Narcissus laughed, voice shaky, but not with pain. “Such strength, such passion, would he crush my wrist just for trying to touch your hair?” His voice held amusement and what I finally realized was excitement. Richard touching him, threatening him, hurting him . . . He was enjoying it.
I felt Richard realize it too, but he didn’t let go. Instead he jerked the other man off balance until he fell against his body. Narcissus made a small surprised sound. Richard kept one hand on his wrist, and he put the other to the man’s neck. Not squeezing, just there, large and dark against Narcissus’s pale skin.
The bodyguard, Ajax, had moved away from the wall, and Asher had moved to meet him. Things could go very bad, very quickly here. It was usually me that lost my temper and made things worse, not Richard.
Narcissus had to sense rather than see the movement, because Richard had him facing away from the rest of the room. “It’s alright, Ajax, it’s alright. Richard is not hurting me.” Then Richard did something that made Narcissus’s breath stop in his throat and come out harsh. “You may crush my wrist, if it’s foreplay, but if it’s not, then my people will kill you, all of you.” His words were reasonable, his tone was not. You could hear the pain in his voice, but there was also anticipation, as if whichever way Richard answered, it would excite him.
Jean-Claude spoke. “Do not give him an excuse to have us at his mercy, mon ami. We are in his territory tonight, his guests. We owe him a guest’s duty to his host, as long as he does not forfeit that right.”
I wasn’t a hundred percent sure what a guest’s duties to his host were, but I was willing to bet that crushing their limbs wasn’t among them. I touched Richard’s shoulder, and he jumped. Narcissus made a small protesting sound, as if Richard had involuntarily tightened his grip.
“Jean-Claude’s right, Richard.”
“Anita councils you to temperance, Richard, and she is one of the least temperate people I have ever known.” Jean-Claude moved forward, laying his hand on Richard’s other shoulder, so we both touched him. “Besides, mon ami, hurting this one will not undo the harm already done. No drop of blood less will have been spilt; no pound of flesh less will have been lost; no humiliation will have been stopped. It is over, memories cannot harm us.”
For the first time I wondered if Richard and I had gotten the same memories in that flash of shared insight. What I’d seen had been horrible, but it hadn’t affected me like it had him. Maybe it was a guy thing. Maybe a white, Anglo-Saxon, upper-middle-class male like Richard would take memories of being abused and raped harder than I would. I was a woman. I knew things like that could happen to me. Maybe he had never thought they could happen to him.
Richard spoke low, his voice fallen to a rolling growl, as if his beast lurked just behind that handsome throat. “Never touch him again, Narcissus, or we’ll finish this.” Then Richard slowly, carefully, slid his hands away from Narcissus. I expected him to scoot away, clutching his injured wrist, but I underestimated him, or maybe overestimated him.
Narcissus did cradle his wrist, but he stayed pressed against Richard’s body. “You’ve torn ligaments in my wrist. They take longer to heal than bone.”
“I know,” Richard said softly. The level of anger in those two words made me flinch.
“With a thought I can tell my men to leave her wereleopards to the mercy of their captors.”
Richard glanced at Jean-Claude, who nodded. “Narcissus can contact his . . . men mind-to-mind.”
Richard put his hands on Narcissus’s shoulders, to push him away I thought, but Narcissus said, “You’ve revoked your safe passage by injuring me against my will.”
Richard froze, and I could see the tension in his back, feel the sudden uncertainty.
“What is he talking about?” I asked. I wasn’t even sure who I was asking.
“Narcissus has a small army of werehyenas within this building and on the surrounding buildings as guards,” Jean-Claude said.
“If the werehyenas are so powerful, then why doesn’t everyone talk about them in the same breath with the wolves and the rats?” I asked.
“Because Narcissus prefers to be the power behind the throne, ma petite. It means that the other shapeshifters are constantly currying his favor with gifts.”
“Like Nikolaos used you,” I said.
He nodded.
I looked at Richard. “What have you been giving him?”
Richard eased away from Narcissus. “Nothing.”
Narcissus turned on the bed, still cradling his wrist. “That’s about to change.”
“I don’t think so,” Richard said.
“Marcus and Raina had an arrangement with me. They and the rats dictated that my hyenas could never rise above fifty in number. To make this happen they used gifts, not threats.”
“The threat was always there,” Richard said. “War between you, us, and the rats, with you on the losing side.”
Narcissus shrugged. “Perhaps, but have you not wondered what I’ve been doing since Marcus died and you took over? I wondered when the gifts would start arriving, but instead all gifts stopped, even the ones I’d begun to count on.” He looked at me then. “Some of those gifts were yours to give, Nimir-Ra.”
I must have looked as confused as I felt, because Jean-Claude said, “The wereleopards.”
“Yes, Gabriel, their old alpha, was a dear, dear friend of mine,” Narcissus said.
Since I’d killed Gabriel, I didn’t like the way the conversation was going. “You mean that Gabriel gave some of the wereleopards to you?”
Narcissus’s smile made me shiver. “All of them have spent time in my care, except Nathaniel.” His smile faded. “I assumed Gabriel kept Nathaniel to himself because he was his personal favorite, but now that you’ve told me what Nathaniel is, I know that wasn’t it.” Narcissus leaned forward on his knees. “Gabriel was afraid to give me Nathaniel, afraid of what we might do together.”
I swallowed hard. “You covered your reaction really well when I told you.”
“I’m an accomplished liar, Anita. Best remember that.” He looked up at Richard. “How long has it been since Marcus’s death, a little over a year? When the gifts stopped coming, I assumed the pact was at an end.”
“What are you saying?” Richard asked.
“There are over four hundred werehyenas now, some new, some recruited from out of state. But we rival the wererats and werewolves now. You will have to negotiate with us as equals instead of peons.”
Richard said, “What do you . . .”
Jean-Claude interrupted. “Let us come to terms.” I felt the fear that was behind his calm words, and so did Richard. You did not ask a sexual sadist what he wanted. You offered what you were willing to give up.
Narcissus looked at Richard. “Are they Jean-Claude’s wolves now, Richard? Do you share your kingship?” The tone was mocking.
“I am Ulfric, and I will set the terms, no one else.” But his voice was cautious, the temper slowed. I’d never seen Richard like this, and I wasn’t sure I liked the change. He was reacting more like me. As I thought of it, I wondered . . . I channeled some of his beast, some of Jean-Claude’s hunger, what did they gain from me?
“You know what I want,” Narcissus said.
“You would be wise not to ask for it,” Jean-Claude said.
“If I cannot have you, Jean-Claude, then perhaps to watch the three of you make love on my bed would be enough to wash this insult clean between us.”
Richard and I said together, “No.”
He looked at us, and there was something unpleasant in his eyes. “Then give me Nathaniel.”
“No,” I said.
“For one evening.”
“No.”
“For an hour,” he said.
I shook my head.
“One of the other leopards?”
“I won’t give you any of my people.”
He looked at Richard. “And you, Ulfric, will you give me one of your wolves?”
“You know the answer, Narcissus,” Richard said.
“Then what would you offer me, Ulfric?”
“Name something I’m willing to give.”
Narcissus smiled, and I had a sense of Ajax and Asher circling each other as they felt the tension rising. “I want to be included in the conferences that run the shapeshifter community in this town.”
Richard nodded. “Fine. Rafael and I thought you had no interest in politics, or you would already have been asked.”
“The rat king does not know my heart, nor do the wolves.”
Richard stood. “Anita needs to go to her people.”
Narcissus smiled and shook his head. “Oh, no, Ulfric, it is not that easy.”
Richard frowned. “You’re to be included in decision making. That’s what you wanted.”
“But I still want gifts.”
“No gifts pass between the rats and the wolves. We are allies. If you wish to be an ally then there will be no gifts, except that we will come to your aid when you need us.”
Narcissus shook his head again. “I do not wish to be allies, to be dragged into every squabble between animals that do not concern me. No, Ulfric, you mistake me. I wish to be included in the conferences that set policy. But I do not wish to tie myself to anyone and be dragged into a war that is not of my own making.”
“Then what are you asking?” Richard said.
“Gifts.”
“Bribes, you mean,” Richard said.
Narcissus shrugged. “Call it what you will.”
“No,” Richard said.
I felt Jean-Claude tense a moment before Richard said it. “Mon ami . . .”
“No,” Richard said and turned to Jean-Claude. “Even if he could kill us all, which I doubt, my wolves, your vampires, they would rain down on this club and take it apart brick by brick. He won’t risk that. Narcissus is a cautious leader. I learned from watching him deal with Marcus. He puts his own safety and comfort above all else.”
“The comfort and safety of my people above all else,” Narcissus said. He looked at me. “What of you, Nimir-Ra, how confident do you feel? Do you think if I had my people kill your kittens that the werewolves and vampires would lift a finger to avenge them?”
“You forget, Narcissus, she’s also my lupa, my mate. The wolves will defend who she tells them to defend.”
“Ah, yes, the human lupa, the human leopard queen. But not really human, is she?”
I met his gaze and said, “I need to go collect my leopards. Thanks for the hospitality.” I pushed to my feet and stood beside Richard.
Narcissus looked at Jean-Claude, who still lounged on the bed. “Are they really such children?” he asked him.
Jean-Claude gave a graceful shrug. “They are not like us Narcissus. They still believe in right and wrong. And rules.”
“Then let me teach them a new rule.” He stared up at us, still kneeling on the bed, still wearing the black lace dress, and suddenly his power burst out before him in lines of heat. It slammed into my body like a giant hand, nearly staggering me. Richard reached out to steady me, and the moment we touched, his beast jumped between us, in a rush of warmth that raced through my body in goosebumps and shivers. Richard’s body shuddered, and I felt his breath, our breath, catch. That otherworldly power curled between us, and for the first time I realized that the power came both ways. I’d thought what was inside me was an echo of Richard’s beast, but it was more than that. Maybe it would have been different if I hadn’t separated myself from him for so long. But now the power that had once been his was mine. The warmth spilled between us like two streams converging into a river, two scalding hot streams that spilled into a river that boiled over my skin. It was so hot that I half expected my skin to peel away and reveal the beast underneath.
“If she shifts, then my men are free to enter this fight.” Narcissus’s voice was shocking. I think I’d forgotten he was there, forgotten everything but the hot, hot power flowing between Richard and me. Narcissus’s face began to grow longer. It was like watching sticks move behind clay.
Richard ran his hand just in front of my body, caressing the power that flowed off of my skin. There was a look of soft wonderment on his face. “She won’t shift. You have my word,” Richard said.
“Good enough. You always keep your word. I may be a sadist and a masochist, but I am still Oba of this clan.” His voice had become a strange high-pitched growl. “You have insulted me and, through me, all that is mine.” Claws slid out from his small fingers until he raised curved paws, not hands at all.
Jean-Claude came to stand beside us. “Come, ma petite, let them have room to maneuver.” He touched my hand, and that scalding power poured from my skin to his. He collapsed to his knees, hand still pressed against my skin, as if the heat had welded it in place.
I knelt by him, and his gaze raised, drowning blue, the pupil lost in a rush of power, but not his power. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He stared at me, and, judging by the look on his face, he felt lost, overwhelmed.
“What’s wrong?” Asher asked from across the room, still facing Ajax.
“I’m not sure,” I said.
“He seems in pain,” Narcissus said. It made me glance up at him. Except for his face and hands, he was still in human form. The really powerful alphas could do that, partial changes.
“The power spills over him,” Richard said, and his voice held that edge of growl. His throat was hidden behind the leather collar, but I knew if I could see it, that the skin would be smooth and perfect. His voice could howl from his mouth like a dog’s without any change in his appearance.
“But he is a vampire,” Narcissus said. “The power of the wolves should be closed to him.”
“The wolf is his animal to call,” Richard said.
I looked into Jean-Claude’s face from inches away, watched him struggle through the hot, scalding power and knew why he wasn’t dealing well with it. This was primal energy, the life and beat of the earth under our feet, the rush of wind in the trees, the stuff of life. And Jean-Claude for all that he walked and talked and flirted wasn’t alive.
Richard knelt beside us, and Jean-Claude let out a low moan, half-collapsing against me. “Jean-Claude!”
Richard rolled him over into his arms, and Jean-Claude’s spine bowed, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Narcissus was above us on the bed. “What’s wrong with him?”
“I don’t know,” Richard said.
I put a hand on Jean-Claude’s throat. The pulse wasn’t just racing, it was beating like a caged thing. I tried to use the ability I had to sense vampires, but all I could feel was the heat of the beast. There was nothing cold or dead in the circle of our arms.
“Lay him on the floor, Richard.”
He looked at me.
“Do it!”
He laid Jean-Claude gently on the floor, hand still touching his shoulder.
“Move away from him.” I did what I asked of Richard, standing and moving around the vampire, pushing Richard back with my body until Jean-Claude lay alone beside the bed.
Narcissus’s body had re-formed, until he was the graceful man we’d met downstairs. He’d moved off the bed without being told, but moved around so he could still watch.
Jean-Claude rolled slowly onto his side, and moved his head to stare at us. He licked his lips and tried twice before he could speak. “What have you done to me?”
Richard and I still stood in a cocoon of heat. His hands brushed my arms, and I shuddered against him. His arms locked around my waist, and the more of our bodies that touched the more heat rose around us, until I thought the very air should tremble like the heat of a summer’s day off a tar road.
“Shared Richard’s power with you,” I said.
“No,” Jean-Claude said, and he rose slowly to sit, propped heavily on his arms. “Not just Richard, but you, ma petite, you. Richard and I have shared much, but it never did this. You are the bridge between the two worl
ds.”
Asher spoke. “She bridges life and death.”
Jean-Claude looked up at him sharply, a harsh look on his face. “Exactement.”
Narcissus spoke. “I knew Marcus and Raina could share their power, their beasts, but Anita is not a werewolf. You should not be able to share your beast with each other, wolf to leopard.”
“I’m not a wereleopard,” I said.
“Me thinks the lady doth protest too much,” Narcissus said.
“Or wereanimal to vampire,” Asher said.
I looked at Asher. “Don’t you start.”
He smiled at me. “I know that you are not a true shapeshifter, but your . . . magic has changed because of the addition of Richard. There is something about you, that if I did not know better, I would say you were indeed one of them.”
“Richard said the wolf is Jean-Claude’s animal to call,” Narcissus said.
“That doesn’t explain this,” Asher said. He knelt by Jean-Claude, reaching towards him.
Jean-Claude caught his hand before it could touch his face, and Asher jerked back. “You’re hot to the touch. Not just warm, hot.”
“It is like the rush after we feed, but more . . . more alive.” He gazed up at us, and his eyes were still drowning blue. “Go save your leopards, ma petite, and let us retire before dawn. I want to see how hot,” he took a deep breath, and I knew he was drawing in the scent of us, “this power will grow.”
“It is all very impressive,” Narcissus said, “but I will have my pound of flesh.”
“You’re beginning to get on my nerves,” I said.
He smiled. “Be that as it may, I still have a right to ask for the insult to be avenged.”
I looked at Richard. He nodded. I sighed. “You know it’s usually me that gets us into this kind of trouble.”
“We’re not in trouble yet,” Richard said. “Narcissus is grandstanding. Why do you think I didn’t change?” He stared at the smaller man.
Narcissus smiled. “And here I thought you were just decorative muscle standing behind Marcus.”
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