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closer, until I could see him pressed between his body and the bed. I wanted to lick him there, roll his testicles in my mouth. But I didn’t trust myself. I’d laid his back and buttocks bloody, I didn’t trust myself, couldn’t guarantee what I would do. I moved my mouth back without touching him, and the pressure of his lust and mine rode like summer lightning, almost there, almost there. I ran my tongue on the small ridge of skin just in back of his testicles, and Nathaniel cried out.

I sucked the skin, drew it into my mouth in a long line, working it with tongue and teeth, and the pressure broke over us like a storm released in one long thunderous burst. He called my name, and I raked his thighs with my nails and fought with two different hungers not to bite that delicate bit of skin away from his body. When it was over, I drew back from him just enough to see that I hadn’t marked him, not even the mark of my teeth. I lay on the bed, between his legs, one arm on his thigh, the other folded beneath me, listening to the pounding of my heart.

He lay quiet except for his still frantic breathing. A sound raised me up to gaze over Nathaniel’s leg, propping myself up on the smooth wounded flesh of his butt.

Jason was standing in the middle of the room with what looked like shackles in his arms. His eyes were wide, his own breathing a little too fast.

I should have been embarrassed, but the ardeur was sated, and my beast lay curled inside me like a contented cat. I was too well-pleased with myself to be embarrassed. “How long have you been watching?” Even my voice sounded lazy, content.

He had to clear his throat twice before he could say, “Long enough.”

I climbed back up Nathaniel’s body, until I was pressed against the length of him. I laid my cheek against his face, and whispered, “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” It was a whisper.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“It was . . . wonderful. Oh, God, it was . . . better than I’d imagined it.”

I raised up, stroking his hair, turning back to look at Jason, still standing in the middle of the floor. “Why didn’t you try and stop me?”

“Jean-Claude was afraid you’d tear out Nathaniel’s throat or something messy like that.” Jason’s voice was returning to normal, only the slightest edge of uncertainty in it. “But I watched you. Every time I thought I’d have to intervene, you drew back. Every time I thought you were going to lose control, you didn’t. You rode the hunger, you tamed it.”

I felt Jean-Claude waken, felt him take his first breath of the day. He sensed me, too, felt me still lying naked on Nathaniel’s body, smelled the scent of fresh blood, felt that I had fed, and fed well. I felt him coming towards me, hurrying towards me, attracted to the scent of blood, and warm flesh, and sex, and me.

16

“JEAN- CLAUDE’S COMING” , JASON said.

“I know,” I said.

Jason walked to the foot of the bed and gazed down at us, at me. His eyes lingered on me. Most of my body was hidden beside Nathaniel, but he looked at what was revealed. If I hadn’t had that glimpse into his heart, I’d have been mad, or told him to stop, but I didn’t know what to say now. He wanted me, just me for me, not forever, but just for a night, a day, a week, just for sometimes. Jason’s feelings for me might be the most uncomplicated of all the men in my life. Uncomplicated had its attractions, even with the ardeur gone. The moment I thought gone, I realized that wasn’t true. The hunger was just below the surface; like something simmering in a pot, you have to keep the heat low, or it boils over. I’d had enough heat for one day.

Jason and I looked at each other. I don’t know what we would have said, but just then the door opened. It was Asher. His room was closer than the coffin room, but I hadn’t expected him. His golden hair lay in perfect waves around the shoulders of his robe. Vampires didn’t move in their “sleep” so no morning hair problems. The robe was a rich, deep brown, open over matching pajama bottoms. His chest was bare, and the robe flared around him like a cape as he strode into the room.

He came to stand