aching； but in a good way。 I laughed as he opened his arms enough for me to roll onto my back。
〃What's so funny？〃 Richard asked。
I stared up at him； still laughing； I think to keep from groaning。 〃I'm stiff。〃
He wiggled his eyebrows at me。 〃So am I。〃
I blushed； and he kissed my nose； then my mouth； but still chaste； still not really sexual。 It made me laugh。 If it had been anyone but me； I'd have said I giggled。
The next kiss wasn't chaste； and the one after that pressed me back against the bed。 He slid his leg between my thighs； until his knee touched me； and I winced。
He drew back。 〃Are you too sore for this？〃
〃I'm willing to give it the ol' college try；〃 I said； 〃but honestly； maybe。〃
He stayed propped above me； fingers moving a lock of my hair from my cheek。 〃What I did last night would have broken things inside an ordinary human。〃
I didn't need a mirror to feel my eyes go cool。 I'd really been trying not to think about it。
〃I'm sorry；〃 he said。 〃I didn't mean to ruin the mood。〃 He smiled suddenly and looked younger； more relaxed than I'd seen him in a long time。 〃I'm just glad to be with someone I don't have to worry about hurting。〃
I had to smile at him。 〃I'm not hurt； but we might have to try something a little more gentle this morning。〃
The humor faded； and something else filled his eyes； as he lowered his face for another kiss。 He spoke as he moved towards me。 〃I think we can e up with something。〃 He kissed my lips； then worked one kiss at a time down my neck； my shoulders。 He got distracted at my breasts； covering them in kisses； his tongue licking a quick； wet line across one nipple。 He cupped one breast in his hands； holding it in the circle of his warmth； sliding his mouth over the nipple； taking as much of the breast into his mouth as he could。 He sucked me into his mouth until he held over half my breast in the wet warmth。 And with that touch； the ardeur flared up through my body from wherever it had been hiding。
Richard drew back from my breast； hands still cradling it。 〃What was that？〃 There were goosebumps on his arms。
〃The ardeur；〃 I said； voice soft。
He licked his lips； and I saw real fear in his eyes。 〃Jean…Claude told me about it； even let me feel his own version of it； but I didn't really believe it。 I don't think I wanted to believe it。〃
My beast had awoken with the ardeur； as if one hunger fed the other。 I felt it uncurl inside me and stretch for all the world； like some great cat waking from a nap。 It rolled through me； reaching out to Richard； and his beast woke to it。 One hand was on the solid warmth of his chest； but I could feel something else in there； something moving around as if his chest were hollow and there was something caged inside。
He gripped my hand； moved it back from his chest。 〃What are you doing？〃
〃The ardeur calls to our beasts； Richard。〃 I snuggled down underneath him； my hand sliding down his body； tracing the flatness of his stomach； the curve of his hip。 He grabbed my hand just before I could touch him。 He had both my hands now； trapped in his larger ones。 It didn't bother me； because I knew that I could touch him with things other than my hands； or even my body。 I remembered the feel of his beast thrusting through me； and I spilled mine into him in a hot push of energy。
He jumped off of me； rolled out of the bed in a movement that was almost too quick to follow with the eyes。 He stood by the bed； breath ing in ragged gasps； as if he'd been running。 I could feel his fear like fine champagne。 It added to the sex； brought me to my knees； to crawl from the tangle of covers to the edge of the bed。 I could smell how warm he was； the scent of his skin came to me on the air； the faint sweetness of the cologne he'd put on the day before。 My gaze wandered over the beauty of him。 His sleep…tousled hair hung in a heavy mass over one side of his face。 He brushed the thickness of it back from his face with one hand and a toss of his head； and that one simple movement made things low in my body tighten。 But underneath the sex was the thought of what all that smooth； hard skin would feel like under my teeth。 I wanted to mark him as I'd marked Nathaniel。 I wanted to sink my teeth into his flesh and bite。 I had a flash of what it felt like to taste him like so much meat； to feel his body respond； not just to the sex but to the hunger； and I knew for the first time why shapeshifters spoke of the hunger like it should be in all capital letters。 Raina had risen her lascivious head。 The ardeur overrode or overpowered her； but she was there； supplying images to the things I was feeling。 I slid off the bed； and Richard backed up。
I could see his pulse in his neck； beating like a trapped thing。 His beast was trapped； too； trapped by his control； his fear。 I could feel it； as if it were literally pacing inside his body； like a wolf in a cage at the zoo； pacing； pacing； never free。 It might be a large； roomy cage； but it was still a cage。 Raina gave me a visual that drove me to my knees。 I saw Richard pinned under my body； chained to a bed； and when he came inside me； he shifted at the same moment。 That was release for the shapeshifters； anything else was holding back。
Richard knelt in front of me。 〃Are you alright？〃 He touched my arm； and that was a bad thing。 My beast roared across our skins； hit his in a blow that I felt physically in my stomach and ribs； like a punch。 It staggered Richard； made him fall forward into me； and we clung for a second； arms around each other； our bodies pressed together。 The ardeur flared over us like invisible flame； and we knelt in the heart of that fire like the wick of a candle。 His heart beat against my arms； where they lay pressed to his chest； as if my skin had bee a drum and he beat inside me； filled me with the rhythm of his body。 My own heartbeat found a home inside Richard's body。 We were filled with the rise and fall； the pulse and beat of each other； until I couldn't tell whose heart was in my chest； whose blood rushed through us。 For a trembling moment we pressed above one another； as if our skin would give way and we would finally be what the marks had promised one being； one body； one soul。 The power broke apart； as Richard struggled against it； like a drowning man； breaking apart the power like arms shatter water； you can move it； disrupt it； but it flows back around you； swells over you； engulfs you。 Richard screamed； and I felt him fall back。
I opened my eyes as his hand pulled away； and my hand tried to hold him。 His hand was almost free； only his fingers still caught in mine； when the ardeur pressed around us； and I knew his control was fragile enough that I would feed。 I felt his confusion； felt him struggling to decide what to hold on to and what to let go。 I realized that the shields had e down long ago； because he couldn't hold the marks closed； keep himself in human form； and keep me from feeding； all at the same time。 He screamed again； and I felt Richard decide； felt the conscious choice of the lesser evil。 He shoved his beast down； down； deep inside himself； and he shut the marks between us like slamming a door。 It was so sudden that it felt like the world had lurched。 I had a moment of dizziness； was almost sick； then the ardeur rode over us； through us； like a thundering thing to trample us both underfoot； until we were just flesh； bone； blood； just meat； just need。 I saw Richard's back arch； his head fling back； and through the ardeur I felt the growing pressure； tightness in his body； seconds before hot release spilled over him； and I held his hand while his body rocked with the strength of it； and the pleasure of it drew me to my knees； almost as if the power itself lifted me up for a second； held me； rocked me； and I fed； I fed； and fed； and fed； until we were left lying on the floor； sweat…covered； breathing in gasps； our hands still locked together。
Richard pulled away first。 He lay there； eyes unfocused； breathing labored； his heart beating too fast； filling his throat。 He swallowed hard enough that it sounded like it hurt。 I felt weighted； heavy with the feeding； almost like I could sleep again； like a snake after a big meal。
Richard found his voice first。 〃You had no right to feed off me。〃
〃I thought that was the idea of you staying until morning；〃 I said。
He sat up slowly； as if he were stiff now。 〃It was。〃
〃You never said no。〃 I rolled onto my side； but didn't try and sit up yet。
He nodded。 〃I know that。 I'm not blaming you。〃
He was； but at least he was trying not to。 〃You could have stopped me； Richard。 All you had to do was either leave the marks open between us or let your beast go。 You could have held the ardeur out。 You made your choice on what to control。〃
〃I know that； too。〃 But he wouldn't look at me。
I propped myself up on my arms； almost sitting。 〃Then what's wrong？〃
He shook his head and got to his feet。 He was a little unsteady； but he went for the door。 〃I'm leaving； Anita。〃
〃You make that sound awfully permanent； Richard。〃
He turned and looked at me。 〃No one feeds off me； no one。〃
He'd closed himself so tight that I couldn't tell what he was feeling； but it was plain on his face。 Pain。 His eyes held some deep pain； and he'd