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a little more white than his skin. He lay soft, not ready between his legs.
    Jean-Claude had to clear his throat to say, “You haven’t fed yet.”
    “I knew I would have Anita waiting for me, why would I want to feed on anyone else?”
    Since one of Asher’s vampire gifts was the ability to make his bite orgasmic, I couldn’t really argue with his reasoning. “Works for me,” I whispered.
    “Good,” Asher said, and dropped the thong on the floor. He used those long legs to simply step into the tub and let the water come up to his waist, soaking the bottom of the white shirt. As he moved deeper into the water the cloth clung to his body and turned opaque so that it didn’t so much hide but accentuate his body like wonderful impromptu lingerie.
    He went to his knees and then suddenly submerged his upper body completely so when he stood back up the shirt clung to every curve and swell of his body. It showed the lean muscle of him, the slender waist and hips, the broad shoulders, the difference in skin texture from one side of his chest and stomach to the other, because the Church that had killed their Julianna had also used holy water to try and burn the devil out of Asher. Holy water was like acid on vampire flesh, and the scars were rougher under the wet cloth, but I loved that he was willing to flaunt his body like that, all of his body. He was still using his hair to hide the right side of his face where they’d scarred him so long ago. He was a master at using his hair, shadows, to hide his scars while still showing off his unscarred half. He traced his hands down the wet cloth, and my gaze followed his hands like it was meant to do, mesmerized as he caressed down the front of his body. His hands slid down toward his groin, which was just at water level, so that when he cupped his hands to play with himself, the view was half in the water and half out. I knew what I wanted to do next.
    He laughed, rich, arrogant, so happily full of himself, and he didn’t need any vampire powers to make me shiver happily. Jean-Claude shifted in the water as he held me. It made me glance at his face, to find a look that mirrored my own; we were both appreciating the show.
    “I love that you both look at me like that. That you both want me.”
    “Who wouldn’t want you?” I asked.
    He smiled down at me then, but it wasn’t just lust in it, or even being pleased with himself; it held something more tender than either. “Thank you,
ma Chou
. That you truly believe that means even more. Trust me, there are those who see me as spoiled.”
    “They’re fools,” I said, gazing up as he towered over us, looking like an ad for some high-class erotic magazine.
    He laughed again, and this time it did hold his power, so that the sound of it danced down my body, made me shiver in Jean-Claude’s arms. But since my legs were still wrapped around his waist, it made certain parts of me rub against the solidness of his body. It made me want to rub against him, but there were other, much better ways of doing it. The possibilities with both Asher and Jean-Claude in the tub with me were almost endless. Anticipation began to do a lot of the prep work for me. Just thinking about what I’d done with them in the past, knowing their skills, sped my pulse just a little.
    Asher knelt in the water so that it came to just below his nipples, which showed like slightly darker circles behind the wet shirt. I unwound my legs from Jean-Claude and the two of us moved toward Asher. We separated and came in from both sides, as if we meant to outflank him. The water that only reached their upper chests was to my chin on my knees, so that I half swam toward him.
    “Who’s topping whom tonight?” Asher asked in a voice that had already gone slightly lower. He gazed at me, half lost in the water, then back to Jean-Claude, bare-chested and so close.
    “I thought we’d top
ma petite
together,” Jean-Claude said.
    They both looked at me. It was a predatory