Part 7 (2/2)

Richard smiled. ”No, nothing much works for werewolves. Our body processes them too fast.”

”Then you cannot mean this, and if you run away from Anita, who you love, and Jean-Claude, who you feel truly drawn to, you will not be able to tolerate my touch.”

”There are limits to what you can do to me, and with me, that's true, but I share some of Jean-Claude's emotions and memories. I remember loving you, Asher, and I still have a body that could do it.”

I stared at Richard, and then at the look on Asher's face. I'd never seen the vampire so surprised. He laughed, a wild, abrupt sound. ”Are you offering what Jean-Claude has denied me?”

Richard smiled. ”I think that would be pus.h.i.+ng my newfound resolutions, but I am offering to try. You are powerful enough to have your own territory now with Narcissus; by staying here you make Jean-Claude stronger, which makes us all safer.”

”And what are you willing to do to make me stay, Richard?” There was derision in his voice again.

Richard pulled him backward with that one hand on his arm. Asher let himself be pulled. Richard settled back against the pillows and drew the other man's back in against his chest. He had his legs to one side so Asher was against only his chest, but it was more touch than I'd ever seen him do with any other man but Jean-Claude. Richard wrapped those strong arms around the vampire and held him. ”I'm a shapes.h.i.+fter; we like to sleep in big puppy piles.”

Asher stroked his fingers down Richard's bare arms. Richard settled back deeper against the pillows, cuddling the other man closer to him. Asher bent his head and laid a kiss against that tanned, muscular arm.

”No biting, not yet, remember,” Richard said, but he raised the arm that Asher wasn't kissing and stroked his hand through the other man's hair.

I looked at Jean-Claude and he looked at me. I held my arm out toward him. ”Pinch me, because this has to be a dream.”

Jean-Claude nodded. ”You have read my mind, ma pet.i.te ma pet.i.te.”

Asher rubbed his cheek against Richard's arm like a cat scent-marking. ”Come into the pool, Jean-Claude, it is warm and smells so good.”

”Don't just look at us-come cuddle,” Richard said.

”Sorry, Richard, I just don't quite trust the change,” I said.

”You mean you don't trust me,” he said.

Asher was petting his arm with his hands and small kisses. ”Don't the Americans have a saying, 'Do not look a gift horse in the mouth'?”

”Yeah,” I said.

”Then what are you waiting for, Anita, unless you do not want either of us?” He looked at me over Richard's arm, giving me the weight of those beautiful eyes. Did I want both of them? Yes, yes I did.

I looked back at Jean-Claude, who was still standing beside the bed watching them. I held a hand out to Jean-Claude. ”If you trust it, so will I.”

”Trust,” Jean-Claude whispered.

”When I realized how stupid I'd been toward both of you I thought about sending flowers, but didn't think there were enough roses in the world to make up for what I'd almost done to all of us.” He rose up, and Asher made a small protesting noise as he took his arm back. Richard took hold of his T-s.h.i.+rt and pulled it over his head in one smooth movement. ”I thought you'd like this better than flowers.”

Asher hesitated, looking back at him. Richard drew him in against his chest, as he had before. Asher turned and laid a tentative hand on his bare side. Richard held his hands out, one to me and one toward Jean-Claude.

”I can always call a florist if you'd prefer that.” His words were joking, but his face was so serious. ”But I was hoping that this would say, I screwed up and I'm sorry I screwed up and I'm sorry better than anything else.” better than anything else.”

Jean-Claude said, ”If you mean this, then it will.”

”If you don't mean it,” I said, ”and you bail again on us, then that's it, Richard. I can't let you keep cutting us up like this.”

Asher laid his head on the other man's bare stomach, his arm hugging all that bare flesh. ”Oh, for the love of G.o.d, stop talking and join us. He won't get out of his pants for just me.”

I laughed, I couldn't help it. Richard didn't laugh. He ran his hand through the other man's hair and grabbed a handful of it, jerking his head back. I had a moment to see Asher's face. I knew that look, the wide, almost unfocused eyes, the slightly parted lips. I'd seen it on Nathaniel's face often enough, and caught it on mine in the mirror a time or two. That look said that Asher had gone from dominant to submissive, switched over by the pain, the suddenness, and the strength in Richard's hand.

Richard used Asher's hair as a handle to move the other man so they looked at each other. I saw the muscles in his forearm tighten. Asher made a small sound, and though pain caused it, it wasn't a pain sound. It was a good sound. One I'd heard Jean-Claude drive from Asher more than once, one that Nathaniel and I had gotten from him when we worked as a unit.

”I'm a dominant; I don't bottom to anyone, so if anyone is losing their pants it's not me.” Richard dragged the man a little upward using that painful, pleasurable grip on his hair. Richard lowered his own face a little toward the vampire and said, ”I am not food. I am not prey. I am the Ulfric of the Thronnos Rokke Clan, and the next time you forget that, I will hurt you.” He whispered the last almost into the other man's lips, close enough to kiss. I watched him use all that beauty on Asher as he had, in different ways, with me over the years. Beauty can be a weapon as devastating as any gun.

Richard sat back up and let go of Asher so abruptly he fell into the other man's lap. Asher lay there pa.s.sive, his face to one side lost in the tangle of his own golden hair. Richard looked at Jean-Claude and me. ”I haven't just been running from being a werewolf or Jean-Claude's animal to call. If pain and pleasure didn't move me, Raina could never have seduced me. I blamed her for me being a pervert, but she didn't invent this part of me, she just unleashed it.” He laid his big hand on Asher's head and stroked his hair. The other man s.h.i.+vered under that small touch. ”I don't want to have s.e.x with Asher, but causing him pain appeals to me. Making him want me, and denying him what he wants, that appeals to me, too.” He laid his head back against the back of the bed and closed his eyes; when he opened them they had gone to a dark amber. ”It appeals to me a lot.”

Just the look in his eyes made me s.h.i.+ver. Jean-Claude touched my arm and I jumped. ”Ma pet.i.te, shall we join them?”

I just nodded, because saying Wow Wow out loud just didn't sound cool enough for what was lying in the bed looking at us with wolf amber eyes. out loud just didn't sound cool enough for what was lying in the bed looking at us with wolf amber eyes.

CHAPTER 8

AS HER LOST HIS pants and everything else, though there was a moment when he hesitated on his s.h.i.+rt, because the most severe scars were on his chest and stomach on the one side, and his hair wasn't long enough to be used as a s.h.i.+eld as he did for his face. Jean-Claude and I had done our rea.s.suring months ago. It was Richard with his perfect upper body that made Asher embarra.s.sed, shy, some word that I never thought to use for him in any circ.u.mstance.

Jean-Claude and I looked at each other, and we were both wondering how to get the two men to work the issue, when Richard said, ”Jean-Claude told you to strip; do it.”

Asher scowled at him, holding his unb.u.t.toned s.h.i.+rt closed. ”He told me to undress, actually.”

Richard opened his mouth to say something harsh, I think, but something made him look at Jean-Claude. More than a look pa.s.sed between them. I think Jean-Claude whispered in his head as he could mine. Whatever was said softened Richard's face. He turned to Asher. ”You didn't get to see the scars from the silver bullets that nearly killed me last summer.” He traced that broad, untouched spill of muscle. ”This half was a ma.s.s of scars. I thought it was permanent. It usually is if it scars at all. I didn't think of myself as vain, but I didn't like the scars. I didn't like being less than perfect. When Jean-Claude started using energy to heal his own wounds, I learned how to heal mine. He let me take enough energy from the triumvirate to put me back to this.” He spread his hands, framing all that nice smooth skin.

I'd known they used energy from our power as a unit to heal themselves-it was one of the serious perks to having the vampire marks-but I hadn't realized that if we hadn't had enough power, there would be three men in the room with serious scars on all that creamy and tanned goodness, respectively.

”I had no triumvirate to turn to,” Asher said, holding his s.h.i.+rt tight, voice sullen.

Richard went to him. ”I've tried nice, but sympathy just makes you angry. I understand that, so let me try something else.” He moved in a blur, his hand grabbing a handful of Asher's hair, the other hand going around the man's waist, jerking him against Richard. It was sudden, violent, but with that edge of kissing closeness again. Asher's anger seemed to float away on the strength of Richard's hands.

Richard stared into those pale blue eyes from inches away and snarled, ”I want you naked. I want to see it all. I want you tied up and naked, and if you make me tell you to strip again I'll rip your clothes off your back.” He almost threw Asher away from him and walked away.

Asher staggered, caught the bed to steady himself. When he could stand steady, his s.h.i.+rt went on the floor and the rest of his clothes followed. There was something about Richard wanting to see him nude and tied up that rea.s.sured him, made him feel desired. There was no more hesitating.

We tied Asher on his knees to one side of the bed, centered between the bedposts. He was near enough to the edge of the bed that if we wanted to we could have his legs off the side, but we started with him comfortable, kneeling. The bed was the same bed, but the frame had been changed since last we had Richard with us. The frame was metal and custom built so that there were distinct places for attaching things all over the frame. It had originally been done so that Asher could teach me to top Nathaniel, but that meant that all of us had experienced the bed on both sides. The rule was you never try something on your submissive that you hadn't tried on your own body first. There had been a few things that Nathaniel wanted that I couldn't, or wouldn't, try on myself because the pain level was too high and I didn't heal like he did, but Asher had taken more than one for the team in that area, until even he had called no mas no mas, and Nathaniel had still not gone to his limit on pain with us. Frankly, Nathaniel's limits in this area still scared me, even as they intrigued me.

Jean-Claude had gotten out the toy trunk-not toy box, trunk trunk. It was one of those huge old-fas.h.i.+oned steamer trunks big enough to hide a body in. We'd moved it permanently into the bedroom about a month ago rather than having to get a few toys and carry them in; it had been a tacit acknowledgment of what we were doing in the bed and with each other. I had never dreamed that Richard would be on his knees digging around in the toys. I'd known he liked this kind of s.e.x; he was right: Raina hadn't created the need, she'd just let it out of its box. That he'd gotten comfortable enough with himself to admit it out loud to us was nothing short of miraculous. If miracles were things you thought you'd never see, like the St. Louis Rams winning the Super Bowl, or ice skating in h.e.l.l.

Jean-Claude had simply taken off his s.h.i.+rt, and he was in leather pants and boots, very BDSM. With Asher tied up nude, my little businessy skirt outfit looked so out of place, but Jean-Claude had a fix for that. It was a leather dress, short but with a full skirt, and it belted at the waist; it looked like June Cleaver does bondage. I went into the bathroom to change with a pair of stiletto heels in hand. The shoes I'd worn before, but the dress was new. But the true beauty of the dress didn't hit me until I put it on and started playing with the heavy zipper that went all the way down the front of it. The upper part of the dress was tight enough through the chest that it held me in place without a bra even when the zipper was nearly halfway down. My b.r.e.a.s.t.s stayed mounded, and no matter how I moved they weren't going to fall out by accident. No, I'd have to lower the zipper and let them out. Or I could zip the dress all the way up and show no cleavage at all. It was a nice dress. I played with the zipper until my b.r.e.a.s.t.s looked like they were spilling out, or would at any moment, but I knew they were solid in place-well, as solid as real b.r.e.a.s.t.s get. I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror as I moved for the door, and it stopped me. I wasn't into b.r.e.a.s.t.s, but the sight of my own chest in that dress with the wide leather belt making my waist look even tinier in all that leather with the full skirt was eye-catching. Okay, it made even me think, Wow, look at all that creamy goodness Wow, look at all that creamy goodness. It wasn't something I was used to thinking about my own b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

When I stepped out in the dress, Jean-Claude let me see on his face exactly how much he liked the view. ”Mon Dieu, ma pet.i.te.” ”Mon Dieu, ma pet.i.te.” He grabbed Asher's hair and turned him so he could see me. The angle was painful, but as he had with Richard, Asher didn't respond like it hurt. Jean-Claude put their faces together and said, ”Look at her, Asher. Look at her and know that you don't get to touch her tonight.” He let go of that golden hair and walked toward me, leaving Asher hanging there as if he didn't matter. I knew it was part of the game, and I trusted Jean-Claude to know what kind of submissive Asher was, but if I was the one tied up, humiliation or taunting would throw me out of bottom and right back in my f.u.c.k-you-and-you-don't-get-to-f.u.c.k-me att.i.tude. He grabbed Asher's hair and turned him so he could see me. The angle was painful, but as he had with Richard, Asher didn't respond like it hurt. Jean-Claude put their faces together and said, ”Look at her, Asher. Look at her and know that you don't get to touch her tonight.” He let go of that golden hair and walked toward me, leaving Asher hanging there as if he didn't matter. I knew it was part of the game, and I trusted Jean-Claude to know what kind of submissive Asher was, but if I was the one tied up, humiliation or taunting would throw me out of bottom and right back in my f.u.c.k-you-and-you-don't-get-to-f.u.c.k-me att.i.tude.

Jean-Claude came to me and offered his hand. The stilettos were four inches. I looked fabulous in them, but as my s.e.xy meter went up, my graceful meter went down, or that's how it felt. He'd a.s.sured me if I'd only wear them enough to practice, I'd get better at it. Sure.

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