lh.narcissusinchains-第95部分
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do anything else was going to have us all walking on pins and needles。 Besides； I'd been careful with Richard and Jean…Claude； and look where that ended up。 I didn't want the same mistakes again。 Maybe we could make new ones。
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THERE WERE SILVER drapes just inside the door。 That was new。 Ernie parted the drapes and led us into Jean…Claude's living room。 Once upon a time it had been black and white drapes； and a smaller area； but now it was white； silver； and gold。 White drapes； silk and sheer； hung like a hallway that led into something that looked like a huge fairytale tent。 The stone walls and ceiling that I knew were there were hidden by yards and yards of gold and silver cloth。 It was like standing in the middle of a jewel box。 The coffee table had been painted gold and white and made to look antique； or maybe it was the real deal。 A crystal bowl sat in the center of the table with a spill of white carnations and baby's breath。
A huge white couch sat against the far drapes； so covered in silver and gold pillows that some of the pillows had fallen to the white carpeted floor。 Two overstuffed chairs were in opposite corners； one gold； one silver； with white pillows on each。
The fireplace looked real； but I knew it wasn't because it had been added later； but it was everything a fireplace should have been； except it was painted white。 There was even a new marble mantel that was white with veins of silver and gold； ordered to match。
The only thing that hadn't changed was the portrait above the fireplace。 The first thing you saw was Julianna； sitting； dressed in silver and white； half…laughing； brown hair done in careful ringlets。 Asher stood behind her in gold and white； his face still perfect； his gold hair in ringlets longer than hers； his mustache and Van Dyke beard a blond so dark it was almost brown。 Jean…Claude sat behind Julianna； the only one of the three not smiling； solemn； dressed in black and silver。 He'd designed the room around the painting silver and gold and white。
〃Wow。〃 Caleb said it for us all。
I'd seen Jean…Claude's sense of style before； but every once in a while he'd amaze even me。 Then I felt him ing towards us。 I felt him ing and that wasn't a good thing。 I'd expected anger； jealousy； but what was moving towards me was simply lust； need。 He could shield better than this。 Was this my punishment； to be drowned in his lust？ If so； he'd misjudged me； because it was just going to piss me off。
He pushed through white and silver drapes； and for a moment I couldn't see where his clothes began and the cloth ended。 He was wearing a silver frock coat with white edging； white buttons。 His shirt was a spill of white froth； the pants； what I could see of them； were white； but the white leather boots covered almost all of his long legs。 The leather looked soft； pettable； held in place with small silver buckles going from just above his ankles to his very upper thigh。
I stared because I couldn't do anything else。 Even if he hadn't been projecting sex inside my head； he'd have made me think of it。 His hair fell in loose curls nearly to his waist； a black glory on all that silver and white。
Bobby Lee said； 〃Well； aren't you just pretty as a picture。〃
Jean…Claude didn't even look at him。 He looked at me； and I was walking towards him across the so…soft carpet without a thought； except that I had to touch him。
He closed his eyes； held out his hand。 〃No； ma petite； do not e closer。〃
I hesitated for a second； then started walking again。 I could already smell his cologne； sweet； spicy。 I wanted to run my hands through his hair； wrap the scent of him on my hands。
He stumbled back； half…tripping in the drapes。 There was something like panic on his face。 〃Ma petite； I thought I could shield you from the ardeur； but I cannot。〃
That did stop me。 I had to frown at him。 I couldn't seem to think。 That kept me where I was； almost close enough to touch him； but not quite。 〃What's happening； Jean…Claude？〃
〃I have fed this night； but I have not fed the ardeur。〃
〃That's what I'm feeling；〃 I said； 〃the ardeur。〃
〃Oui； I am shielding as hard as I can； yet you are picking up on it。 That has never happened before。〃
〃Is it because I've got my own ardeur？〃
〃That is all that has changed； so yes； I believe so。〃
〃You're not going to be in any shape to help with Damian； are you？〃
He sighed and looked down。 〃I need to feed all my hungers； ma petite。 I have not had this much difficulty with the ardeur in centuries。 Something about sharing it with you has affected me。 I did not know until I felt you enter the building that it had changed。〃
〃You mean your control is better farther away from me？〃
He nodded。
〃What the hell is this 'ardoo…whatever'？〃 Bobby Lee asked。
I glanced back at him。 〃When we want to share； I'll let you know。〃
Bobby Lee raised his eyebrows at that； then made a small pushing motion。 〃You're the boss； ma'am 。。。 for now。〃
I let that slide and turned back to Jean…Claude。 〃What do we do？〃
Nathaniel offered a suggestion。 〃Feed him。〃
I looked back at him； and the look must have been enough； because he put his hands out empty； and went to stand by the fireplace。 Everyone else had taken a seat； except for Gil； who was huddled beside one of the chairs on the floor； clutching a pillow。
I turned to Jean…Claude； and it was Micah's voice that turned me back again。 〃I've seen Anita in the 〃 he changed whatever he was going to say 〃grip of the ardeur； and this doesn't look like it。 She's way too calm。〃
Jean…Claude looked past me at him； seeing him； I think； for the first time； at least in person。 His gaze traveled up and down his body； an assessing look； like he was thinking of buying or was trying to be deliberately insulting。
Micah either didn't catch the insult or was proof against it； because he started walking towards us。 He moved in a well of his own power； as if even here； surrounded by Jean…Claude's things； he was supremely confident； totally at ease。 He moved like a dancer； pact； graceful； strong。 The sight of him tightened things low in my body。 Jean…Claude made a small sound。 I started to turn towards him； but it was too late； his shields shattered and the ardeur roared over me。 My skin ran with heat； my breath stopped； my vision was gone in streamers of color。 Jean…Claude's need marched over me； through me； inside me。 It screamed in my head； danced down my nerves； flowed through my veins。 In that instant if he had asked anything； anything at all； I would have said yes。
My vision cleared and I found Jean…Claude on the floor； half…caught in a spill of draperies that he'd pulled from their hangers； so that he sat in a nest of white and silver。 His face was almost slack with need； his eyes already a spill of blind blue fire。
I was on my knees； too； and didn't remember falling。 Micah was there； taking my arm； I think to help me stand； but the moment he touched me the ardeur leaped； and he fell to the floor beside me； like someone had struck him with a hammer； his legs just stopped holding him。 He whispered； 〃Oh； my God。〃
The bodyguards moved in then； and I had to scream； 〃No！〃 There must have been something in my voice； because all three of them froze in mid…motion。 〃No one touches us； no one。〃 My voice was high； frantic。 There was a very real chance that the ardeur could spread through the whole room； one touch at a time。 We had enough problems without that。
Micah had released my arm； his hands nerveless in his lap； but the tie had been made； and the act of touching； or not； didn't change it。
Jean…Claude crawled from the bed of glittering cloth； slowly； every move something graceful and dangerous。 He'd never looked more predatory than he did at that moment。
〃Jean…Claude；〃 I whispered； 〃don't。〃 But I couldn't move。 I watched him like a tiny bird fascinated as the serpent glides closer； caught between terror and the sheer beauty of him。
Asher was suddenly there in the space between the cloth。 Jean…Claude froze； but it wasn't that stillness that the old vampires could fall into； there was a thrumming energy to him； more like a big cat about to pounce than something cold and reptilian。
〃Jean…Claude； you must control the ardeur better than this。〃 He was hugging his arms as if he felt at least a brush of it himself。 He'd noticed the new faces and used a practiced shake of his head to spill his golden hair across the scars； only revealing the perfect half。
Jean…Claude's voice came low and harsh。 〃I cannot。〃
I'd been afraid； now it was sheer terror。 I looked up at Asher and saw him through a film of all the times we'd touched him； all that beauty； all the beauty that I still saw。 I whispered； 〃Help us！〃
Asher was shaking his head。 〃If I am dragged in as well； it will help no one 〃
〃Asher； please！〃
〃Once he feeds； all will be well； simply let him feed。〃
I shook my head。 〃Not here； not like this。〃
Micah said； 〃If it will help； why not let him feed？〃
I looked at him； and just turning to him made my mouth part； my breath catch。 It was almost like the ardeur remembered him； like a succulent food that it wanted to taste again。
It took two tries to say； 〃You don't understand。〃
Zane said； 〃Anita doesn't let Jean…Claude feed off of her。〃 He and Cherry were sitting on the far edge of the couch； watching with wide eyes； not ing near us。
〃I thought she was his human servant；〃 Micah said。
〃She is。〃 Jean…Claude whispered it。
Something in those two words made me look at him； made me stare into those glittering blue eyes。 He couldn't trap me with his gaze anymore； because I was his human servant； but tonight there was a pull to those eyes。 I wanted to cradle his face in my hands； wanted to taste those half…parted lips。
〃Anita！〃 Asher's voice jerked me around； made me look at him。
〃Help me。〃
〃He can feed on me。〃 Micah said it； voice soft。 We all turned and stared at him。
He looked a little less sure。 I think something he saw on our faces made him hesitate； but he said it again。 〃If a little blood will cure this； then I'm willing。〃
〃He has fed on blood tonight already；〃 Asher said。 〃It is not blood he needs but 。。。 voir les anges。〃
〃English； Asher； even I didn't understand that one；〃 I said。
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