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They had a moment where they just looked at each other, and like last night in the bed, I felt superfluous. “I don’t know how to do this,” Richard said.

“Just say it,” Micah said.

“I don’t want to have to ask your permission to have sex with Anita.”

Micah laughed then, a sharp, surprised burst of sound. “I can’t believe you said that.”

“Well, I don’t,” Richard said.

“It’s not my permission you need, Richard,” Micah said.

Then Richard seemed to get it, because he looked at me. He actually had the grace to look embarrassed. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

“How did you mean it?” I asked, and tried to keep the words as neutral as I could.

“I’m trying to get along with the other men in your life. I don’t know how to do that, Anita. I want to ask you to feed on me, but I feel like I have to ask for everyone’s okay, not just yours; am I wrong?”

I felt my face soften. He was trying so hard. I touched his hair. There was an edge of drying goop in it. I guess I was a bigger mess since Travis had been practically on top of me when he shifted. Violent shifting is always messier. “We need to get cleaned up,” I said.

He gave me uncertain eyes.

“I’ll go with Nathaniel to the showers,” Micah said, standing up. He petted Travis’s back. “Come on, ol’ lion, we’ll get you fed.”

Micah bent over and gave me a quick kiss and a reassuring smile. He did his best to let me know it was all right with him. One of my favorite things about Micah was that he usually made things better, easier, not worse.

He walked out with the huge, slinking form of the lion on one side and Nathaniel on the other. Nathaniel blew me a kiss from the door, but didn’t try for a kiss on the lips. I wasn’t sure why, but I’d have liked the kiss.

Richard touched my arm, gently. It made me look at him. Whatever he saw on my face didn’t make him happy. His eyes showed it. Since I didn’t know what was in my eyes, I couldn’t change it. Whatever he saw on my face was what was there to see.

He gave a smile that left his eyes sad. “Let’s use the bathtub and clean up.” He looked down, his hair sliding around his face. He took a breath deep enough that it moved his shoulders up and down. “If that’s all right with you.”

I touched his arm. “A nice hot bath would help with the aches. Does it hurt this much to shift completely?”

Richard frowned, thinking, then shook his head. “No, I mean it hurts while you’re doing it sometimes, but with practice, no. You seem to be stuck at the early stages when it hurts the most.”

“Great,” I said.

I heard water running in the bathroom. Remus or Claudia had sent someone in to start the bath. The tub was big; it took a while to fill.

Richard stood up and offered me a hand. He’d moved so that I had his body in profile—the smooth, strong line of his hip to stare at instead of other things. I appreciated the modesty. Sometimes when he wasn’t modest, I just didn’t think very clearly. Of course, it wasn’t just his manhood that made me go wow. I stared up the line of his body, from feet, to the muscled swell of calf, thigh, the tight curve of his ass, the waist that led up to the swell of that chest, those shoulders. He held one muscled arm down at me, and I followed that arm to the face. That face. It wasn’t just that he was handsome, or that his newly long hair framed it all, but the eyes. Pure brown, deep, rich, and full of a weight that was just Richard. A weight of personality and strength that once I’d thought would be enough to sustain me. I saw all of it in seconds, so that I was able to not just give him my hand in his, but wrap my other hand around his wrist. A wrist thick enough that I couldn’t hold it between thumb and forefinger. He was just too big. He pulled me gently to my feet.

It hurt to stand, and I swayed, clutching at him. He put his other hand at my back to steady me. “Let me pick you up, Anita, please.” He knew I didn’t like to be carried. It made me feel weak, but tonight I hurt, and I knew that it would mean something to him to do it.

I whispered, “Yes.”

He smiled, that smile that brightened his whole face. He