Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, Book 14. Danse Macabre(7)

He tore the tie from his ponytail and let his ankle-length auburn hair fall around his nearly naked body. The jogging short-shorts just didn't cover that much.

I had time to say, «Nathaniel — «and he was in front of me. That otherworldly energy that all lycanthropes could give off shivered off his skin and along my body. He was five-six, just tall enough for me to have to look up to meet his eyes. His anger had turned them from lavender to the deeper color of lilacs, if flowers could burn with anger and force of personality. Nathaniel was in those eyes and with that one look he dared me, challenged me, to turn him down.

I didn't want to turn him down. I wanted to wrap his body and that skin-crawling energy around me like a coat. Lately almost any stress seemed to feed into sex. Scared? Sex would make me feel better. Angry? Sex would calm me. Sad? Sex would make me happy. Was I addicted to sex? Maybe. But Nathaniel wasn't offering actual sex. He just wanted as much attention as I'd given Micah. Seemed fair to me.

I closed the distance between us with my hands, my mouth, my body. The energy of his beast spilled around us like being plunged into a warm bath that had a mild electric charge. He'd been one of the least of my leopards until a metaphysical accident had taken him from pomme de sang to my animal to call. I was the first human servant to a vampire to gain the vampire ability to call an animal. All leopards were mine to call, but Nathaniel was my special pet. We'd both gained from the magical bonding, but he'd gained more.

He lifted me up, using just his hands on my thighs. Even through my jeans he made sure I knew he was happy to be pressed against my body. So happy that it forced a small sound from me.

Ronnie's voice came harsh, ugly, like she was choking on her anger. «And when the baby comes, are you going to fuck in front of it, too?»

Nathaniel froze against me. Micah's voice came from behind us. «Baby?»





2



THAT ONE WORD fell into the room like a thunderbolt, except that afterward the room was quiet. So quiet that I could hear the blood pounding in my head. Nathaniel's body was so still against mine that if I hadn't felt his pulse against my hand, it would have been like he wasn't there. I was afraid to move, afraid to breathe. It was like a moment before a gunfight, when you know it's going to happen, that anything, any movement, will set it off, and you don't want to be the one that makes that happen.

Nathaniel looked down at me, and the look was enough. It broke the unnatural silence, and sound spilled around us. Micah said, «Did Ronnie say baby?»

«Yeah, I said baby.» Her voice was ugly with anger.

Nathaniel let me slide to the floor, his hands going to my shoulders. His eyes were so serious that I had to fight to keep meeting them. I did it, though my eyes flinched as if the force of his questions were a light too bright to meet.

«Are you pregnant?» he asked, voice soft.

«I'm not sure,» I said, and I gave Ronnie the glare she deserved. «I was going to wait until I was sure before I told any of you guys. But I had to tell someone. I thought, hey, I'll tell my best friend, but I guess I was wrong.»

«The kiss with Micah may not have been for my benefit,» Ronnie said in that ugly voice that I didn't recognize as hers, «but your pet stripper and you, that was for my benefit.»

I turned so that I was facing her, Nathaniel at my back. «You're jealous of the men in my life, yeah, I get that now.»

She opened her mouth, closed it, and said, «I guess that's fair. I tell your secret, you tell mine.»

I shook my head. «Me telling Nathaniel and Micah that you are jealous of how many men are in my bed, that isn't the same as you telling them that I may be pregnant.» I had a mean idea, so I said it. «But it might be close if I told Louie that you were jealous of my boyfriends. Does he know that you can number your old lovers in triple digits?» Yeah, it was mean, but she'd earned it. Only family can fight as dirty as best friends.

She paled a little, and that was enough to answer the question. «He doesn't know,» I said, and made it a statement.

«I think he deserves to know,» Nathaniel said, and again there was that tone in his anger that said it was more personal than it should have been between them.

«I'd planned on telling him,» she said.

«When?» he asked, and he moved around me, so that he was facing her.

I glanced at Micah, and he shook his head, as if he didn't know what was going on either. Good to know we were both confused.

«When you'd moved in together, married him, or never?»

«We're not getting married,» she said in a voice that was just a little desperate, as if her fear was washing her anger away. She rallied then. «You did that little show with Anita to rub my face in the fact that I'm about to become monogamous. You're always doing shit like that.»