I would like you to try and remember that, when we're dealing with each other. Everyone, everyone in the preternatural community, whatever animal, or thing they are, thinks that I was doing Jean-Claude and you. I trailed my fingers lower, tracing the line of his thigh. After everything we'd done to each other, all the fights, the hurts, and he still trusted me.
I bet, I said. You may hit him here -his hand slid down Nathaniel's back to his buttocks- or here. I was tired tonight. His breath sighed out in one word, Master.
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