lh.narcissusinchains-第47章

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　He　rolled　onto　his　back；　gazing　up　at　me；　lying　in　a　pool　of　his　hair；　like　a　shining　auburn　frame　around　his　body。　I　wanted　to　see　all　of　him　framed　against　his　hair；　and　all　I　had　to　do　was　drag　his　shorts　down　the　curve　of　his　hips。　The　image　was　so　strong　I　had　to　close　my　eyes；　take　deep　breaths。　The　need　to　touch　him　lashed　through　me；　almost　painful；　as　if　the　ardeur　could　force　me　to　do　it。　And　maybe　it　could。　But　I　would　control　how　I　touched　him。　I　would　control　at　least　that　much。
　I　opened　my　eyes　and　found　him　gazing　up　at　me　with　those　impossible　lilac　eyes。　〃Roll　over　onto　your　stomach；〃　I　said；　my　voice　hoarse。
　He　rolled　over　without　a　single　question；　and　I　was　reminded　how　absolutely　helpless　he　was　with　a　dominant。　He　would　do　what　he　was　told；　whatever　he　was　told。　It　helped　steady　me；　to　know　that　I　had　to　be　in　charge。　I　had　to　have　some　control；　because　he　would　have　none。
　I　picked　up　handfuls　of　that　thick　hair　and　pushed　it　to　one　side　like　a　piled　beast。　I　bared　his　back；　in　a　clean　smooth　line。　He　turned　his　head　to　the　side　and　gazed　at　me　through　the　film　of　his　hair。　There　was　no　fear　in　him；　only　a　vast　patience；　an　eagerness；　and　need。
　I　rose　on　all　fours　over　him；　straddling　his　body；　and　lowered　my　mouth　to　his　skin。　I　licked　across　his　shoulders；　but　it　wasn't　enough。　I　bit　him；　gently；　and　he　made　a　small　movement　underneath　me。　I　bit　harder；　and　a　tiny　sound　escaped　his　lips。　I　bit　him　hard　enough　that　I　felt　his　flesh　fill　my　mouth；　felt　the　grip　of　him；　the　meat　of　him。　I　wanted　to　tear　at　his　flesh；　to　literally　feed　from　him。　The　desire　was　almost　overwhelming。　I　collapsed　on　top　of　him；　my　cheek　against　his　back；　until　I　could　control　myself。　But　the　scent　of　his　flesh；　the　smoothness　of　it　under　my　cheek；　the　rise　and　fall　of　his　breathing　under　my　body；　it　was　too　much。　I　would　not　eat　him　literally；　but　I　had　to　feed。
　I　bit　the　flesh　of　his　back；　drew　him　into　my　mouth；　and　this　time　I　did　not　stop　until　I　tasted　the　sweet　metallic　taste　of　blood。　It　was　the　beast　that　wanted　to　finish；　blood　was　not　enough。　But　I　raised　from　the　wound　and　moved　on。　I　marked　Nathaniel's　back　with　near　perfect　imprints　of　my　teeth；　and　more　and　more　of　them　held　blood。　It　was　as　if　the　longer　I　did　it；　the　harder　it　was　to　control。
　The　scent　of　fresh　blood　tightened　my　body；　filled　me　with　heat　and　longings　that　had　to　do　more　with　food　than　sex。　I　sat　straddling　his　body　looking　down　at　his　back；　at　my　handiwork。　Blood　ran　in　tiny　drops　from　some　of　the　wounds；　but　mostly　it　looked　like　tiny　mouths　pressed　into　his　flesh。　And　it　wasn't　enough。
　I　slid　my　hands　down　the　back　of　his　shorts；　drawing　my　nails　delicately　along　his　flesh。　He　writhed　under　the　touch；　started　to　rise　from　the　bed；　and　I　pushed　him　back　down。　〃No；　no；〃　I　said；　and　he　went　still　under　my　hands。
　I　slid　his　shorts　down　his　body　until　he　lay　nude　underneath　me。　I　spread　his　legs　so　I　could　kneel　between　them；　lowered　my　mouth　to　that　smooth；　untouched　skin；　and　marked　him。　There　was　more　flesh　to　hold　in　my　mouth　here；　tight；　but　more　plentiful。　I　filled　my　mouth　with　him；　drew　blood　in　red；　hot　circles；　until　I　heard　him　making　small　helpless　noises。　And　I　knew　they　weren't　pain　noises。
　I　rose　on　my　knees　above　him；　gazed　down　at　the　wounds　I'd　laid　on　his　body；　and　I　wanted　more。
　I　slid　my　satin　top　off　and　wiggled　out　of　the　shorts。　I　laid　my　naked　body　on　his　and　rolled　along　his　back；　his　buttocks；　rubbing　the　blood　from　the　wounds　on　my　body。　Nathaniel　was　saying；　〃please；　please；　please；〃　over　and　over　under　his　breath。　His　need　was　like　a　pressing　weight；　a　thick　cloud　that　hovered　over　us。　It　was　chokingly　close；　so　overwhelming。　He　wanted　this　so　badly。　This；　not　sex；　this。　He'd　waited　so　very　long　for　me　to　dominate　him；　to　take　him。
　Micah　had　wanted　me；　but　his　had　been　the　want　of　a　relative　stranger。　A　man　wanting　an　attractive　and　powerful　mate。　But　with　Nathaniel　it　was　different。　His　desire　had　built　over　years；　over　a　thousand　intimacies；　a　thousand　denials。　It　had　built　until　it　was　a　great　weight　in　his　body；　in　his　mind。　It　was　a　thing　that　burdened　him　down；　filled　him　up；　and　he　could　not　be　free　of　it。　I　understood　why　Jean…Claude　had　said　that　we　would　feed　off　those　we　were　already　attracted　to。　There　was　so　much　more　to　feed　from　with　Nathaniel。　Our　history　together　made　it　not　just　a　feeding；　but　a　feast。
　I　worked　my　way　back　down　his　body；　biting　along　his　flesh；　not　drawing　blood　now。　I　lay　with　my　cheek　pressed　against　the　curve　of　his　buttocks；　fighting　with　myself　not　to　reach　my　hand　around　to　the　front　of　him。　Fighting　the　growing　need。　I　would　not　touch　him；　not　like　that。　When　I　could　trust　myself；　I　spread　his　legs　as　far　as　they　would　go；　and　bit　down；　marking　areas　untouched；　getting　ever　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　ing　towards　me；　hurrying　towards　me；　attracted　to　the　scent　of　blood；　and　warm　flesh；　and　sex；　and　me。
　
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　〃JEAN…CLAUDE'S　ING；〃　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　unplicated　of　all　the　men　in　my　life。　Unplicated　had　its　attractions；　even　with　the　ardeur　gone。　The　moment　I　thought　gone；　I　realized　that