underneath him。 I didn't even know when the towel had fallen away。 I was sort of proud of that； because usually when I see Richard naked； I lose about forty points of IQ and most of my reasoning ability。 But now； his pain was so raw； that that took precedence。 It was fort he needed； not sex。
He finally lay quiet in my arms； his breathing slowed almost to normal。 His eyelids had fluttered shut； and for a moment I thought he was asleep。 Then he spoke； eyes still closed。 〃I appointed an Eros and Eranthe for the pack。〃 His voice was still thick with all the crying。
Eros was the Greek god of love； or lust； and Eranthe was the muse of erotic poetry； in werewolf lore they were the names for sexual surrogates。 A man and a woman that did what needed doing when a werewolf's sponsor was too squeamish。 Verne's pack had them； because Verne's lupa was very jealous of her Ulfric； and sometimes you just needed someone who isn't emotionally involved。
〃That's good； Richard。 I think it will make things easier。〃
He opened his eyes； and they were bleak。 It made my chest ache to see that look in his eyes。 〃There are other positions that would make a lot of things easier；〃 he said； voice thick and low。
I tensed up。 I couldn't help it； because I knew that there were titles among the lukoi that would make all the problems he'd created in the pack fixable。 There were titles that amounted to executioners； torturers。 The lukoi have a long history through some very harsh times。 Very few packs fill these slots anymore。 Most don't see the need； but then most Ulfrics are good little tyrants； they don't need to delegate the rough stuff。
〃Do you know what B？lverk means？〃 Richard asked softly。
〃It's one of the names of Odin。 It means worker of evil。〃 My voice was almost as soft as his。
〃You didn't remember that from a semester of parative religion back in college。〃
〃No；〃 I said。 My pulse had sped up。 I couldn't help it。 B？lverk was the title for what amounted to someone who did the Ulfric's evil deeds。 It could be anything from trickery； to lies； to murder。
〃You asked Verne about it； didn't you？〃
〃Yes。〃 I kept my voice low。 I was afraid to be loud； afraid he'd stop talking； thought I knew where the conversation was going； and I wanted to get there。
〃Jacob is going to challenge Sylvie；〃 Richard said； and his voice was growing stronger； 〃and he'll kill her。 She's good； but I've seen Jacob fight。 She can't win。〃
〃I haven't seen him fight； but I think you're right。〃
〃If I made you B？lverk 。。。 〃 He stopped。 I wanted to yell at him to finish； but I didn't dare。 All I could do was sit there； very still； and try not to do anything that would change his mind。
He started over。 〃If I made you B？lverk； what would you do？〃 That last was soft again； as if he couldn't quite believe he was saying it。
I let out a breath I hadn't even realized I was holding and tried to think。 Think before I spoke； because I'd only get one shot at this。 I knew Richard and if what I said didn't meet with his approval； the offer would go away； and he might never be willing to ask for this kind of help again。 I'd seldom been so eager to speak and so afraid at the same time。 I prayed for wisdom； diplomacy； help。
〃First； you'd need to announce my new title to the pack； then I'd choose some helpers。 I'm allowed three； Baugi； Suttung； and Guunlod。〃
Richard said； 〃The two giants B？lverk tricked to get the mead of poetry； and Guunlod； the giant's daughter； who he seduced for it。〃
〃Yes。〃
He rolled his upper body over； so he was looking up at me。 〃You spent almost every weekend of the last six months in Tennessee。 I thought you were just studying with Marianne； learning how to use your talents； but you were studying the lukoi； too； weren't you？〃
I tried to be very careful； as I said； 〃Verne's pack runs very smoothly。 He's helped me make the wereleopards into a true pard。〃
〃You don't need a B？lverk or a Guunlod to make the leopards into a pard。〃 His gaze was very direct； and I couldn't lie to him。
〃I was still your lupa； but not a werewolf； the least I could do was learn about your culture。〃
He smiled then； and it reached his eyes； just a little chased that lost look away。 〃You didn't care about the culture。〃
That pissed me off。 〃Yes； I did。〃
His smile widened； his eyes filling with light； the way the sun filled the sky as it rose above the edge of the world。 〃Alright； you cared about the culture； but that wasn't why you wanted to know about B？lverk； the evildoer。〃
I looked down； feeling just a little embarrassed。 〃Maybe not。〃
He touched my face lightly； turning me to look down at him again； to meet his gaze。 〃You said you didn't know about Jacob before you talked with him on the phone。〃
〃I didn't；〃 I said。
〃Then why ask Verne about B？lverk？〃
I stared down into those true…brown eyes and spoke the truth。 〃Because you are kind and fair and just； and those are lovely things to have in a king； but the world is not kind； or fair； or just。 The reason Verne's pack runs smoothly； the reason my pard runs smoothly； is because Verne and I are ruthless when we need to be。 I don't know if you could be ruthless if you had to be。 But think it would break you； if you managed to pull it off。〃
〃Having you be ruthless for me is going to break something inside of me； Anita。 Something that's important to me。〃
I stroked his hair； feeling the thick softness of it。 〃But me doing it won't break as much； or as badly； as you doing it； Richard。〃
He nodded slowly。 〃I know； and I hate myself for that。〃
I leaned over and kissed his forehead； very gently。 I spoke with my lips touching his skin。 〃The only true happiness； Richard； lies in knowing who you are what you are and making peace with it。〃 His arm curved up around me； holding me against him。 He spoke with his mouth against the hollow of my throat。 〃And are you at peace with what you are？〃
〃I'm working on it；〃 I said。
He kissed my throat； very softly。 〃Me too。〃
I drew back enough to see his face； and his hand thrust upward through my hair； pulled my face down to his。 We kissed； soft； then harder； his lips； his tongue； his mouth working at mine。 I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him kissed him long and hard。 When I drew back； breathless； I found that he'd rolled his lower body over and lay on his back； nude。 He laughed at the expression on my face and pulled me down towards him。 I lost that forty points of intelligence and all my reasoning skills as he undid my robe and I ran my hands down the long line of his body。
I had just enough self…possession left to say； 〃Not here。 We've got an audience in the living room。〃
His hand slid under the green satin of the camisole； curving around to my back； pulling me against him。 〃There's no place in the house that they won't hear us； smell us。〃
I pulled back from him before he could kiss me。 〃Gee； Richard； that makes me feel a lot better。〃
He propped himself up on one arm； staring down at me。 〃We can go into the bedroom if you want； but we won't be fooling anybody。〃
I didn't like that； and it must have shown on my face； because Richard drew his hand out from under my top； and said； 〃Do you want to stop？〃
We hadn't really gotten started； but I knew what he meant。 I looked into the solid brown of his eyes； traced the edge of his jaw with my gaze； the fullness of his lips； the curve of his throat； the spread of his shoulders； the way his hair fell around him； catching the early morning light； bringing out shades of gold and copper in his hair； the swell of his chest； his nipples already dark and hard； the flat line of his stomach with that thin； dark line of hair that went from his belly button to 。。。 the skin was darker； richer； you could almost smell the blood that pumped him full and hard。 He looked ripe； like he was something full to bursting with life。 I wanted to touch him； to squeeze； oh so delicately。 I lay on the floor with my hands at my sides； my pulse beating in my throat； and said； 〃No； I don't want to stop。〃 My voice was almost a whisper。
His eyes filled with that dark heat that spills into a man's face when he's almost a hundred percent sure of what's about to happen。 His voice was deeper； that low note that most men's voices get when the excitement runs deep。 〃Here； or the bedroom？〃
I tore my gaze away from him to look at the open doorway to the living room。 There was no door to close。 I needed more privacy than this。 Even if they could hear us； even smell us in the bedroom； at least they wouldn't be able to see us。 Maybe it was only an illusion of delicacy； but sometimes illusion is all you've got。
I looked back at him。 〃Bedroom。〃
〃Good choice；〃 he said； and got to his knees； taking my hand； so that when he got to his feet； he half…pulled me to mine。 The movement startled me； and I fell against him。 The height difference was enough that it put my hand on his hip and so very close to other things。 It embarrassed me how very much I wanted to touch him； hold him。 I started to pull away； because I was so close to losing all decorum and groping him right there in the kitchen。 I wasn't entirely sure that if I grabbed him we'd make it to the bedroom。 I wanted that door between us and everyone else。