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Cherry gave me a last touch then stood and moved back； taking Nathaniel with her。 Micah stared up at Merle。 〃You； too。〃
Merle frowned； but he moved across the room with the others。 They all ended up by the bed with Caleb。 Strangely； I'd e as far across the room as I could get from the bed without leaving the room。 Totally unconscious on my part； honest。
Micah stayed kneeling； but leaned back on the balls of his feet； hands open on his thighs； eyes closed； and I felt him open himself。 His energy swirled over me like a thread of hot air that closed my throat； made it hard to breathe。 He opened those alien eyes and looked at me； face slack； as if he were meditating or dreaming。
I expected him to lay hands on me； but his hands stayed on his thighs。 He leaned his upper body towards my shoulder。
I put my right hand on his arm； and the moment I touched him； his beast curled through me。 It was almost as if some great invisible cat were sliding in and out of my body； the way they'll entwine themselves around your legs； except this cat went places that not even a lover should be touching。 It froze my words in my throat； and from the look on Micah's face； I could tell he was feeling it too。 He looked as shell…shocked as I felt。 But he continued to lean into me。 My hand stayed on his arm； but it didn't stop him； and I couldn't think well enough to question him。 His lips brushed my neck where the scars began； and it brought my breath in a shaky sigh。 He pressed his mouth to my neck and forced that swirling； living power into me。 It made me squirm； but it didn't hurt。 In fact it felt so good that I pushed him backwards。
My voice squeezed out； faint； almost a whisper。 〃Wait a minute。 What's with the mouth？ I thought you were going to lay hands on me？〃
〃I said I could heal with my body；〃 he said。 The power stretched between us like taffy pulled between the hot sticky fingers of children。 It was like if we touched we would melt into each other。
I dragged my hand away from him； and it was like my hand was moving through something something real and almost solid。 My voice was steady； and even I was impressed。 〃I thought that meant hands。〃
〃If I'd meant hands； I would have said so。〃 He lowered his face towards me； moving through the power； and it felt like waves in water when someone swims towards you。 I grabbed a handful of those tangled curls。 〃Define body for me。〃
He smiled； and it was at the same time gentle； condescending； and somehow sad。 He stayed kneeling over me； his face close enough to kiss； my hand in his hair； the power pulsing around us； building into something large。 〃Mouth； tongue； some hands； but it is body； my hands alone won't be enough。 I am told that you can heal with your body； as well。〃
I took my hand out of his hair and tried to get some distance between us； but he didn't move back； so it didn't really work。 Truth was I could heal with sex； or something so close to it that you didn't want to do it in public。
〃Sort of；〃 I said。 I looked across the room； past Micah's head and found Cherry。 〃Is calling flesh like what I do when I call munin？〃 Munin were sort of the ancestral memories of the werewolves。 Except that they were actually more like ghosts； the spirits of the dead。 You could gain their knowledge； their skills； and their bad habits if you had the ability to channel them。 I was a necromancer all the dead liked me。 The munin that liked me best of all was Raina； the wolf pack's old lupa。 I'd been the one who killed her to keep her from killing me and she delighted in the fact that she could take me over。 I'd gained the power to control Raina when I accepted her； warts and all。 When I called her； I didn't fight her anymore。 We'd worked out a sort of truce。 But calling munin for healing was almost always sexual for me； because it had been sexual for Raina。
〃It's not sexual；〃 Cherry said。 〃Sensual； but not sexual。〃
I trusted Cherry's judgment on that。 〃Okay then； do it。〃
Micah looked at me； those strange yellow…green eyes so terribly close。
〃Do it；〃 I said。
He gave that wistful； sad； condescending smile again； like he was laughing at both of us； and crying for us； too。 Unnerving； that smile。 Then he lowered his mouth to my neck and the first of the scars。 The first kiss was gentle against my throat； he breathed power against my skin； and it was suddenly hard to breathe。 But the power hovered above my skin like cloth。 Then the tip of his tongue slid along my skin； licking a hot； wet line down my neck。 The power followed the line of that heat； sinking under my skin as he licked me。 But it was when his mouth pressed over my skin； sealing him against me； sucking me into his mouth； between his teeth； that I felt the power shoved into me； forced into the scars。 He literally breathed； bit； ate； the healing into me。 I made small helpless movements。 I couldn't help it。 We all have our erogenous zones in addition to the normal ones； places where if we're touched our bodies react whether we want them to； or not。 My neck and shoulders are two of my spots。
He leaned back； far enough from my neck to whisper； 〃Are you alright？〃 His breath was so hot against my skin。
I nodded； my face turned away from him。
He took me at my word； pressing his mouth back to my neck。 There were no preliminaries this time； he bit me； hard enough that I gasped。 My stomach knotted； twisting me onto my side； pulling me away from him。
〃Anita； what's wrong？〃
〃My stomach；〃 I said。
He slid the robe open； passing his hand over my stomach。 〃There was no wound here。〃
Another wave of pain tore through my gut； bending me over double； to writhe on the floor。 The need tore through me like something alive trying to rip its way out from inside my body。
Micah was there； smoothing my hair back from my face； that power that was building between us rolling through my body like a cat wading through me。 He bundled me into his arms； his lap； pressed my face against his chest。 〃Get the doctor。〃
His chest was smooth； warm。 I could hear his heartbeat； feel it against my cheek。 I could smell blood under his skin like some exotic candy that would melt on my tongue and glide down my throat。 I worked my way up his body until I could see the big pulse in his neck。 I watched that pulse like a man dying of thirst； my throat burned with the need； my lips dry； cracked from want of it。 I had to feed。 I knew in that instant that it wasn't my thought。
I stretched out that part of me that Jean…Claude claimed and found him。 Found him sitting in a windowless cell。 He looked up as if he could see me standing in front of him。 He whispered； 〃Ma petite；〃 and I knew where he was。 I didn't know why； but I knew where。 He was in the St。 Louis city jail； in the rooms reserved for things that cannot stand the light of day。 I stared into his eyes and watched them fill with blue fire； until they cast their own light in the dim cell。
He reached out towards me； as if we could touch； and it was Micah's power； Micah's beast rolling through my body that tore me away from Jean…Claude。
I opened my eyes to find my arms around Micah； my face pressed to his shoulder； my mouth very close to the long warmth of his neck。 There was movement