"James Patrick Kelly - Big Guy" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kelly James Patrick)

тАЬBut you'll lose Cat.тАЭ She leaned forward. Her tongue scratched at the smooth skin between his legs.
тАЬShe can be anything, do anything. I'm locked into what I really am.тАЭ

тАЬI love CatтАФand Big Guy. But I'm ready to give them up if you are.тАЭ

Her breath burned him like steam.

тАЬIt's time,тАЭ he said. тАЬTell me your name.тАЭ

тАЬYes.тАЭ Her eyes seemed to get very deep. тАЬOh, yes. But first, I have to taste you.тАЭ
 She stretched as if just waking up. Crouching on all fours, she arched her back, holding the upward
thrust at its peak. Then the shape of her body changed. She slid her hands forward and raised her rear
end, like she wanted him to take her from behind. Her spine rippled. She seemed to grow larger.

тАЬIt'll hurt at first.тАЭ Her head swayed back and forth hypnotically. тАЬBut then I'll close the pain gates in your
brain. Afterward will be all pleasure.тАЭ Her splayed fingers folded and knit themselves into short furry
stumps. Her nails flowed like honey, pinched into cruel hooks.

тАЬHurt?тАЭ He saw her muscles bunch as she gathered herself. Everything seemed so slow. Like a dream.
He tried to tell her not to. He wanted to hurl himself out of her way but he was tangled in his own pants.
She sprang.

The impact knocked him onto his side. Her claws raked his shoulder and he almost fainted from the
pain. It was as if his nerves had frozen and were shattering into razor shards. Then she was on top of him.
She howled in his ear, bit into the side of his neck, shook him. With that first shake, the pain changed. He
heard himself scream but it was the sound of ecstasy. He tried to scrabble away into the corn. Stalks
rustled and thrashed at him. Terror was his bliss. She pounced on his back, brought him down, worried
at the back of his neck. New wounds spurted like multiple orgasms. He tried to heave her off him and
saw the warm soil darken beneath them.

тАЬI'm bleeding,тАЭ he moaned.

тАЬGood for the corn.тАЭ She caught him a blow that drove his face into the ground. She put one paw on his
head, the other on his back. Her weight caressed the breath from his lungs. тАЬSleep now, Murph.тАЭ

She knew just what he needed. He was tired of Way Out, yes. He needed to sleep. Just before she
gave him the killing bite, Murph realized that he had never been more alive.
****

His cabin was dark. He woke to the light of his clock. 03:21:35, 03:21:36. His first thought was that he
had one hour and fifty-six minutes left. His next was that he had died. Cat had killed him. He picked at
the memory and found it still gave him deep and scary pleasure.

тАЬMessages?тАЭ He stripped off a brain tap.

The right wall displayed the mail queue. Ads, bills, Dennis the acupuncturist's August payment, funeral
notice for poor Noonan. Nothing. He couldn't stop thinking about Cat. How she'd gotten rid of Ghatak.
The way she'd said yes.Oh, yes . But how could they meet now? Then he remembered.