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.""You were hungry," he said again."And I think the taste in your mouth is good to you.It's just the idea of it that tastes bad.Jeannie.can you see me? Do you know where we are?"Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"We're in a kitchen.Yes, I can see you." She added, with a snap of her old fire that heartened him, "Ask another stupid question.""It's pitch dark, Jeannie.A month ago, in equal darkness, you couldn't see anything."A long, strained silence, broken by her whisper."What's happening to me?""You're pregnant with a shapeshifter," he said simply."You share a blood stream with the baby.You'll eat raw meat and see in the dark and probably get stronger before you birth the baby.It's natural.""It is not natural.None of this is." She rubbed her face."Oh, Jesus, I'm catching your delusion, you've all got me turning as crazy as you are.""That's not true," he said, reaching up and stroking her shoulder, lightly, a butterfly's touch."And I think you're coming to know it.""It has to be true," she said, almost moaned."What's the alternative? That everything you said was right?That everything you—everything you did to me was understandable? Okay, even? That's not acceptable, I won't tolerate it!""Jeannie."She broke away from him and ran out of the kitchen, navigating her way past boxes and stools without hesitation, though most people would have been effectively blind in such utter darkness.***He came to her room the next morning to find her huddled in the window seat, looking out at the near-full moon with a dazed, almost hypnotized expression."Jeannie," he began, and then trailed off helplessly.His fingers itched to touch the smooth skin of her back; luckily, his hands were full.His lack of physical control had gotten her into this mess.Christ, he was like a pup around her, only thinking about physical pleasure, about the sounds she made when she."I'm glad you ate your breakfast.""Starving myself doesn't work," she said hopelessly, not turning around."It just makes me sleepwalk and search out raw meatloaf, for God's sake.Better to have my scrambled eggs, please go away."He decided it would not be prudent to mention her cravings would get worse, not better, before she gave birth."I brought you something."She didn't answer.He set the suitcases down, bent, unsnapped all four catches.At the sounds, she snuck a glance over her shoulder, then came off the window seat in astonishment."My clothes!""Some of them," he confirmed, while she elbowed him out of the way and took a closer look."I went to get them last night.I can't have you running around naked for the next eight months, can I?"Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlShe grinned at him, so wide and natural he actually felt his heart catch: ka-THUD! "Thanks!" She made an aborted movement with her arms; for a moment of pure astonished happiness, he thought she was going to hug him.Then the moment passed and she was wriggling into panties, shorts, and a sweatshirt.Well, what did you expect, fool? he asked himself bitterly.That she'd kiss you and say, 'Hey, PsychoBoy, I forgive you for the whole raping thing—twice—and love you and want to stay with you forever, thanks for the clothes.'He turned to leave."Michael," she said tentatively.He turned around, hope jumping in his chest like a rabbit.A continuously lusty rabbit hopelessly infatuated with someone who hated him."Yes, my—my dear?" He'd almost called her 'my own mate', a common werewolf endearment he was positive she would not appreciate."Michael.can I ask a favor?"He waited.She looked out the window at the moon, nearly full, the moon which would ripen tonight and call to his blood.Her eyes were wide with distress, dilated with fear."Can I please stay somewhere else tonight? I promise I won't try to get away.I'll—I'll do whatever you want, if you don't make me stay in the house with—with all of you tonight.""It's not safe for you anywhere else," he said, as gently as he could."And I'm still planning to leave.You don't have to worry about a repeat of what happened last month." She didn't have to worry no matter where he was, he thought but did not say, because she certainly wasn't ovulating this time.What he would likely want to do in wolf-form is hunt food for her, then stay close.Following her from room to room, drinking in her scent, worshipping her with his eyes.She'd be terrified.or hate it—him.or both.He closed his eyes against the pain that thought brought, then opened them as she did something he never thought she would do.never thought she was capable of."Please!" she begged."I don't feel safe here ! It's beautiful here, but I don't feel safe in your home [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.""You were hungry," he said again."And I think the taste in your mouth is good to you.It's just the idea of it that tastes bad.Jeannie.can you see me? Do you know where we are?"Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"We're in a kitchen.Yes, I can see you." She added, with a snap of her old fire that heartened him, "Ask another stupid question.""It's pitch dark, Jeannie.A month ago, in equal darkness, you couldn't see anything."A long, strained silence, broken by her whisper."What's happening to me?""You're pregnant with a shapeshifter," he said simply."You share a blood stream with the baby.You'll eat raw meat and see in the dark and probably get stronger before you birth the baby.It's natural.""It is not natural.None of this is." She rubbed her face."Oh, Jesus, I'm catching your delusion, you've all got me turning as crazy as you are.""That's not true," he said, reaching up and stroking her shoulder, lightly, a butterfly's touch."And I think you're coming to know it.""It has to be true," she said, almost moaned."What's the alternative? That everything you said was right?That everything you—everything you did to me was understandable? Okay, even? That's not acceptable, I won't tolerate it!""Jeannie."She broke away from him and ran out of the kitchen, navigating her way past boxes and stools without hesitation, though most people would have been effectively blind in such utter darkness.***He came to her room the next morning to find her huddled in the window seat, looking out at the near-full moon with a dazed, almost hypnotized expression."Jeannie," he began, and then trailed off helplessly.His fingers itched to touch the smooth skin of her back; luckily, his hands were full.His lack of physical control had gotten her into this mess.Christ, he was like a pup around her, only thinking about physical pleasure, about the sounds she made when she."I'm glad you ate your breakfast.""Starving myself doesn't work," she said hopelessly, not turning around."It just makes me sleepwalk and search out raw meatloaf, for God's sake.Better to have my scrambled eggs, please go away."He decided it would not be prudent to mention her cravings would get worse, not better, before she gave birth."I brought you something."She didn't answer.He set the suitcases down, bent, unsnapped all four catches.At the sounds, she snuck a glance over her shoulder, then came off the window seat in astonishment."My clothes!""Some of them," he confirmed, while she elbowed him out of the way and took a closer look."I went to get them last night.I can't have you running around naked for the next eight months, can I?"Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlShe grinned at him, so wide and natural he actually felt his heart catch: ka-THUD! "Thanks!" She made an aborted movement with her arms; for a moment of pure astonished happiness, he thought she was going to hug him.Then the moment passed and she was wriggling into panties, shorts, and a sweatshirt.Well, what did you expect, fool? he asked himself bitterly.That she'd kiss you and say, 'Hey, PsychoBoy, I forgive you for the whole raping thing—twice—and love you and want to stay with you forever, thanks for the clothes.'He turned to leave."Michael," she said tentatively.He turned around, hope jumping in his chest like a rabbit.A continuously lusty rabbit hopelessly infatuated with someone who hated him."Yes, my—my dear?" He'd almost called her 'my own mate', a common werewolf endearment he was positive she would not appreciate."Michael.can I ask a favor?"He waited.She looked out the window at the moon, nearly full, the moon which would ripen tonight and call to his blood.Her eyes were wide with distress, dilated with fear."Can I please stay somewhere else tonight? I promise I won't try to get away.I'll—I'll do whatever you want, if you don't make me stay in the house with—with all of you tonight.""It's not safe for you anywhere else," he said, as gently as he could."And I'm still planning to leave.You don't have to worry about a repeat of what happened last month." She didn't have to worry no matter where he was, he thought but did not say, because she certainly wasn't ovulating this time.What he would likely want to do in wolf-form is hunt food for her, then stay close.Following her from room to room, drinking in her scent, worshipping her with his eyes.She'd be terrified.or hate it—him.or both.He closed his eyes against the pain that thought brought, then opened them as she did something he never thought she would do.never thought she was capable of."Please!" she begged."I don't feel safe here ! It's beautiful here, but I don't feel safe in your home [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]