that if I grabbed him we'd make it to the bedroom。 I wanted that door between us and everyone else。
He put his arms around my waist and lifted me off my feet； until our faces were even and I didn't know what to do with my legs。 If I'd been sure we wouldn't be using the kitchen table I'd have wrapped my legs around his waist； but I didn't trust either of us that far。 He put his arms under my butt； so that my head was slightly above his； and I rested in his arms almost like I was in a swing。 I could still feel him pressed hard and firm against my body； but it had a certain decorum to it that straddling his waist lacked。 He started walking for the door； carrying me； his eyes so intent on my face that he almost tripped on a chair。 It made me laugh； until his eyes came back to meet mine； and I saw the need in those dark eyes。 That one look robbed me of speech； and all I could do was stare into his eyes as he carried me into the bedroom。
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THE BEDROOM WAS empty when he kicked the door shut behind us。 I didn't know if the living room was empty or not。 I couldn't remember anything but Richard's eyes from the kitchen to the bedroom。 Every room might have been empty； for all I'd seen。
We kissed just inside the door； my hands were full of the rich thickness or his hair； the firm warmth of his neck。 I explored his face with my hands； my mouth； tasted； teased； caressed； just his face。
He drew back from my mouth enough to say； 〃If I don't sit down； I'm going to fall down。 My knees are weak。〃
I laughed； full…throated； and said； 〃Then put me down。〃
He half…walked； half…staggered to the bed； laying me on it； going to his knees beside it。 He was laughing as he crawled onto the bed beside me。 He lay beside me； his knees hanging over the side of the bed； though since he was tall enough for his feet to actually touch the floor when he lay like that； maybe hanging wasn't the right word。 We lay beside each other on the bed； laughing softly； not touching。
We turned our heads to look at each other at the same moment。 His eyes sparkled with the laughter； his whole face almost shining with it。 I reached out and traced the lines of laughter around his mouth。 The laughter began to fade as soon as I touched him； his eyes filling up with something darker； more serious； but no less precious。 He rolled onto his side。 The movement put my hand along the side of his face。 He rubbed his face into my hand； eyes closed； lips half parted。
I rolled onto my stomach； and moved towards him； my hand still on his face。 He opened his eyes； watching me crawl towards him。 I propped myself up on hands and knees and watched his eyes as I leaned in towards his mouth。 There was eagerness there； but there was also something else； something fragile。 Did my eyes mirror that look； half…eager； half…fearful； wanting； afraid to want； needing； and afraid to need？
My mouth hovered over his； our lips touching； delicate as butterflies blown by a warm summer wind； touching； not touching； sliding along each other； gliding away。 His hand grabbed the back of my neck； forced my mouth to press against his； hard； firm。 He used his tongue and lips to force my mouth open。 I opened to him； and we took turns exploring each other's mouths。 He came to his knees； hand still pressed to the back of my neck； our mouths still locked together。 He drew back； crawling backwards to the head of the bed； leaving me kneeling alone in the center of the bed。 He reached under the covers； drew out pillows； propped himself up； watching me。 There was something almost decadent about him naked； propped up； watching me。
I knelt looking back at him； having a little trouble focusing； thinking。 I finally managed to say； 〃What's wrong？〃
〃Nothing；〃 he said； voice deep； lower than normal。 It wasn't the growl of his beast； it was a peculiarly male sound。 〃I want to run my beast through you； Anita。〃
For a split second； I thought it was a euphemism； then I realized he meant exactly what he'd said。 〃Richard； I don't know。〃
〃I know you don't like otherworldly stuff during sex； but Anita 。。。 〃 he settled into the pillows in a strange smoothing motion that somehow reminded me that he wasn't human； 〃I felt your beast。 It rolled through me。〃
Just hearing it out loud took a little of the glow off for me。 I slumped back against the bed； still on my knees； but no longer upright； hands limp in my lap。 〃Richard； I haven't had time to think this through。 I don't know how I feel about it yet。〃
〃It's not all bad； Anita。 Some of it can be wondrous。〃
This from the man who had hated his beast for the entire time I'd known him。 But I didn't say that out loud。 I just looked at him。
He smiled。 〃I know how strange that sounds ing from me。〃
I looked at him harder。
He laughed； settling lower on the pillows until he was sprawled in front of me。 One leg bent up so he wouldn't touch me； but close enough that I could have touched him。 He lay there unself…consciously nude； which I'd seen before； but it was more than that。 He seemed bathed in a fortableness that was rare for Richard。 I'd seen it at the lupanar； that he'd accepted his beast。 But it was more than that； he'd accepted himself。
〃What do you want from me； Richard？〃
This was his cue to get serious； to demand I be less bloodthirsty； or a half dozen other impossible things。 He didn't。 〃I want this；〃 he said； and I felt the prickling rush of his power a second before it passed through me like a warm ghost。
I shuddered with it。 〃I don't know； Richard。 I don't know if this is a good idea。〃 It would have sounded better if my voice hadn't had a tremble in it。
I expected him to question； or talk； but he didn't。 I felt his power like a brush of thunder a second before it smashed into me。 I had a second of panic； a moment to wonder if his beast and mine would claw me apart； then his power rubbed through me like a velvet glove。 My beast rose as if from a great； warm； wet depth； up； up to meet the warm； burning rush of Richard's energy。 He pushed his beast through me； and I could feel it； impossibly huge； the brush of fur so deep inside me that I cried out。 I felt his beast as if it had crawled inside me and was caressing things from the inside that his hands would never have touched。 My power seemed less certain than his； less solid。 But it rose around the hard； muscled fur like velvet mist； swirling through his power； through my own body。 Until it felt as if something huge was growing inside me； something I'd never felt before； swelling inside me。 It felt larger than my body； as if I couldn't hold it inside myself； like a cup filled to the brim with something hot and scalding； but the liquid kept pouring in； and still I held it； held it； held it； until it burst over me； through me； out of me； in a roar of power that turned the world golden and slow； drew my body to its knees； curved my back； sent my hands clawing at the air trying to hold on to something； anything； while my body spilled apart and remade itself on the bed。 For a space of labored heartbeats I thought he'd brought on the change； and I had slipped my skin for real； but it wasn't that。 I felt like I was floating and only gradually felt my body again。 I lay on my back； my knees folded under me； hands limp at my sides； so relaxed it was like being drugged。
I felt the bed move under me； and a moment later； Richard appeared above me。 He was on all fours； looming over me； and I had trouble focusing on his face。 He cradled my face； staring into my eyes； while I tried to look at him。 〃Anita； are you alright？〃
I laughed then； slow and lazy。 〃Help me get my knees straightened out； and I'll be fine。〃
He helped me straighten my legs； and even then all I wanted to do was just lay there。 〃What did you do to me？〃
He lay down beside me； propped on one elbow。 〃I brought you； using the beasts。〃
I blinked at him； licked my lips； and tried to think of an intelligent question； gave up； and settled for what I wanted to know。 〃Is it always like that between lycanthropes？〃
〃No；〃 he said and leaned over me； until his face filled my vision。 〃No； only a true lupa； or a true Nimir…Ra； can respond to my Ulfric the way you just did。〃
I touched his chest enough to back him up so I could see his face clearly。
〃You've never done that with anyone before？〃
He looked down then； a curtain of his hair sliding over his face； hiding it from me。 I pushed his hair back so I could see that nearly perfect profile。 〃Who？〃 I asked。
Heat washed up his neck and face。 I wasn't sure I'd ever seen him blush before。 〃It was Raina； wasn't it？〃
He nodded。 〃Yes。〃
I let his hair fall back in place and lay there for a few seconds thinking about it。 Then I was laughing； laughing and couldn't stop。
He was back at my shoulder； peering down at me。 〃Anita？〃
The laughter faded as I looked into his worried eyes。 〃When you forced Raina to give you up all those years ago； did you know that she was the only one that could do this with you？〃
He nodded； face solemn。 〃Raina pointed out the downside to not being her pet。〃
I took his hand and slid it down the front of my satin bottoms。 His fingertips found the wetness that had soaked through the satin； and I didn't have to guide his hand anymore。 He cu