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.The robe lay draped over the chair next to him.Someone had tucked fleece blankets around him with great care, wrapping his feet so they wouldn’t chill.He sat up with a groan.Small demolition crews had set up a worksite in his head.Where…oh, yes.Richard the Vamp’s house.Why the hell am I still alive?A terrible suspicion crept over him.He snagged the bathrobe and staggered to the bathroom in the hall.In the bright light over the mirror, he searched for telltale marks on his throat, his wrists, the crooks of his elbows, and his inner thighs.Nothing.Where 10A DIFFERENT BREEDelse? Thumbs.None of the damning double punctures there either.Ankles? No.So if the vamp hadn’t kept him to snack on, and he didn’t want to kill him, why was he still there? Why bother to take such gentle care of him?Noises drifted from the kitchen, soft humming and muted clanks and thumps.Josh made his way to the kitchen door, confusion overriding caution.Richard stood at the stove again, this time fully dressed in jeans and a blue chamois shirt.Damn but his ass looks delicious in tight jeans.And for fuck’s sake, he’s a vamp.What am I doing thinking those things? Richard turned with a tentative smile.“Ah, good.You’re up.” He stirred something in a pot as he spoke.“I thought I might need to take you to the hospital, but you looked like you were waking.”Josh shook his head, trying to clear it.He made his dazed way to the kitchen table and plunked down in a chair.Richard turned off the stove, brought him aspirin, water and an ice pack.“For your jaw.It’s swollen still.” Those sad gray eyes watched him with concern, though Josh wasn’t sure if it was concern for him or because of him.Richard’s hand brushed his as he handed off the ice pack.It sent a frisson of firefly sparks down to his toes.He glanced up.The kitchen clock read five-thirty.I slept through the whole day?“I found one of those noodle soup packets in the back of a cabinet,” Richard went on.“Thought you might be hungry.”“Why?”“Because you probably haven’t eaten since yesterday.”“No, why help me? Why take care of me? Hunter, remember?” 11A DIFFERENT BREEDRichard chewed on his lower lip a moment, the sorrow in his eyes shifting to anguish.“I hurt you.You needed someone.How could I simply walk away?” He turned his back, a slight catch in his voice.“If you’ve brought death with you, so be it.Maybe I’m a fool but I couldn’t do anything but what I did.” There it was again, that certainty that this vamp, this man, only told the truth.His brain still tried to scream at him about lies and traps, but his heart knew better.He felt truth as he never had before.His vampire radar, that strange humming pull that had first hit him the night Jenny died, still sang in his head.He was in the same room with a vampire, after all.But the timbre of it had changed, the threat, the anxiety that always came with it replaced by something warmer, a soft-fingered, gentle note.Richard had squeezed his eyes shut, his handsome face visible to Josh in profile.Looking at those features, so beautiful in the soft light of the kitchen, a realization struck him like a runaway city bus.Maybe every other vamp in the world was an evil monster.It was all too clear Richard was not.Between what Josh felt from him and his actions, which spoke louder than any sweet, seducing words, he had shown his true nature.Josh swallowed the aspirin and gulped down the water to give himself a minute, his thoughts reeling.Only good vamp’s a dead vamp…Kill ’em all, let the devil sort ’em out…It’s not a good kill unless they scream…All of those things and more, he had said them.A sick feeling settled in the pit of his stomach as he realized how much he sounded like some old school racist bastard.He stared down at the sleeve of the robe he wore.The sleeves should have been too long.Richard was a good three or four inches over six feet.It’s not his 12A DIFFERENT BREEDrobe, you moron, it’s William’s.Richard grieved for his human lover, couldn’t part with his things, but he had no hesitation in sharing them with someone in need.That alone made him more human than lots of humans Josh had met.And here he was acting like some ungrateful jackass, hurting someone who had tried to help him.The sudden urge swept over him to comfort Richard, to take the pain away.He rose and walked around the table to put a hand on Richard’s back.The muscle under his hand twitched but Richard turned to him instead of jerking away so Josh’s hand slid around to his chest.It felt good there, natural, his palm flat against the hard muscle.He reached up to take Richard’s face between his hands, his thumb stroking over his jaw.“You’re in pain,” Richard protested softly.“So are you.I’m sorry.” The urge to kiss those soft lips washed over Josh in a dizzy rush.He tipped his face up, an electric javelin shooting down to his balls when their lips met.At first, Richard let him lead, his hands flat on the counter behind him, answering Josh’s questing mouth.He opened when Josh ran his tongue over the seam of his lips.Josh plunged inside, plundering every ridge and dip of his mouth [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]