I thought about arguing with the way he'd phrased it, but I just didn't have the energy for it. Too tired, and too drained. «Yes,» I said, «you can.»
He sat up, cradling me against the front of his body. He sat up, and half-carried me, until I was lying on the other end of the seat, and he was kneeling over me. His power danced over my body, and even that was energy, that was food. I watched his eyes drown in the blue depths of his own magic, until he stared down at me like one blind.
«Is this truly what m'lady wishes?»
I stared down the length of his body. So hard, so ready, almost hard enough that it must have hurt him a little. Too hard for too long is not always a good feeling. With his body practically screaming with need, he asked, asked permission one more time.
«Requiem,» I said, «I promise I will always think of you as a gentleman, but I've already said yes.»
«It is good to be certain,» he whispered.
«Whoever taught you this caution, it wasn't me.» I stroked my hand not across his chest, but just above it, playing in the energy of his aura. So much energy to play with. It made him close his eyes for a moment. «I promise, Requiem, I'll still respect you in the morning.»
That made him smile, and he said, «And you will always be m'lady.» That made me laugh. Then he poured his power over my body, and the laughter changed to other sounds.
50
HE HELD ON to the door to raise himself above me, so that only the long, hard length of him touched me at first. His own magic had made my body tight and wet, and more than ready, so that each thrust was exquisite pleasure. A pleasure so great it was almost painful that his movement was slow, and shallow. He'd found that spot inside me, and he meant to work it, but I could feel his body fighting his own rhythm, wanting something harder, faster, less controlled. I was torn between wanting him to never stop, and knowing that we needed to hurry. But every time I opened my mouth to tell him to hurry, to let me feed, he thrust inside me again, or moved his hips just a little, and the thought died before I could say it.
The ardeur was raised, but even the ardeur seemed weak. I'd had it spread to most of the people in a room before; now, with Nathaniel and Jason trapped in a car with us, it hadn't spread to them. They were untouched. I needed to feed, not just to be strong enough to help Jean-Claude tonight, but to make certain I didn't start to suck Damian's life away.
I watched Requiem's body glide in and out of mine. In the dimness of the car I couldn't see that he was wearing the condom that Nathaniel had given him. I was glad someone was thinking about safety, because all I was thinking about was sex and food. Trouble was, they were the same thing right now. I curled my legs back, rose up so I could see him sliding in and out of me. The sight of him inside me for the first time, finally, bowed my spine back, closed my eyes, drew small sounds from me. That warm, delicious weight began to build inside me.
I found my words, and managed to say, «When I go, you go.»
«I would soak your body in all the pleasure it could take,» he said, voice full of the strain of all that control.
Jason said, «We don't have time to give Anita all the pleasure she can take, Requiem. Jean-Claude needs us.»
Requiem nodded, but never changed his rhythm, that relentless gentle thrusting in and out, over and over that spot just inside my body.
«God, you're good,» I whispered.
His hands convulsed on the car, so that it creaked under his strength. «If I get to go when you do, then I must let go of some of my control, or I will still be fighting my body.»
«Can you keep doing this until I go?»
«Yes,» he whispered it.
It built, and built, and built, and then came the stroke of his body inside me that spilled me over. It brought me screaming, digging nails into the leather of the seat. It bucked my body against his, and he thrust deep inside me, as hard and fast as he could. He brought me again with that deep thrust, a different kind of orgasm, before the first had finished. I raked nails down his sides, and screamed.
The pain didn't make him come again as it did sometimes for Nathaniel, or even Micah. He took it, but he was done, and the pain didn't change that.
He drew himself out of me, and even that was a wondrous sensation that made me writhe on the seats. Someone touched my face and the ardeur jumped to him. I smelled wolf and knew it was Jason before I saw his face.
He swallowed hard, voice breathy. «You're feeling better.»
I nodded.
«No offense, but we need you fed and all of us back inside, as soon as possible.»
«Yes,» I said, and my voice was hoarse.
«If we double up, you feed faster, and we're done faster.»