Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [1080]
I was left kneeling on the couch, staring up the line of Micah’s nude body, seeing without doubt that what was happening was making his body happy. His face was slack with need, pleasure. His hands convulsed over Jean-Claude’s arm, and he half-screamed, half-shouted, “God!”
Jean-Claude’s body began to straighten up, slowly. He eased Micah back over the couch. He raised his mouth from Micah’s neck; his eyes were drowning blue, sightless, inhuman. His lips were full, red, but not with spilled blood, red like someone who’s been kissing too much. He released Micah slowly, letting his body slide against the back of the couch, until the wereleopard half-collapsed on his side. His head spilled into my lap, and I jumped. Micah raised his head, slowly, heavy. He propped himself up on one arm and turned unfocused eyes to me. His pupils were enormous, drowning black in the circle of his green-yellow eyes. I watched his pupils spiral downward to small dots so that the color almost overwhelmed them, like a vampire’s eyes. I could feel him staring at me, the weight of his gaze like something pushing against me. He leaned in towards me, slowly, lips half-parted.
I stayed where I was, frozen, unsure what to do. It wasn’t that he was any less lovely than he had been. It was just . . . oh, hell, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even know what I wanted to do.
“Didn’t you need to get Damian out of his coffin?” Asher’s voice came dry, making me draw back from Micah.
Jean-Claude snarled at him, looking more inhuman than the entire time he was feeding.
Asher stood in one smooth motion, like a puppet pulled up by strings. “Fine, but if you are going to have sex, then I don’t have to watch.”
I stood, Micah’s hands sliding down my body as I moved away from the couch. I faced Asher. “Look, I am so far over my comfort zone right now that I can’t think, but I’ll tell you one thing. I am not going to salve your male ego while the little voice in my brain is still screaming, run away, run away. So, put the attitude on ice, Asher, I can’t deal with it right now.”
He was suddenly vibrating with anger, his eyes like icy blue pools. “So sorry that my discomfort annoys you.”
“Fuck you, Asher.”
He was suddenly moving forward in a blur of speed. I backed up so fast that I fell against the couch. Micah caught me, or I’d have fallen to the floor. I had time to draw a gun, or a knife, but I didn’t even try. Asher wasn’t trying to hurt my body, just my feelings. He bent at the waist, looming over me and Micah, though I think that part was accidental. He put a hand on either side of us and leaned into my face, so close that I had to pull back to focus on those chilling blue eyes. “Don’t offer things you’re not willing to do, ma cherie, because that is annoying.”
He stood up abruptly and stalked from the room.
Micah’s voice was soft. “What was all that about?” His hands were still on my arms, half-holding me, protective.
I shook my head. “Ask Jean-Claude.” I pushed to my feet. “I’m going to go get Damian.”
“I will accompany you, ma petite.”
“Fine.” I started walking. I could feel them following me, feel them both behind me. I almost turned around to see if they were holding hands, but if they were, I wasn’t ready to see it.
Bobby Lee trailed behind without a word. Smart man.
53
THE ROOM WAS bare stone walls. There was no pretense of comfort. It was the vampire’s version of prison, and it looked like one. There were half a dozen coffins sitting on bare, raised platforms with silver chains around them, waiting to be raised and locked in place with crosses. The only crosses in the room were on the two closed coffins. Two? Two chained coffins. Damian was in one. Who the hell was in the other?
“Which one is your boy?” Bobby Lee asked.
I shook my head. “Don’t know.”
“I thought you were supposed to be this boy’s master.”
“That’s the theory.”
“Then shouldn’t you be able to tell which box