"I should have kept holding back."
I touched his shoulder. "Richard, don"t do this. Don"t make it bad when it was good." "You"re bleeding, Anita. I f.u.c.ked you so hard you"re bleeding." I thought of one thing to say, but wasn"t sure if it would make things better or worse.
He moved away from me to sit on the edge of the tub with his legs dangling over the side. He washed the blood away. "I"ll be all right, Richard, honest." "You can"t know that," he said. I rose, and I ached, deep inside my body. Maybe more than normal.
I rose enough to see the blood on the marble, but there wasn"t much of it. "If this is all the blood, then I"ll be fine."
"Anita, you"ve never bled after s.e.x before."
Truth time; I prayed that it was the right choice. "Yeah, I have."
He looked at me, frowning. "No, you haven"t."
"Yeah, I have, just not with you."
He started to say, "Who . . . Micah?" He said the word like he wasn"t happy to say it.
"Yes."
"This much blood?" he asked.
I nodded and sat up; now that the endorphins were leaving at a rapid rate, the marble felt cold. I held my hand out to him. "Help me back into the tub."
He took my hand almost automatically, as if he did it because it was there more than because he wanted to. He helped me slide back into the tub. I made a small pain noise. I was hurt, no doubt about that, but I wasn"t broken. I"d had this hurt before with Micah. I didn"t want it this rough every night, but I could do it, and when it was the right time, it was amazing.
"Has he hurt you this badly before?"
"It isn"t hurt the way you say it, Richard. I"m not hurt, I hurt; it"s not the same thing." "I don"t see the difference." I lay back in the water, easing into it, letting the abused parts of my anatomy relax a little at a time. Strangely, the ache inside me was the only ache. The muscle soreness was gone, washed away on a wave of s.e.x and the ardeur. Good for that.
"I wanted to f.u.c.k you, Anita. I wanted to f.u.c.k you as hard and fast as I could, and I did."
"Didn"t it feel wonderful?" I asked.
He nodded. "It did, but if I hurt you, then think what I could do to someone who doesn"t have vampire marks to make them harder to hurt. Think what I could do to a human woman."
I settled back into the water enough to wet all my hair, then sat up so I could look at him. He looked so sad, lost. "I"ve heard the stories, Richard. Broken pelvises, crushed organs, women and men who needed surgery to put themselves back together."
"When we"re with humans we always have to be careful of them."
"So I"ve been told."
"I didn"t know if you could take this, Anita. I didn"t know if I would break you. The thought that I might f.u.c.k you until I pushed my way into parts of your body that should never be touched, excited me. I didn"t want to do it, but the possibility of it excited the h.e.l.l out of me. How sick is that?"
I blinked at him, not sure what to say. "I"m not sure it"s sick at all. You didn"t do it. You just thought about it. The thought excited you, but you didn"t rip me apart to make it come true. I think maybe it"s like a lot of violent fantasies: if the reality happened, it wouldn"t be s.e.xy at all, but the thought of it, a violent thought in the middle of s.e.x, can drive the s.e.x to the next level."
"Weren"t you afraid of me?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I trusted you not to hurt me," I said.
He took off the condom and said, "There"s blood on the condom."
"I"m not hurt, Richard, or at least no more than I wanted to be." Truthfully, maybe I was more hurt than I wanted to be. A pleasant ache between the legs was fine, but I was starting to hurt somewhere close to my belly b.u.t.ton. That usually meant you"d overdone it. But I couldn"t say that to Richard.
He looked at me. "You flinched just now." I closed my eyes and floated back in the water. "I don"t know what you"re talking about," I said.
I felt the water move, knew he"d gotten in the tub. I sat up, but he was already standing over me. There was something menacing about the way he loomed over me. Most of the time I could ignore how physically large he was, in every way, but sometimes, like now, he made me see it. He wasn"t trying to be intimidating, or I didn"t think he was. Not on purpose, anyway.
That otherworldly energy began to flow off him as if the water were getting reheated. I moved so I was sitting against the side of the tub. Standing up wouldn"t help; he"d still loom over me. Besides, my stomach, or rather lower things, were beginning to cramp. I wasn"t entirely certain I could stand up without bending over. That wouldn"t help the situation. Was I hurt? Was I really hurt? Not a question I wanted to have to ask.
"You"re hurt, really hurt, aren"t you?"
His question was a little too close to what I"d just thought. We could accidentally share thoughts and feelings. I fought to put the shields back in place. s.e.x can bring them crashing down.
He knelt in the water, putting an arm on either side of me. He leaned in, the heat of his power beating against my body. It made things low in my body tense, and that hurt. I fought not to make little pain sounds. I managed not to, but Richard put his face against the side of mine and whispered, "Are you hurt?"
"Please, Richard." I whispered it. "Are ... you ... hurt?" His power pulsed through me, and this time I made a small sound, but not a good one.
"You"re going to raise my wolf if you don"t control your power better." I said it through gritted teeth. One, I was hurting; two, I was get ting angry.
He leaned in against my face and drew a deep breath. He was smelling my skin. His power was like a warm, wet heat pushing against me. I was shielding as hard as I could against him, his power, all of it. I thought of rock, stone walls to hide behind and put them in his meta physical way.
He spoke against my cheek, his breath hot on my skin. "Pain has a smell to it, did you know that?" "No. Yes." I"d smelled it myself once, twice, when the beast was first prowling around inside me. "Are ... you .. . hurt?" He said each word, slowly, carefully, his lips brushing against my cheek as he spoke.
Another cramp hit me, and I fought not to bend over my stomach. I fought to sit in the water, with him pressed against me, and not react. He"d implied he could smell I was hurt. Most lycanthropes can smell a lie. I said the only thing I could say: "Yes."
He kissed my cheek and said, "Thank you." Then he stood up and climbed out of the tub. He reached for one of the towels in the pile that always seemed to be in the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" I asked, though frankly I was ready for him to go.
"Away from you," he said.
I let myself fold over the next cramp. I didn"t fight that it hurt. He wanted to be a b.a.s.t.a.r.d, fine. When I looked up again, he had the towel wrapped around his waist. He"d swallowed all that otherworldly energy, as if when he covered his nakedness, he"d covered more than just his body.
"I"ll send for a doctor."
"No, not yet."
"Why not yet?"
"Because it may pa.s.s."
He frowned at me. "You sound like you"ve done this before."
"I"ve had cramping before-not this bad, truthfully-but it faded."
"Micah." He said the name like it was a curse.
"Yes." I was tired of protecting Richard"s ego. Frankly, in that moment, I was tired of Richard. "He always gets there before I do." "There isn"t a single thing that Micah got to do that you didn"t have the chance to do first."
"My fault again," he said.
"Your choices," I said. I couldn"t keep the strain out of my voice. Fine, let him know how much I was hurting. "I love that," he said. I frowned up at him, my hands pressed over my abdomen. "What?" "That sound in your voice, I love it. The last time I heard it was in Raina"s voice."
I frowned harder. "What are you talking about?"
"You know that she was a s.e.xual s.a.d.i.s.t, and G.o.d knows she was, but she also liked pain. She liked rough s.e.x from both sides; dishing it out and being the dish." I couldn"t frown harder so I said, "I actually did know that. I have some of her memories, remember."
"That"s right, you carry her munin, her ghostly memory."
The munin were the ancestral memories of the werewolves. When a wolf died, they ate a little bit of the deceased and made them a permanent group memory. For real, not just ritual-though most were wolves couldn"t "talk" as directly as I could with Raina"s munin. It was supposed to enable you to access memories, get advice, but Raina had done her best to try to possess me for real. I had almost complete ability to keep her contained inside me. She wasn"t like the beasts, or the ardeur. Raina was something I could keep caged. Using her powers, that was chancier.
"You used her to heal the cross burn in your hand. Maybe you could use her to heal yourself now?"
I looked at him. The cross-shaped burn on my hand was a shiny, permanent scar. Raina"s ability to heal was something I had retained.
It had been one of the reasons that Richard had made her munin, in stead of leaving her body to rot. She"d been a s.e.xual s.a.d.i.s.t and tried to kill us both, but she had been powerful. So I could sometimes use her abilities to heal myself and others, but the cost was always high. I could cage her inside me, ignore her, but if I let her out, well, she demanded payment. Her payment was usually painful, or s.e.xual, or both.
I shook my head. "I don"t think that would be a good idea right now."
"Have you ever seen memories of her and me together?"
"Some. I try to steer clear of them."
"The last time I was able to do what we did today was with her." He looked at me, his face almost peaceful, waiting. "You miss her." "I miss some things about her. Remember, Anita, I was a virgin. I didn"t understand how unusual what she was teaching me was."
"Nothing to compare it to," I said.
"Exactly."
"There are other s.e.xual positions where you can be as rough as you want, and I won"t hurt this much afterward, Richard. Part of it is that you don"t do it this rough during the ardeur. The ardeur steals my ability to guard myself."
"Don"t you understand, Anita? I hate, and I love, that I hurt you. I love the sound of strain in your voice. I love the thought that my body did this to you. That just flat does it for me. That I was so big, so powerful, so violent, that you"re hurt inside. You"re right, if I hurt you enough for hospitals, it wouldn"t be fun. That I wouldn"t enjoy. Raina tried to get me to enjoy that level, but for that she had to turn to Gabriel."
Gabriel had been in charge of the local wereleopards before I had to kill him. He"d being trying to rape and kill me, on film, at the time. Raina had been offstage urging him on. They"d made a lovely couple, in that lower-circle-of-h.e.l.l sort of way. I"d sent them to h.e.l.l together on the same night; talk about a double date.
"Yeah, Gabriel liked it serial-killer bad." "So did Raina," Richard said, "though not her body, not for the worst of it."
"I"m told a good dominant in the bondage and submission scene never asks of their sub what they aren"t willing to do to their own body."
"That"s the rule," Richard said, "but we both know that Raina wasn"t a good dominant."
"No," I said, "she wasn"t."
"The cramping easing?" He made it a question.
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"Your face is smoothing out. You"re not clutching as much at your stomach. And I watched Raina work through the same kind of pain, a lot. She said one of the things she liked about me was that I could be
as rough as she wanted in exactly the way she wanted it."
"For future reference, don"t ever f.u.c.k me this hard in that position again, okay?"
He nodded. "What position do you like?"
I opened my mouth, closed it. Tried to think of how to phrase it. "I don"t like it this rough on a nightly basis. After a session even close to this rough, it takes a day or two to feel like doing it again."
"You"ll have to feed the ardeur in a few hours."
"There are gentler ways to feed it, Richard."
"Not with Micah there isn"t."
"Well-endowed doesn"t mean you can"t be gentle, Richard."
He nodded. "You"re right."
We stared at each other a moment. Something on his face made me say, "Raina really f.u.c.ked you up, didn"t she?"
He nodded. "Yes, she did. When she found out I enjoyed it rough, she wanted to make sure I"d never be able to get my needs met any where but with her. She meant to keep me, Anita, and if she hadn"t tried to include Gabriel, I might have stayed with her."
"No, you wouldn"t have," I said.
He gave me sad eyes. "How can you be so sure?"
"Because you"re a good person, and if it hadn"t been Gabriel it would have been someone or something else. Raina couldn"t resist pushing people past their boundaries. She"d have kept pushing until she broke you; it"s what she did."
He nodded and took in a breath deep enough that it rocked his broad shoulders. "I"ll clean up in the group showers." I wanted him to go, but. . . He"d tried so hard. He"d actually saved me from Marmee Noir. "You can clean up here."
He shook his head. "No, I can"t."
The way he said it seemed odd. "Why not?"
"Because I like the idea I hurt you. I like it a lot. I don"t trust my self not to hurt you again."
"I"d say no, Richard. You respect no?
He nodded. "But I also know the effect we have on each other. I don"t trust myself not to try to seduce you again, so that I can push myself inside you while you"re still bleeding from the first time." He closed his eyes and a shudder ran down him from head to feet. I didn"t think it was because he was repulsed by what he wanted to do; no, it was a shudder of antic.i.p.ation. He was being honest with me, with himself, about what he wanted.
"I like it rough sometimes, Richard, but not that rough. Sorry."
He nodded and gave me a sad smile. "Raina helped me enjoy inter course too rough for anyone else. She made Nathaniel like pain in a way that most people wouldn"t even survive."