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Chapter Eleven

"I want to touch you." She said.

But as she brought her hand up, he stiffened and gripped her wrist hard. Fear hovered just below the surface of him. She could sense it weaving though his body, making him tense. She waited for him to make up his mind, not about to push him on this.

His hold slowly loosened. "Just…go slow."

"I promise."

She started with his arm, running her fingertips up and down his smooth, hairless skin. His eyes tracked the movement with a suspicion she took no offense at, and his muscle twitched, flickering as she passed. She stroked him slowly, letting him was comfortable, she leaned down and put her lips on his biceps. His shoulder. His collarbone. The top of his pectoral.

She was heading for his pierced nipple.

When she was close to the silver ring with the little ball, she glanced up at him. His eyes were wide, so wide the whites showed all around his black irises.

"I want to kiss you here," she said. "All right?"

He nodded and licked his lips.

The moment her mouth made contact, his body jerked like someone had yanked all of his arms and legs at once. She didn't stop. She sucked the piercing in and twirled her tongue around it.

Dimitri moaned, the low sound a great rumble in his chest; then he inhaled with a hiss. His head pitched back into the pillow, but he kept it at an angle so he could keep watching her

When she flicked the silver hoop, then tugged on it a little, he arched off the bed, one leg bending up, his heel digging into the mattress. She tickled his nipple again and then again until he balled the comforted in his fists.

"Oh…God, Rose…" He was breathing in a hard, raw rhythm, heat radiating out of him. "What are you doing to me?"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Either that or do it harder."

"How about a little more?"

"Yeah…a little more."

She worked him with her mouth, playing with the ring, driving him until his hips started to swivel.

When she looked down his body, she lost her rhythm. His erection was massive as it pushed up against the thin nylon of his warm-ups, and she saw all of it: the blunt head with it's graceful ridge, the thick shaft, the twin weights below.

Good Lord. He was…huge.

She went utterly wet between her thighs and shifted her gaze to meet his. His eyelids were still peeled back and his mouth open as awe and shock and hunger warred in his face.

She reached up and pushed her thumb between his lips. "Suck me."

He latched on with a great pull, watching her as she kept going. A frenzy was taking hold of him; she could sense it. The lust was building in him, turning him into a powder keg, and holy hell, she wanted him. She wanted him to explode all over her. Inside of her.

She released his nipple, pulled her thumb out of his mouth, and reared up to thrust her tongue between his lips. At the invasion he groaned wildly, his great body bucking against the hold he kept on the covers.

She wanted him to let go and touch her, but she couldn't wait. This first time, she would have to take control. She pushed the covers away, slid her upper body onto his chest, and threw her leg over his hips.

The instant her weight came on top of him, he went stiff and stopped kissing her back.

"Dimitri?"

He three her off of him with so much force, she bounced on the mattress.

Dimitri bolted from the bed, panting and whacked-out, his body trapped between the present and the past, stretched thin between the two.

Part of him wanted more of what Rose was doing to him. Hell, he was dying to keep exploring his first taste of arousal. The sensations were incredible. A revelation. The only thing good he'd felt in…forever.

Dear Virgin in the Fade, no wonder males kill to protect their mates.

Except he couldn't bear having a female on top of him, even if it was Rose, and the wild panic pounding through him right now was dangerous. What if he lashed out at her? For God's sake, he'd already thrown her across the damn bed.

He glanced at her. She looked so achingly beautiful in the tangled sheets and scattered pillows. But he was terrified of her, and because of that, terrified for her. The touching and the kissing, however much he'd been into them in the beginning, were to much of a trigger for him. And he couldn't put himself in a position where he got this upset when he was around her.

"We're not going there again," he said. "That shit's not happening."

"You liked it." Her voice was soft but strong. "I could feel your blood under my hands."

"No arguments."

"Your body's hard for me."

"Do you want to get hurt?" As she tightened her hold on a pillow, he pressed harder. "Because, straight up, sex and I only go one way, and it's nothing you want to be part of."

"I like the way you kissed me. I want to lay with you. Make love with you."

"Make love? Make love?" He spread his arms out. "Rose…all I've got to offer you is fucking. You won't like it, and frankly I won't like doing it to you. You're so much better than that."

"I felt your lips on mine. They were gently—"

"Oh, please—"

"Shut up and let me finish!"

D's mouth dropped open, sure as if she'd booted him in the ass. No one ever took that tone of voice with him. The anomaly alone would have gotten his attention, but the fact that it was her stunned him out.

Rose pushed her hair over her shoulder. "If you don't want to be with me, fine. Just say so. But don't hide behind wanted to protect me. You think I don't know the sex would be rough with you?"

"Is that why you want it?" He asked in a dead voice. "You think you only deserve to be hurt now, after the lesser?"

She frowned. "Not at all. But if that's the only way I can have you, then that's how I'll take you."

He ran a hand through his chin length hair, hoping it might get his brain to working.

"I think you're confused." He looked down at the floor. "You have no idea what you're saying right now."

"You arrogant bastard," she snapped.

D's head shot up. Well, that was slap in the ass number two…"Excuse me?"

"Do us both a fovor and don't try to think for me, okay? Because you're going to get it wrong every damned time." With that, she marched into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Dimitri blinked a couple of times. What the hell just happened?

He looked around the room as if the furniture or maybe the drapes could help him out. Then his acute hearing tuned it to a quiet sound. She was…crying.

With a curse he went over to the bathroom. He didn't knock, just turned the knob and went inside. She was standing next to the shower, arms crossed, tears pooling her sapphire eyes.

Oh…God. What was a male supposed to do in this situation?

"I'm sorry," he muttered. "If I…uh, hurt your feelings or something."

She glared at him. "I'm not hurt. I'm pissed off and sexually frustrated."

His head snapped back on his spine. Well…then. Okaaaaay.

Man, he was going to need a neck brace after this conversation.

"I'll say it again, Dimitri. If you're not into laying with me, that's okay, but do not try and tell me I don't know what I want."

D planted his palms on his hip bones and looked down at the marble tile. Don't day anything, asshole. Just keep your mouth—

"It's not that," he blurted. As the words floated out into the air, he cursed himself. Talking was bad. Talking was real piss-poor idea…

"It's not what? You mean you want me?"

He thought of the it that was still trying to claw a way out of his pants. She had eyes. She could see the damn thing. "You know I do."

"So if I'm willing to take it…hard…" She paused, and he had a feeling she was blushing. "Then why can't we be together?"

His breath shortened until his lungs burned and his heart pounded. He felt as if he were looking over the edge of a ravine. Good Lord, he wasn't actually going to tell her? Was he?

His stomach rolled as the words came out. "She was always on top. The Mistress. When she…came to me, she was always on top. You, uh, you rolled over onto my chest and…yeah, that doesn't work for me."

He rubbed his face, as much to try to hide from her as to relieve the headache he suddenly had.

He heard breath being exhaled. Realized it was hers.

Dimitri, I'm so sorry. I didn't know—"

"Yeah…fuck…maybe you can forget I said that." God, he needed to get away from her before that mouth of his got flapping again. "Look, I'm going to—"

"What did she do to you?" Rose's voice was thin as a hair.

He shot her a hard look. Oh, not likely, he thought.

She took a step toward him. Dimitri, did she…have you against your will?"

He turned away. "I'm going to the gym. I'll see you later."

"Wait—"

"Later, Rose. I can't…do this."

On his way out, he grabbed his Nikes and his MP3 player.

A good, long run was just what he needed right now. A long…run. So what if it got him exactly nowhere. At least he could have the sweaty illusion he was getting away from himself.

~~VABDBH~~

As midnight neared, Rose put on a pair of her old blue jeans and that thick red sweater she liked so much. Then she went into the bathroom, pulled the two towels down from the mirror, and looked at herself. Her reflection was of the female she had always seen staring back at her. Brown eyes. High cheeks. Pouty lips. Lots of dark brown hair.

She lifted the edge of the sweater and peeked at her stomach. The skin was flawless, no longer bearing the lesser's name. She smoothed her hand over where the letters had been.

"You ready?" Dimitri asked.

She glanced up into the mirror. He loomed behind her, dressed in black, weapons hanging off his body. His coal eyes were pegged on the skin she exposed.

"The scars have healed," She said. "In just forty-eight hours."

"Yeah. And I'm glad."

"I'm scared to go to my house."

"Adrian, and Christian are coming with us. You've got plenty of protection."

"I know…" She lowered the sweater. "It's just…what if I can't bear to go inside?"

"Then we try again another night. However long it takes." He held out her parks.

Shrugging into the thing, she said, "You have better things to do than watch over me."

"Not right now I don't. Give me you hand."

Her fingers trembled as she reached out. She had some vague thought that it was the first time he'd asked her to touch him, and she hoped the contact would lead to an embrace.

But he wasn't interested in hugging. He put a small gun in her hand without even brushing her skin.

She recoiled in distaste. "No, I—"

"Hold it like—"

"Wait a minute, I don't—"

"—this." He positioned the little butt against her palm. "Here's the safety. On. Off. Got it? On…off. You need to be in tight to kill with this, but it's loaded with two bullets that will slow a lesser down long enough so you can get away. Just point and pull the trigger twice. You don't need to cock it or anything. And aim for the torso, it'll be a bigger target."

"I don't want this."

"And I don't want you to have it. But it's better than sending you in the light."

She shook her head and closed her eyes. So ugly business of life was sometimes.

"Rose? Rose look at me." When she did, he said, "Keep that in the outside pocked of your coat on the right side. You want it in your business hand if you have to use it." She opened her mouth and he talked right over her. "You're going to stay with Christian, and Adrian. And as long as you're with them, it is extremely unlikely that you will need to use that."

"Where will you be?"

"Around." As he turned away, she noticed that he had a knife at the small of his back—in addition to the two daggers on his chest, and the pair of guns on his hips. She wondered how many other weapons he had on him that she couldn't see.

He stopped in the doorway, head hanging low. "I'm going to make sure you don't have to take that gun out, Rose. I promise you. But I can't have you unarmed."

She took a deep breath. And slipping the little piece of metal into coat pocked.

Out in the hall Adrian was waiting, leaning against the balcony. He was also dressed for fighting, with guns and those daggers all over him, a deadly calm radiating from his body. When she smiled at him, he nodded and drew on his black leather coat.

Dimitri's cell phone rang and he flipped it open. "You there Christian? What's doing?" When he hung up, he nodded. "Good to go."

The three of them walked down to the foyer and then out into the courtyard. In the cold air both males palmed guns, and then all of them dematerialized.

Rose took form on her front porch, facing the glossy red door with its brass knocker. She could feel Dimitri and Adrian behind her, two huge male bodies full of tension. Footsteps sounded and she looked over her shoulder. Christian was coming up onto the porch. His gun drawn too.

The idea of taking her time and easing into her house struck her as dangerous and selfish. She unlocked the door with her mind, then walked in.

The place still smelled the same…a combination of the lemon floor wax she used on the wide pine boards and the rosemary candles she liked to burn.

When she heard the door shut and the security alarm get turned off, she glanced back. Christian and Adrian were tight on her heels, but Dimitri was no where to be seen.

She knew he hadn't left them. But she wished he were inside with her.

She took a deep breath and looked around her living room. Without any lights on, she only saw familiar shadows and shapes, more the pattern of the furniture and the walls than anything else.

"Everything seems…God, exactly the same."

Although there was a blank spot over her writing desk. A mirror was gone, a mirror that she and her mother had picked out together about a decade ago. Denis had always liked it. Had he taken the thing? She wasn't sure whether to be touched or offended.

When she reached out to turn a lamp on, Christian stopped her. "No lights. Sorry."

She nodded. Walking deeper into her house, seeing more of the things, she felt as though she were among friend of long acquaintance whom she hadn't seen in years. It was delightful and sad. A relief most of all. She'd been so sure she would get upset…

She stopped when she got to the dining room. Beyond the wide archway at the far end was the kitchen. Dread coiled in her gut.

Steeling herself, she walked into the other space and halted. As she saw everything so neat and unbroken, she remembered the violence that had taken place.

"Someone's cleaned it up," she whispered.

"Dimitri." Christian stepped by her, gun up at chest level, eyes scanning around.

"He…did all this?" She motioned her hand in a sweep.

"The night after you were taken. He spent hours here. Downstairs is neat as a pin, too."

She tried to imagine Dimitri with a mop and bucket, getting rid of the bloodstains and the glass shards.

Why? She wondered.

Christian shrugged. "He said it was personal."

Had she spoken out loud? "Did he explain…why that was?"

As the male shook his head, she was aware of Adrian pointedly taking interest in the outdoors.

"You want to go to your bedroom?" Christian asked.

When she nodded, Adrian said, "I'm staying up here."

Down in the basement she found everything in order, arranged…clean. She opened her closet, went through her dresser drawers, wandered around her bathroom. Small things captivated her. A bottle of perfume. A magazine dated from before the abduction. A candle she could remember lighting next to the claw-foot tub.

Lingering, touching, sliding back into place in some profound way, she wanted to spend hours…days. But she could feel Christian's increasing strain.

"I think I've seen enough for tonight," She said, wishing she could stay longer.

Christian went first as they headed back to the first floor. When he came into the kitchen, he looked at Adrian. "She's ready to head out."

Adrian flipped open his phone. There was a pause. "D, time to go. Start the car for Christian."

As Christian shut the cellar door, Rose went over to her fish tank and peered in. she wondered if she would ever live at the house again. And had a feeling she wouldn't/

"Do you want to take anything with you?" Christian asked.

"No, I think—"

A gunshot rang outside, the hollow popping noise muffled.

Christian grabbed her and hauled her back against his body. "Stay quiet," he said in her ear.

"Out front," Adrian hissed as he fell into a crouch. He pointed his gun down the hall at the door they'd come in through.

Another gunshot. And another. Getting closer. Coming around the house.

"We're out the tunnel," Christian whispered as her muscled her around and pushed her toward the basement door.

Adrian tracked the sounds with his gun muzzle. "I got you back."

Just as Christian's hand fell on the cellar door's knob, time compressed into fractals of seconds, then collapsed into nonsense.

The French door behind them smashed open, the wood frame splintering, the glass shattering.

Dimitri took the whole thing out with his back as he was pushed through the thing by some tremendous force. As he landed on the kitchen floor, his skull jacked back and hit the tile so hard it sounded like another gun shot. Then with a horrible yell, the lesser that had thrown him through the door leaped on his chest and the two of them slid across the room, heading right for the cellar stairs.

Dimitri was rock-still under the slayer. Dazed? Dead?

Rose screamed as Christian yanked her out of the way. The only place to go was against the stove, and he shoved her in that direction, shielding her with his body. Only new they were trapped in the kitchen.

Adrian, and Christian both leveled guns at the tangle of arms and legs on the floor, but the slayer didn't care. The undead lifted his fist and punched Dimitri in the head.

"No!" She roared.

Except, strangely, the hit seemed to wake Dimitri up. Or maybe her voice had done the trick. His black eyes flipped open and an evil expression came over his face. With a quick thrust he clamped his hands under the lesser's armpits and twisted so hard, the slayer's torso contorted into a vicious arch.

In a flash Dimitri was on top, straddling the lesser. He grabbed hold of the slayer's right arm and stretched it into a bone-cracking bad angle. Then he jammed his thumb under the undead's chin so far you couldn't see half the finger and bared deadly long fangs that glistened white and deadly. He bit the lesser in the neck, right through the esophageal column.

The slayer hollered in pain, thrashing widly between his legs. And that was only the beginning. Dimitri tore his prey apart. When the thing no longer moved, he paused while panting and pushed his fingers into the lesser's dark hair, splitting a section wide, clearly looking for white roots.

But she could have told him it wasn't Nathan. Assuming she could find her voice.

Dimitri cursed and caught his breath, but stayed crouched over his kill, looking for signs of life. As if he wanted to keep going.

And then he frowned and glanced up, clearly realizing the battle was over and there had been witnesses.

Oh…Jesus. His face was marked with the black blood of the lesser, and more of the stain covered his chest and hands.

His black eyes shifted to hers. They were bright. Shiny. Just like the blood he'd spilled to defend her. And he quickly looked away, as if he wanted to hide the satisfaction he'd gotten from the kill.

"The other two are finished," he said, still breathing hard. He pulled out the bottom of his shirt and wiped his face.

Adrian headed for the hallway. "Where are they? Front lawn?"

"Try the Omega's front door. I stabbed them both." Dimitri looked at Christian. "Take her home. Now. She's too chocked out to dematerialize. And Adrian, you go with them. I want a call the moment she puts a foot in the foyer, we clear?"

"What about you?" Christian asked, even as he was moving her around the dead lesser.

Dimitri stood up and unsheathed a dagger. "I'll poof this one and wait for others to come. When these fuckers don't check in, there'll be more."

"We'll be back."

"I don't care what you do as long as you get her home. So quit talking and start driving."

Rose reached out to him, though she wasn't sure why. She was horrified by what he had done and by what he looked like now, all bruised and beaten, his own blood running down his clothes along with the slayers'.

Dimitri slashed a hand though the air dismissing her. "Get her the hell out of here."