The cloth of the G-string was satiny, but what lay inside that satin was hard and firm, and all I could think of was earlier in my office. We clattered onto the stairs before he answered. I said the only thing I could think of, Did I hurt you? That made him laugh, and then wince as if the laughter hurt. When he dropped the knife, I thought I'd been wrong about seeing the knife in the other vamp's chest, but no, the bastard had stabbed him and had plenty of knives left.
He let go of my wrist, as if now we didn't need it, we had another pulse, another, sweeter place to explore. That desire to chase and feed; I thought that was all of it. If Requiem was anything like Jean-Claude and Asher, then he was very aware of where his body was, and what it was doing. The fear coalesced around that flash of fangs, that hungry gleam in those eyes.
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