He put his hands on her slender waist and stepped back. Her hands trailed along his skin until he was completely out of reach. She watched him the way snakes watch small birds. Hungry. You didn't have to be a vampire to feel her lust. Obvious was putting it kindly.
"Marcus and I have an arrangement," Jean-Claude said.
"What sort of arrangement?" I asked.
"Why do you care, ma petite? You are going to be seeing Monsieur Zeeman. Am I not allowed to see other people? I have offered you monogamy and you have turned me down."
I hadn't thought about it. It did bother me. Damn. "It's not the sharing that bothers me, Jean-Claude."
Raina walked up behind him, long painted nails tracing his skin. Hands curling up his chest until her chin rested on his shoulder. Jean-Claude relaxed in her arms this time. He leaned his back against her, pale hands caressing her arms. He stared at me while he did it.
"What does bother you, ma petite?"
"Your choice of playmates."
"Jealous?" Raina asked.
"No."
"Liar," she said.
What was I supposed to say? That it bothered me to see her hanging all over him? It did. Which bothered me more than her groping him.
I shook my head. "Just wondering how far you'll go to secure the pack's favor."
"Oh, all the way," Raina said. She moved around to stand in front of him. She was taller than he was in her heels. "You are going to come play with me." She kissed him, one quick movement. She dropped to her knees in front of him, gazing upward.
Jean-Claude stroked her hair. His pale graceful hands raising her face upward. He bent towards her as if to kiss her, but he stared at me while he did it.
Was he waiting for me to say, no, don't? He'd seemed almost afraid of her at first. Now he was utterly comfortable. I knew he was taunting me. Trying to make me jealous. It was sort of working.
He kissed her long and lingering. He looked up from it with her lipstick smeared on his lips. "What are you thinking, ma petite?"
He couldn't read my mind anymore, one point for not having vampire marks. "That I think less of you for ha**ng s*x with Raina."
Gabriel gave a warm, rolling laugh. "Oh, he hasn't had sex with her, not yet." He walked towards me in a long, gliding stride.
I flashed the trench coat showing the Browning. "Let's not get crazed."
He undid the trench coat's belt, and raised his hands in surrender. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He had a silver ring through his left nipple, and the edge of his belly button.
It made me wince just to see it. "I thought silver hurt a lycanthrope, like an allergy."
"It burns," he said. His voice had a soft huskiness to it.
"And this is a good thing?" I asked.
Gabriel put his hands down slowly and shrugged the coat off his shoulders. He turned slowly as the cloth fell like a striptease. I didn't see any other silver rings. He whirled as it came off his arms, and at the apex of the turn he flung it on me. I batted at the coat, knocking it away from me. That was the mistake.
He was on me, body flattening me to the floor. My arms ended up pinned to my chest, trapped under his coat. His waist had the Firestar trapped. I went for the Browning and his hand tore through the coat like paper, ripped the gun out from under my arm. He damn near took the holster and my arm with it. For a second my left arm was just one raw pain. When I could feel my arm again the Browning was gone and I was staring up into Gabriel's face from three inches away.
He wriggled his hips, grinding the Firestar into both of us. It had to hurt him more than it hurt me.
"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked. My voice was surprisingly calm.
"I like pain," he said. He put the tip of his tongue on my chin and licked across my mouth. He laughed. "Struggle harder. Push those little hands."
"You like pain?" I said.
"Yeah."
"You're gonna love this." I shoved the knife into his upper stomach. He gave a small sound between a grunt and a sigh. A shudder ran the length of his body. He reared up over me, still pinning me from the waist down, like he was doing girl's push-ups.
I raised myself up with him, shoving the knife in deeper, drawing the blade upward through the meat of his body.
Gabriel ripped the coat into pieces but didn't try to grab the knife. He braced an arm on either side of me, staring downward at the knife and my bloody hands.
He rested his face in my hair, slumping just a little. I thought he'd pass out. He whispered, "Deeper."
"Oh, Jesus." The blade was almost at the bottom of his sternum. When I got to it one upward thrust would give me his heart.
I lay back on the floor to get a better angle for the killing blow.
"Don't kill him," Raina said. "We need him."
We? The knife was on its way to his heart when he rolled off me in a blinding blur of speed. He ended up lying on his back not too far away. He was breathing very fast, his chest rising and falling. Blood poured down his na**d skin. His eyes were closed, lips curled in a half smile.
If he'd been human he might have died later tonight. Instead he lay on the carpet smiling. He rolled his head to one side and opened his eyes. His strange grey eyes looked at me. "That was wonderful."
"Jesus H. Christ," I said. I got to my feet using the couch for support. I was covered in Gabriel's blood. The knife was thick with it.
Kaspar was sitting on the corner of the couch staring at me. He huddled in his coat, eyes wide. I didn't blame him.
I wiped my hands and blade on the black couch. "Thanks for the help, Jean-Claude."
"I was told that you are a dominant now, ma petite. Struggles of internal dominance are not to be interfered with." He smiled. "Besides, you did not need my help."
Raina knelt beside Gabriel. She lowered her face to his bleeding stomach and began to lick it. Long, slow movements of her tongue. Her throat convulsed as she swallowed.
I would not be sick. I would not be sick. I looked at Kaspar. "What are you doing with these two?"
Raina raised a blood coated face. "Kaspar is our sample."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"He can shapeshift back and forth as often as he wants to. He doesn't pass out. We use him to test potential stars of our movie productions. To see how they react to somebody changing shape in the middle of things."
I was going to be sick. "Please tell me you don't mean he changes in the middle of sex as a sort of screen test."
Raina cocked her head to one side. Her tongue rolled around her mouth, licking the blood clean. "You know about our little films?"
"Yeah."
"I'm surprised Richard told you. He doesn't approve of our fun."
"Are you in the movies?"
"Kaspar won't play on film," Raina said. She stood up and walked towards the couch. "Marcus won't force anybody to be on film. But Kaspar helps us audition people. Don't you, Kaspar?"
He nodded. He was staring at the carpet, working very hard at not looking at her.
"Why are you all here tonight?" I asked.
"Jean-Claude promised us some vampires for our next movie."
"That true?" I asked.
Jean-Claude's face was blank, lovely but unreadable. "Robert needs to be punished."
I frowned at the change of subject. "The coffin's full."
"There are always more coffins, Anita."
Robert crawled forward. "I'm sorry, master. I'm sorry." He didn't touch Jean-Claude, but he crept close to him. "I can't bear the box again, master. Please."
"You're afraid of Raina, Jean-Claude. What do you expect Robert to do with her?"
"I am not afraid of Raina."
"Fine, but Robert was overmatched. You know he was."
"Perhaps you are right, ma petite."
Robert looked up. A moment of hope flashed across his handsome face. "Thank you, master." He looked at me. "Thank you, Anita."
I shrugged.
"You can have Robert for your next film," Jean-Claude said.
Robert grabbed his leg. "Master, I..."
"Oh, come on, Jean-Claude, don't give him to her."
Raina plopped down on the couch between Kaspar and me. I stood up. She put an arm over Kaspar's shoulders. He flinched.
"He's handsome enough. Any vampire can take a great deal of punishment. Most acceptable," she said.
"You saw them here tonight," I said. "Do you really want to do that to one of your own people?"