get some distance between us； but he didn't move back； so it didn't really work。 Truth was I could heal with sex； or something so close to it that you didn't want to do it in public。
〃Sort of；〃 I said。 I looked across the room； past Micah's head and found Cherry。 〃Is calling flesh like what I do when I call munin？〃 Munin were sort of the ancestral memories of the werewolves。 Except that they were actually more like ghosts； the spirits of the dead。 You could gain their knowledge； their skills； and their bad habits if you had the ability to channel them。 I was a necromancer all the dead liked me。 The munin that liked me best of all was Raina； the wolf pack's old lupa。 I'd been the one who killed her to keep her from killing me and she delighted in the fact that she could take me over。 I'd gained the power to control Raina when I accepted her； warts and all。 When I called her； I didn't fight her anymore。 We'd worked out a sort of truce。 But calling munin for healing was almost always sexual for me； because it had been sexual for Raina。
〃It's not sexual；〃 Cherry said。 〃Sensual； but not sexual。〃
I trusted Cherry's judgment on that。 〃Okay then； do it。〃
Micah looked at me； those strange yellow…green eyes so terribly close。
〃Do it；〃 I said。
He gave that wistful； sad； condescending smile again； like he was laughing at both of us； and crying for us； too。 Unnerving； that smile。 Then he lowered his mouth to my neck and the first of the scars。 The first kiss was gentle against my throat； he breathed power against my skin； and it was suddenly hard to breathe。 But the power hovered above my skin like cloth。 Then the tip of his tongue slid along my skin； licking a hot； wet line down my neck。 The power followed the line of that heat； sinking under my skin as he licked me。 But it was when his mouth pressed over my skin； sealing him against me； sucking me into his mouth； between his teeth； that I felt the power shoved into me； forced into the scars。 He literally breathed； bit； ate； the healing into me。 I made small helpless movements。 I couldn't help it。 We all have our erogenous zones in addition to the normal ones； places where if we're touched our bodies react whether we want them to； or not。 My neck and shoulders are two of my spots。
He leaned back； far enough from my neck to whisper； 〃Are you alright？〃 His breath was so hot against my skin。
I nodded； my face turned away from him。
He took me at my word； pressing his mouth back to my neck。 There were no preliminaries this time； he bit me； hard enough that I gasped。 My stomach knotted； twisting me onto my side； pulling me away from him。
〃Anita； what's wrong？〃
〃My stomach；〃 I said。
He slid the robe open； passing his hand over my stomach。 〃There was no wound here。〃
Another wave of pain tore through my gut； bending me over double； to writhe on the floor。 The need tore through me like something alive trying to rip its way out from inside my body。
Micah was there； smoothing my hair back from my face； that power that was building between us rolling through my body like a cat wading through me。 He bundled me into his arms； his lap； pressed my face against his chest。 〃Get the doctor。〃
His chest was smooth； warm。 I could hear his heartbeat； feel it against my cheek。 I could smell blood under his skin like some exotic candy that would melt on my tongue and glide down my throat。 I worked my way up his body until I could see the big pulse in his neck。 I watched that pulse like a man dying of thirst； my throat burned with the need； my lips dry； cracked from want of it。 I had to feed。 I knew in that instant that it wasn't my thought。
I stretched out that part of me that Jean…Claude claimed and found him。 Found him sitting in a windowless cell。 He looked up as if he could see me standing in front of him。 He whispered； 〃Ma petite；〃 and I knew where he was。 I didn't know why； but I knew where。 He was in the St。 Louis city jail； in the rooms reserved for things that cannot stand the light of day。 I stared into his eyes and watched them fill with blue fire； until they cast their own light in the dim cell。
He reached out towards me； as if we could touch； and it was Micah's power； Micah's beast rolling through my body that tore me away from Jean…Claude。
I opened my eyes to find my arms around Micah； my face pressed to his shoulder； my mouth very close to the long warmth of his neck。 There was movement in the room； and I knew distantly that someone had run to get a doctor； but what I needed a doctor couldn't give me。
Micah's skin smelled clean； young。 It was like I could tell just by scent how old he was。 The blood was like icing spread just under the tenderness of his flesh； and the part of me that thought of Micah as meat wasn't Jean…Claude； it was Richard。
I didn't know how to put the need into words。 Micah turned his face； looked into my eyes； and I felt something inside me open； some door that I hadn't even known existed swung wide。 A wind blew through the door； a wind made of darkness and the stillness of the grave。 A wind that held an edge of electric warmth like the rub of fur across bare skin。 A wind that tasted of both my men。 But I was the center； the thing that could hold both of them inside and not break。 Life and death； lust and love。
〃What are you？〃 Micah asked； his voice a surprised whisper。
I'd always thought that vampires took their victims stole their will with their eyes and took them like magical rape。 But in that instant I knew it was more plex than that； and more simple。 I saw with Jean…Claude's eyes； his power。 I stared into Micah's face from inches away； and I saw； felt； his own need。 Lust was there； a horribly unsatisfied lust； and I knew it had been a long time for Micah。 But underneath that was a greater need； a need for power and the shelter that power could provide。 It was like I could smell his needs； roll them on my tongue。 I stared into his yellow…green eyes in that so…human face； and Jean…Claude gave me the keys to Micah's soul。
〃I am power； Nimir…Raj。 Enough power to warm you on the coldest of nights。〃 Power flowed off his skin like a scalding wind。 That hot wind mingled with the power inside me； twisting together until it drove like a knife deep inside me。 It tore a gasp from my throat； and Micah echoed it。 The power turned into something gentler； something that caressed instead of stabbed； something that you would wait your whole life to have。 I saw the sensation flow over Micah's face； knew that he felt it； too。
A wind stirred the edge of his hair。 And the wind was moving between us like the point where cold and heat meet and form something larger than either can form alone； something huge and whirling； a wind so strong it can level houses and drive straw through telephone poles。
His arms tightened around me。 〃I am Nimir…Raj； mind games don't work on me。〃
I got to my knees still in the circle of his arms； and pressed my body down the front of his。 We were almost exactly the same height； the eye contact was terribly intimate。 The power pressed around us like a giant hand squeezing us together。 His body responded； and he was large again； so hard pressed to my groin and stomach。 This was my cue to be embarrassed； to panic； but I didn't。 I knew that Jean…Claude fed off of lust as well as blood； but I'd never really understood what that meant until that moment when Micah's flesh touched mine。 It wasn't just the naked press of him； hard and firm against my body； that made me shudder against him； it was the need in his
