Affliction (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter) - Laurell K. Hamilton Page 0,214

said, and started to pound himself in and out of me so that the sound of our flesh hitting together sounded almost like he was spanking me, but faster and harder than any hand. He used the strength of himself, the length, the width, all of himself, grabbing my hips, and holding my ass up at an angle so he could be up on his knees while he pounded himself into me as hard and fast as he could. I was almost, almost there, when he said, ‘Can you please choke her one last time while I fuck her. I don’t trust me doing it with the gag and the ropes.’

Nathaniel crawled up beside my shoulders and looked down at me. ‘Yes?’

I nodded.

He put his much smaller hand around the front of my throat and squeezed. Nicky went back to pounding himself in and out of me so hard and fast that I couldn’t keep track. ‘Tighter,’ he said. ‘Make her face change colors.’

Nathaniel squeezed tighter, and that otherworldly strength was there. His hand was smaller, but he squeezed and I felt the blood rushing into my face.

‘Hold her up,’ Nicky said, and he lost his rhythm for a moment.

Nathaniel used his other hand in my hair to raise my face up so Nicky could watch. That seemed to satisfy him, because he found his rhythm again, hard and fast and deep, and he changed just enough angle so it was deeper, and it threw me over the edge into orgasm while Nathaniel’s hands were still on me. I couldn’t cry out my orgasm, but my body spasmed for me, and Nicky cried out, as he went inside me.

Nathaniel let go of me and eased me back against the pillows.

Nicky was above me, staring into my face, with his body still buried as deeply as it could go inside me. My eyes were fluttering back and forth so I couldn’t focus as much as I wanted, but there was an eager, dark happiness to Nicky’s face. I think he was watching the color change in my face.

‘I love that you trust me this much,’ he whispered.

The gag kept me from saying it back to him, but I did trust him that much, I really did.

66

Real food was had. We left Nathaniel back under the covers to sleep. Edward and I decided to divide and conquer. He would go talk to the local PD and see what they’d learned from the crime scenes and freshly discovered bodies. I’d go to the hospital and question Little Henry and see Micah. Nicky came with me, but Claudia kept Lisandro with her, so that when dark fell he could help manage the Harlequin vampires. They had a poor opinion of shapeshifters in general and had a hard time understanding that the people in charge of our bodyguards were all wereanimals, when vampires were so obviously superior. Yeah, they were beginning to get on everyone’s nerves. She gave me Domino back as a partner with Nicky and me.

‘Claudia, I’m not sure any of the weretigers can. They’re great in practice and as regular bodyguards, but none of them have seen combat or the kind of slaughter we walked into last night.’

‘I need Lisandro to help me with the Harlequin, and that’s that, Anita. You don’t want Dev, and Pride and Nicky don’t work well together. Emmanuel is good, but he’s not seen the hard stuff either. Domino wasn’t trained to be some white knight super-warrior like the gold tigers; he was trained as a mob bodyguard and enforcer who can be pretty brutal.’

‘But it’s not the same kind of brutal as what we faced last night and today.’

‘Look, I don’t have time or energy to debate this; Domino is your guy for now.’ She stood there hands on hips, all six foot six of her, in the conference room where we’d eaten. Her long black hair was in a tight ponytail; no makeup distracted from the high cheekbones and strong features of her face. She was what the Mexicans would call guapa, handsome rather than pretty; there was just too much of her, from the broad, muscled shoulders to the long, muscular legs and all the parts in between to be pretty, or even beautiful, though she was that.

‘How much trouble are you having integrating the Harlequin with our guards?’ I asked.

‘Look, I want to keep all the guards I can around Jean-Claude. The Harlequin are fearsomely good when they aren’t being whiny bitches. Jean-Claude