Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 11-15 - Laurell K. Hamilton [113]
“You can turn the hunger to sex, Anita.”
I shook my head. “I think I’d rather eat Caleb than fuck him.”
“You’ve never eaten anyone, or you wouldn’t say that,” Richard said.
I couldn’t really argue with that. “Are you seriously saying you’d be okay with me fucking Caleb?”
He hesitated, the water flickering in the flame light, as his body moved restlessly. I caught a glimpse of knee, and thigh. “If it’s a choice between eating him, or screwing him, yes.”
“You didn’t even like sharing me with Jean-Claude.”
“We’re not dating, Anita.”
Ouch. “Sorry, forgot that for a moment,” I said. The momentary flare of pain like a half-healed wound helped me think a little more clearly. “Jason is in wolf form Richard. I don’t do furry.”
“That I can do something about.” I saw his beast like some golden shadow leap out of him and into me. It was like being on the receiving end of a metaphysical knife, until that power stabbed through me and into Jason, and I was suddenly in the middle of all that power, all that pain, all that rage. The beast feeds on pain and rage, sort of the ultimate id. I was left kneeling, gasping, too breathless to scream.
Jason screamed for me, and I felt his beast slide away from him, no, into him, like stuffing something impossibly huge into a suitcase that was already full. But this suitcase was Jason’s body, and it hurt. I felt the bones twist, the muscles pop and reattach. Fuck, it hurt. I caught a distant thought from Richard that it was hurting so much because it was forced. When you fight the change it hurts more.
It was as if the fur was absorbed back into the pale flesh that rose through it, like something caught in ice, melting back to the surface. Jason’s body melted back, and the fur sank into him, the longer bones, the muscles. It just all sank into him until he lay pale and shivering on a bed of clear liquid. The fluid had soaked my jeans from the knees down. Jason had changed, but not fed, now he’d been forced to change again less than a half-hour later. Maybe if he’d been allowed to feed he’d have been alright, but now, he lay, shivering, curling into a ball to hold himself and to keep in what warmth he had left and to take up as little space as possible. I think Jason, like Caleb, knew touching me would be bad.
Jason wasn’t a danger to Caleb anymore. Until he rested, he wasn’t a danger to anyone. In fact . . . I stared down at the curve of his butt, so smooth, so firm, so tender. I gazed on him nude, and didn’t think about sex at all. All Richard had done was give me a choice of meals.
I looked at Richard down that vision that held him crystalline, and everything else hazy. “All I can think about is sinking teeth into his flesh. You’ve made him helpless, and I still need to feed, because you still need to feed.”
“I’ll find something here to eat. I will feed, but you don’t have anything safe to hunt, Anita. You don’t want to hurt either of them.”
I screamed, loud and long, letting the frustration fill the Jeep, pour out of my mouth, scald up my throat, ball my hands into fists, and lash out, smashing the side of the Jeep. I heard the metal groan, and that made me blink, look at what I’d done. I’d dented the metal. A rounded dimple the size of my fist. Fuck.
Caleb made a small sound, and I looked down at him, and all I could see was the soft flesh of his stomach, I could almost feel it under my teeth. I was crouched over Caleb, my face sniffing along his stomach. I didn’t remember getting this close.
Richard called to me, “Anita!”
I looked up, as if he were really in front of me. He pushed Jamil’s arm away and leaned back against the side of the tub. He ran his hands over his chest, fingers tracing his nipples, one hand trailing lower, as he pushed himself out of the water. It cascaded down his body in silver flame shot lines, and that hand traced lower, lower. Over his stomach, down the line of hair, and finally