Something I did raised Auggie up off the ground as their mouths touched,
We don't need to know what this is. We just need to know that it's something. Anita did something.
My body reacted for me; the sight of them kissing just flat did it for me. I’ve been told that it’s how a lot of men feel about seeing two women kiss. Why should I be any different?
You know, maybe it's because it's them kissing. It's a moment that is, in theory, completely theirs. They are not permitting you to watch. You're just kind of there, and you're getting off on something that doesn't involve you.
This is not sexy. It's creepy and a little disgusting. I so did not wake up today thinking "Gee, I wonder what being inside the head of a Peeping Tom feels like."
LKH then does that whole "His body" thing to describe a man's penis, and it kind of backfires because she's talking about his body--specifically, his abs--in the start of the paragraph, and then we're talking about kissing up the hard curve of his body and it took me a second to understand the hard curve was actually a penis. There's a reason genitalia have names. It's so we avoid the confusion of going from navel to head without a transitory phrase.
Anita then starts describing giving a blow job, which is actually something I can't read due to personal issues, so I'm going to assume it's a thrillingly beautiful description of giving head and leave it at that.
...and now we're in full on homo-erotica. I did not expect that. Neither, apparently, did Anita, seeing as how Auggie was spelunking Anita's cavern with his johnson at the time.
And just in case we had any hope whatsoever for Anita being a heroine, we get this paragraph:
We didn’t just feed off Augustine, we fed off all his people in our territory. I felt Haven, the werelion, spasm against the floor, where he still lay in the fallen curtains. I felt Benny, behind the wheel of a car, lose control and have to screech to the side of the highway. Pierce fell against a wall and slid to the floor, his body spasming. Octavius collapsed on the stairs, choking, clawing at the stone, breaking his nails to bloody bits to try to keep it from happening. But nothing could save them, any of them. If we’d been in Chicago we could have fed off every beast and vamp that owed allegiance to Auggie, and he would have let us. For this pleasure he would have sold what was left of his soul and the souls of everyone who worked for him.
The fucking Great Old Ones are not half as terrifying as that. LOOK AT THAT. One of 'em has orgasms in curtains. Fine. ANOTHER ONE HAS IT BEHIND THE WHEEL. NO WARNINGS. Next time there's a five car pileup in St. Louis, I guess it's 'cause Anita and JC bumped uglies. THE TEXT ITSELF SAYS THAT THIS IS SOMETHING THAT PEOPLE NEED TO BE SAVED FROM.
ANITA. JUST RAPED DOZENS OF PEOPLE FROM A DISTANCE. AND SHE CONTEMPLATES RAPING AN ENTIRE FUCKING CITY.
But it's all okay, because Anita is unselfishly broadcasting that power to HER people, and they're all hunky-dory with this.
End of chapter.