Elen1985: переводы

→Raum smiled. “Alone at last.”

→The demon was at the door before she could yank it back open, the sulfur scent emanating from him almost choking her.

→Raum rounded the corner of the bedroom. “Hello.”

→Denise was still lashing herself when she closed the door to her room. She leaned against it in weariness—and then wrinkled her nose. What was that smell?

→By the time the elevator opened on her floor, that previous, heated need was gone and she was disgusted with herself. She’d practically begged Spade to take her right there in the snow. Was that why he’d been thrown into a feeding frenzy? Had her lust-crazed reaction pushed him past the normal control a vampire had? And what was wrong with her, responding like some sort nympho from a vampire bite? Yes, it had been well over a year since she’d had sex, but that didn’t explain the intensity of her reaction.

→A dash across the street revealed the sign she’d been looking for. The Plaza. Denise fumbled in her skirt pocket, glad she’d stuck her room key in there instead of her coat at the beginning of the night, and ducked inside the ornate doors. She kept her head down, holding her hair over the bloodstained spot on her neck, and made it into the elevators without any of the employees calling the police. The early hour probably helped; the few people Denise passed looked sleepy when she glanced at them.

→Denise ignored her lingering dizziness and ran for all she was worth, bursting through the same part of the park she recognized as where they’d entered from. She glanced around wildly, hearing more branches snap above her. Then she ran toward what she hoped was the street Spade had pointed to earlier.

→“Faster,” his unmistakable voice snarled.

→A crashing noise directed her gaze up. It was dark, but she could make out something big jumping impossibly high up from tree to tree. Was Spade following her? A sick fear lurched in her stomach, covering the sensual warmth that had so recently filled her. Was he hunting her?

→She turned and staggered away. Soon she was back on the path, heading in what she hoped was the same direction they’d entered from. The hotel was on the next street, Spade had said.

→“Go.”

→The feral hunger in his gaze finally penetrated through her haze of dizziness and lust. She managed to get to her feet, still holding her neck and feeling the wetness between her fingers. Spade’s eyes were transfixed there, his mouth pulling back in a snarl that revealed fangs so long and sharp, his face looked more animal than man.

→“Run,” Spade said tightly. “Run away from me right now, or I will drink you to death.”

→He started toward her, and then flung himself backward so hard, he hit a tree. It tilted with an ominous creak.

→His eyes were blazing green while blood dripped from his mouth. She reached for her neck. A slow trickle met her fingers. It throbbed with the same demanding ache she felt between her legs.

→“Stay away.”

→He tore his mouth from her throat, somehow crouched several feet from her in the next instant. The sudden absence of his weight and that luscious feel of his body pressing into hers left her confused. She reached out to him, only to have his growl stop her.

→“Spade,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering, the treetops and stars blinking in and out of her vision.

→The resulting heat in her loins exceeded the fire running through her veins. She dug her nails into his back at the next twist from his hips, rocking with him to feel more of that incredible friction. A sweet dizziness filled her as he drew more strongly on her neck, holding her in a grip she couldn’t break—and didn’t want to.

→He yanked her closer, then rolled on top of her when even that proximity didn’t seem to be enough. Denise’s gasp turned into a moan at the feel of him pressing her down with a wonderful, hungry urgency. His hips aligned with hers at his next suction. Then he rubbed against her, the hard bulge in his pants sensually grinding between her legs.