"Sharon Green - Terrillian 4 - Warrior Challenged" - читать интересную книгу автора (Green Sharon)

of a grin in his eyes, one hand stroking my arm. "To refuse the invitation of
one's host to a meal, or even to appear later than the appointed time, is to
give insult to one who has given hospitality. That you find great joy in
squirming beneath me is known to me, yet were you given such joy when we
awoke, and will be given the same again later. Might Rellis not be given a
small portion of the attention which is rightfully yours, in return for the
welcome we have had in his house?"

The grin had by that time spread to his face, most likely due to the way I was
blushing I wouldn't have described my enjoyment quite the way he had, and it
was enough to make me back off in embarrassment just the way he'd wanted me to
do. I was learning that he didn't have to hand out orders to make me obey him,
and the revelation was less of an interesting discovery than a nasty surprise.

"I'm thinking about hating you," I stated as I leaned both arms on his chest
to look straight down at him, trying to put a growl in my voice. "I'm also
thinking about raping you."

"Should you find it possible, you have my permission to do so," he came back
with a broadened grin and a chuckle, his eyes shining. "I am now aware that
you would find the first as difficult to achieve as the second. Are you
prepared as yet to discuss the reason for your displeasure with my efforts to
learn?"

"I'll be glad to discuss my reasons," I agreed with annoyance, wishing I could
find a way to rape that big hulk of a warrior. "Your efforts were unacceptable
because they didn't have any-" I quickly lowered my face to his shoulder, sank
my teeth into it hard enough for him to feel, then raised my head to his
startled outrage and finished, "-bite."

"Perhaps, woman, it would be best if I were to fetch a switch after all," he
growled angrily. The look in his eyes hardened as he began projecting that
deadly promise effect, but I'd been expecting it and was already shielding.

"There, that's what you were missing!" I pounced, my pointing finger startling
him out of the anger. "You have enough strength to project any emotion you
like, but the only ones that get that strength are the emotions of violence.
You have to learn to push behind the others just as you do with anger and
outrage; otherwise you're wasting your time."

"I dislike your manner of evoking the reactions you seek," he grumbled,
bringing one hand up to rub at his bitten shoulder, his eyes still displeased
with me but lacking that you've-had-it outrage which usually means I'm in
trouble. "How am I to put strength behind those feelings which normally have
no strength of their own?"

"All emotions have strength of their own," I retorted, leaning down again to
kiss the place where I'd bitten, at the same time using pain control. There
hadn't been that much pain to begin with, but kissing-it-to-make-it-better
takes on new meaning when a Prime empath indulges in it, something that made