I’m too hot, I’m cramping, and I have a burnt tongue.
It’s time to review some bad fiction.
“I see what you mean about being practical,” Micah said.
Anita can’t even rehem a dress. She’s not practical in the slightest. Anita launches into woe mode, as she is such a sociopath.
“I don’t think you’re a sociopath, Anita. I think you do what needs to be done to protect your pard.”
What, like letting them get brutally tortured for hours at a time? She’s such an amazing leader. Micah nods and agrees with everything Anita has ever done (and ever will do) but thinks that Richard is right as well. What do you agree with, Micah? Richard and Anita have opposing viewpoints. You can’t agree with them both – not when the argument is whether a man should die! You can’t half brutally murder Gregory.
It made me tired that Micah agreed with me. I wasn’t in love with him.
What? People can only agree with each other when they’re in romantic love? What? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY?
Micah announces that he is going to shower now but that he wants to sill talk to Anita. Anita is trying to run off and get JC out of prison, but hey, that can wait. Even though JC is the established character and the easiest way to piss off a fanbase is to suddenly proclaim a brand new character the perfectest and bestest and the most important character ever at the expense of established characters. Anyway, he’s showering all that blood away and saying that Anita is the most powerful leopard queen he’s ever ever ever met.
He turns around and Anita can see the great big chunks she ripped out of his flesh. He calls them ‘love bites’ which makes me heave. They’re not healing because wounds inflicted by shapeshifters to shapeshifters take longer to heal.
No. No. The last nine books proved that is bullshit. You have created rules. Follow them.
Anita remembers some continuity and remarks that when she bit Verne in Blue Moon, it was considered horribly rude. But, nope, to wereleopards it means ‘the sex was good’.
So all wereleopard sex has to involve people biting chunks out of each other. Why? Why must all wereleopards be into pain?
They exchange vague talk about how Micah could do great things for the pard based on… him being nude in a shower. Micah says he will be honoured if Anita lets him accompany her to the meeting with Richard tomorrow.
His hands slid downward, trailing white suds over his stomach, his hips, then slid between his legs, working the soap over himself.
Do wereleopards flirt by wanking off in front of you? Because that’s sexual harassment, and I don’t have to take it. Plus, would it kill you to say penis?
I knew from my own experience of getting the stuff off me that you had to scrub more where it had touched you, but his hands stayed until he was slick, thick with bubbles, and partially erect by the time his hands slid to his thighs.
… did you just explain using soap to your audience? what.
Anita just stares with her mouth open. She tries to make her excuses and get away, but Micah says it’s okay to be attracted to him and that as they’re specially born wereleopard leaders, they’re destined to be attracted to each other.
Can you stop writing like a child? Because it’s that level of stupid.
Micah soaps his shoulders. Anita stares at him until the soap slides all the way to his waist.
“You’re an attractive man, naked, covered in soap. I’m human, so sue me.”
Ick. Soap is not sexy. Soap is, you know, soapy. Whipped cream. Chocolate. Strawberries. Those are erotic things to be covered in. Soap… is soapy. It dries your skin out and it burns in intimate areas.
Those huge yellow green eyes suddenly looked perfectly at home in his face.
Where were they before? Floating around his head?
Micah says how amazing and rare it was for them to share their beasts – don’t Anita and Richard do that all the time? – then grabs her and pulls her into the shower.
I was shaking my head, and finally stopped moving with him. He kept pulling on the towel and it unwrapped, starting to slide down my body. I grabbed it, holding it just below my suddenly bare breasts.
“No,” I said, my voice strangled, but I repeated it. “No.”
He stepped him into me, pressing the slick hardness of him against my lower hand and arm. He tried to uncurl my fingers from the towel, and I held on for dear life. “Touch me, Anita, cup me in your hands.”
“I know you want to, I can smell it,” he said.
Arousal DOES NOT mean consent. And I have no idea how this scene differs from the original rapey hardback edition, but this is still pretty fucking rapey. Anita says ‘No’ three times and Micah doesn’t listen to her, just tells her that she wants it so hard fucking luck because she’s going to have sex anyway. She told him no, clearly does not want to have sex with him, but he’s going to just rape her because ~*destiny*~.
FUCK YOU MICAH. I’M WILL CRUSH THAT GIANT DICK OF YOURS BETWEEN TWO BRICKS. I AM FED UP OF READING ABOUT RAPE.
“You’re a stranger. I don’t do strangers.”
“I’m not a stranger. I’m your Nimir-Raj, and you are my Nimir-Ra. We could never be strangers.”
You only met an hour ago. You are strangers. Plus, look, she’s saying NO A FUCKING GAIN.
Micah just starts kissing her and mouth raping her. Anita can taste soap which is disgusting. Licking a soap bar is not my idea of a sexy time. Anita opens her mindlink with JC and he makes her respond to Micah’s sexual overtures.
- Anita said no, but Micah said they must have sex.
- Anita said no, but Micah mouthraped her.
- Anita says no, but JC starts forcing her to enjoy and respond.
- THIS IS RAPE.
- THIS IS RAPE.
- FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP WRITING RAPES.
Micah rubs his cock on her crotch. Anita isn’t really paying attention, as she’s trying to get some answers out of JC. He’s blathering on about how she must feed on his lust and how she now has JC’s demon.
Okay, skip the bolded parts of you have triggers. Because this is really disturbing.
I found I did have a voice and said, “Micah, stop, please stop.”
Micah licked the back of my neck, and I shuddered, pressed against the wet wall.
“Please, Micah, I’m not on birth control.” A clear thought at last.
He bit softly at the back of my neck. “I had myself fixed two years ago. You’re safe with me, Anita.”
“Please, Micah, please don’t.”
He bit harder, just this side of drawing blood. and my body went passive, calm. It was as if he’d hit a switch I didn’t know I had. When he pressed himself inside me, he was slick, and I knew that sometime when I’d been paying attention to Jean-Claude inside my head, he’d spread more soap on himself, allowing that thick hardness to slide more easily inside me.
He pinned me to the wall and slid inside me, one tight inch at a time. It wasn’t that he was long so much as he was wide – wide enough that it was just this side of pain to have him work himself inside me, even with the soap.
I don’t think I’ve ever read a more graphic or realistic rape scene. Because there is no way to argue that as consensual. Anita is begging him to stop, but Micah hurts her until she is quiet and passive. He forces himself inside her and it’s painful. This is rape, and it’s being presented to us as consensual sex. Anita starts to enjoy this as she grows wetter but still says ‘I didn’t want sex’. It reads as a scene from a Victorian book – that it’s not rape of you have a reaction.
No. This is rape. It’s horrible, brutal, and humiliating.
And, DEAR GOD, you should not put soap in your vagina! Sorry, I felt that needed to be commented on. Soap is a terrible lubricant.
I don’t want to look over the rest of the chapter, because LKH is desperately trying to sell this mess as being consensual and that Anita likes it really. It’s not rape if you’re wet, after all. Micah pounds her as hard as he can, because he’s a disgusting rapist cunt, and Anita ‘feeds’ on him.
They hug when he’s done.
I started to cry. He was afraid he’d hurt me, but that wasn’t it. I couldn’t explain the tears to him, because I didn’t want to say it out loud.
She’s crying because she’s now a ‘monster’.
Anita, sweetheart, you’re crying because a stranger brutally raped you while your boyfriend, someone who professes to love you, forced you to enjoy it.
God, I’m welling up. This was appalling.