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zed down the length of his body； of our bodies； pressed together。 The shorts clung like a second skin to the back of him。 The ardeur rushed through me again like a new pulse I'd never felt before； and my beast rose up through the depths with it。 It was as if they were tied together。 I hungered； and my beast woke； rolling inside me like a lazy cat； stretching； eyeing the mouse。 Except what this cat wanted to do to the mouse was not only against the laws of nature； but physically impossible。 The trouble was this mouse smelled of vanilla and fur； and he was warm and full against me。 I wanted to roll him over on his back and tear off the shorts and see what I was feeling。 I wanted to lick down his chest； down his stomach； and 。。。 The visual was so strong that I had to close my eyes against the sight of him lying there。 But sight wasn't my only problem。 The smell of his skin was suddenly overwhelming； sweet。 And I had a desire to roll my body on top of his； not for sex exactly； but to paint his scent on my body； to wear it like a dress。
〃Anita；〃 it was Jason。 〃What's happening？〃
I opened my eyes to find him bending over me； propped on one elbow； and the ardeur widened to include him。 It did not discriminate。 I touched his face； ran my fingers down the edge of his cheek； traced the fullness of his lower lip with my thumb。
He moved his mouth back just enough to speak。 〃Jean…Claude said you'd inherited his need； his incubus。 I don't think I believed him 。。。 〃 My hand traced down his face； his neck； his chest。 〃 。。。 until now；〃 he whispered。
My hand stopped over his heart。 It beat against my hand； and I could suddenly feel my pulse in my palm beating against his skin； as if my heart had spilled down my arm to cup against his body。
〃Ask me why Jean…Claude insisted I stay in here today。〃
I just looked at him。 I couldn't think； couldn't speak。 I could feel his heart； almost caress it。 His heart sped； beating faster。 My heart sped to catch it； until our hearts were beating together； and it was hard to tell where one pulse stopped and the other began。 I could taste his heartbeat in my mouth as if it pulsed inside me already； caressing the roof of my mouth as if I had already taken a bite of him。
I closed my eyes and tried to distance myself from the ebb and flow of his body； his warmth； his need。
〃Jean…Claude was afraid you'd try to feed on Nathaniel。 I'm supposed to keep that from happening。〃 His voice was breathy。
I raised up； and Nathaniel's arms curled around my waist； pressing his face into my side。 I sat up beside Jason with Nathaniel like a tempting weight wrapped around my body。 My hand stayed on Jason's chest； cupping his heart。 He should have moved away； but he didn't。 I could feel his desire； feel the need in him。 It was a pure desire； not for power； or anything else； just simply for me。 It wasn't love； but it was purity of a sort。 He simply wanted me。 I stared into his blue eyes； and there was no deceit； no agenda。 Jason didn't want to secure his power base； or gain mystical energy； he just wanted to have sex with me； to hold me in his arms。
I'd always treated Jason as lesser than a friend； young and amusing； not serious。 Jean…Claude's ardeur let me see into his heart； and I found it the most pure of any that I'd looked into in a long time。
I stared down at Nathaniel where he lay clinging to me。 I knew his heart； too。 He wanted me physically； but more； he wanted me to want him。 He wanted to belong to me in every way。 He longed for safety； a home； someone to take care of him； and to take care of。 He saw in me all the things that he'd lost over the years。 But he didn't really see me； he saw an ideal of me that he wanted。
I ran my hand down his arm； and he snuggled against me。 I looked back at Jason and let my other hand drop away from him； but it was like I pulled something out of him as it moved； his heart still beat inside my body。 We didn't have to touch for that。
The fact that Jason wanted me just for me with no ulterior motives made me want to reward him。 Made me love him just a little。 It overrode the hunger； stilled my beast； helped me think。
〃Get out； both of you； get out。〃
〃Anita； is that you？〃
〃Go； Jason； take him with you； and go。〃
〃I don't want to go；〃 Nathaniel said。
I grabbed a handful of that thick hair and raised him to his knees with it。 I expected to see fear in his eyes； or betrayal； but what I saw was eagerness。 I used his hair as a handle and drew him to me until our faces almost touched。 I felt his heart thudding； the thrill through his body as I drew him into me。 Nathaniel would never tell me no。
If someone can't tell you no； it's rape； or something like it。 The ardeur poured through me； taking my breath in a long shuddering line。 I wanted to kiss Nathaniel； to fill his mouth with my tongue。 And I knew if I did； it would be too late。
My voice came out strangled。 〃You will go when I tell you to go； now get out！〃 I released my hold on him so suddenly that he fell back against the bed。
Jason was on the other side of the bed； pulling Nathaniel away from me； pushing him towards the door。 Watching them go made me want to cry； or scream。 They were perfect for feeding。 The room was thick with mutual desire； and I was sending them away。 I could still feel their heartbeats like candy in my mouth； like a double echo of my own heart。
I covered my eyes with my hands and screamed； wordless； pain…filled。 It was as if the hunger finally realized that I was truly going to let them go。 It raged through me； tearing one ragged scream from my mouth after another； as fast as I could draw breath。 I lay on the bed in the silk sheets； writhing； screaming。 I had a sudden memory； and it wasn't mine； of this need denied； locked away in the dark where no hand could touch you； where no skin could melt into yours。 I felt the faintest edge of Jean…Claude's madness after that particular punishment。 He'd healed； but the memory was still raw。
Hands on me； holding me down。 I opened my eyes to find Nathaniel and Jason holding me down。 They each had a hand on one wrist and one leg。 They could bench press small elephants； but as my body writhed against the bed； I raised them up； made them struggle to hold me。
〃Anita； you're hurting yourself；〃 Jason said。
I looked down my body and found bloody scratches on my arms and legs。 I had to have done it； but I didn't remember doing it。 The sight of those bloody scratches calmed me； made me lie still under their hands。
〃I'm going to get something to tie you down with just until Jean…Claude rises；〃 Jason said。
I nodded； afraid to speak； afraid of what I'd say。
He told Nathaniel to hold me； but the only way one person could do that was to hold my wrists while pressing against me with his lower body。 It wasn't perfect control； but it kept me from hurting myself。
Nathaniel's hair fell around our bodies with a dry rushing sound； until I saw the world through a curtain of his hair。 The scent of him was like some warm pressure between his upraised chest and mine。 I could smell the fresh scent of blood； too。 And my beast wanted to lick the wounds； wanted to feed on my own skin； or better yet； open wounds on Nathaniel and feed off of