Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter collection 11-15

by Laurell K. Hamilton

  Thea’s pale face looked surprised, but Samuel looked pleased.

  Auggie laughed an abrupt, very human-sounding laugh, turning me to look at him. “Jean-Claude said you were a breath of fresh air, Anita, but such an honest breeze, I’m not sure we’re up to it.”

  “I like it,” Samuel said.

  “Only because you are hopeless at deceit,” Auggie said.

  Samuel gave him a look. “None of us who have risen to Master of the City is without deceit, old friend.”

  The humor in Auggie’s face softened, and faded. I realized that of almost all the other master vamps I’d ever seen, his face was the most mobile, the most expressive. Now it went suddenly blank the way all the old ones could do. “Fair enough, old friend, but you do prefer honesty.”

  Samuel nodded. “Aye, that I do.”

  “You like honesty?” I said. “Then you are going to love me.”

  There were abrupt laughs from at least two different corners of the room. In one of the corners was Fredo, slumping artfully, his black T-shirt a little bulky in places from all the knives he hid on his body. There were other knives out in plain sight, two huge ones on either hip like an old-time gunslinger. His dark face was set in laughing lines, his black eyes glittering out from the fall of his dark hair.

  The other laugh had come from almost the opposite corner. Claudia was nearly six foot six, the tallest woman I’d ever met, and a serious weight lifter. She made the too-thin Fredo look frail. Her black hair was tied back in its usual tight ponytail. She wore no makeup, and her face was still startling in its beauty. Claudia cared less about looking like a girl than I did. But even with the weight lifting, her body was all woman. Without the extreme height and the muscles, she would have been one of those women who couldn’t go anywhere without getting hit on, or at least leered at. She still got the leers, but most men were afraid of her, and they should have been. She would probably be the only other woman carrying a gun tonight. At the moment her face was soft with the laughter that was still bubbling in her throat. She had a nice laugh, deep and throaty. I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard her laugh before.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked them both.

  “Sorry, Anita,” she said, voice still full of laughter.

  Fredo nodded. “Yeah, sorry, but you, ‘honest’? Jesus, ‘honest’ doesn’t cover it.”

  Micah had to clear his throat sharply, and even Nathaniel’s face was sort of glowing with the effort not to smile at me.

  I fought not to get angry, and finally managed it. Bully for me. “I can lie if I have to.” And even to me it sounded pouty.

  “But it’s not your nature,” Fredo said, which was a little too perceptive for someone who was supposed to be just muscle.

  “He’s right,” Claudia said, and she’d finally managed to control her laughter. “I apologize for the outburst.”

  “She is like you, Samuel,” Thea said, “an honest heart.”

  “That would be a good thing,” he said. And the way he said it made me finally look at some of the other people in his party. My thought about in-laws was a little too accurate with Samuel and Thea: they were offering up their three sons as possible pommes de sang for me. Which I found a little creepy, but all the vamps had patiently explained to me that most of the really old vamps come from a time when arranged marriages between powers was the norm, not the exception.

  The twins were easy to spot, because they were identical. I knew their names: Thomas and Cristos. They had their mother’s white-blond color, but the short careless curls of their father. They were both taller than their father, somewhere around five-ten like Mom. But their bodies were slender, not enough muscle development. I searched their curious faces and found them young. Very young. They had to be legal, or Jean-Claude wouldn’t have agreed, but they didn’t look legal. Maybe merpeople aged slower than humans.

  The other son I wasn’t certain of, because there were two dark-haired men standing behind the love seat. One of them met my eyes bold as brass. The other man wouldn’t meet my gaze; he actually blushed, embarrassed. I was betting that was the son. Maybe he thought it was all as weird as I did.

  “They are lovely, my sons, are they not?” Thea asked, and that brought my attention back to her.

  I wasn’t sure what to say to that, but finally said, “Well, yeah, I guess, I mean, I wasn’t looking at them for that.” I felt the blush crawl up my face and cursed myself for it.

  She smiled. “Let us decide which of us is of higher rank, so I may introduce you to them formally.”

  I thought about it, looked at Micah and Nathaniel. They both shook their heads; they didn’t know either.

  “I have a thought,” Thea said, and the tone in her voice made it clear that she wasn’t sure I’d like it. Her voice was melodious, almost like singing.

  “I’m willing to hear it,” I said.

  “We are animal to call and human servant, but I am married to a Master of the City, and you are not. Would that be a way to decide who is higher rank?”

  “Thea,” Samuel said.

  “No,” I said, “it is a way to decide this. Marriage beats just dating, I’m okay with that.”

  Samuel frowned at me. “We were warned that you had a temper, Ms. Blake.”

  I shrugged. “I do, but Thea’s reasoning is as good a way as any to decide which of us offers up a body part.”

  “You don’t find it insulting to acknowledge her as greater than yourself?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “No.”

  He looked at me, looked at me as if he were trying to see all the way through to my spine. It wasn’t vampire tricks, it was just him trying to decide what I was, or wasn’t. Once I would have squirmed under such a look, but not now. Now I just stood there and gave him calm eyes back.

  Thea made some small movement that drew my attention back to her. She was waiting, outwardly patient, but there was a demand in her. Time to put up, or shut up.

  I offered her my wrist.

  She took my hand in hers, and again her hand was cool in mine. She wrapped her hand around mine, and used it to draw me in toward her body. She wasn’t going to take the wrist, she was going for the neck.

  I didn’t fight, but I did pull back a little.

  She hesitated, giving me those strange black eyes of hers. “If I outrank you, Anita, then it is my choice where to touch.”

  I shook my head. “No, that you’re trying for the neck instead of the wrist means only one of three things: you don’t trust me, you’re showing how big and bad you are, or you’re thinking sex. Which is it, Thea?”

  “The second,” she said. She kept trying to pull me in against her body, and I started to let her. The strength in her one hand let me know that if I really wanted to struggle I’d have a fight on my hands. She was strong, like shapeshifter strong.

  She kept her grip on my wrist as she used her other hand to pull me in against her body, until the two of us were pressed together, not tight, but so our bodies brushed from chest to thighs.

  I had to talk staring at her shoulder. She was just too tall for me. “Why do you want me to know that you’re big and bad?”

  “My wife is very competitive with other women, Anita,” Samuel said. “Surely Jean-Claude mentioned that, as he mentioned your temper to us.”

  “He said something about it, but…” She let go of my wrist so she could slide that arm around my back, pressing me closer to her. Her other hand was sliding up my back toward my hair. But I hadn’t understood what competitive meant, I thought. It took almost everything I had not to tense up as she entwined her body around me, close now, so close, lover close, sex close.

  Her breasts were small and tight, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Eeek. I felt stupid with my arms limp at my sides, and I didn’t really want to encourage her, but…I ended up sort of hugging her just to keep my balance on the damned high heels.

  She leaned her mouth close to my face and whispered, “I do want you to understand that I am superior
to you, Anita, but that is only half my reason.”

  My pulse sped up a little at that. I started to turn to look at her face, but she grabbed a handful of curls and kept my face turned away. I was left staring at the man who had blushed. He looked at me, full face, and he suddenly looked like a younger version of Samuel. How had I not seen it before? He mouthed, I am sorry.

  I had trouble speaking around my pulse now, because I had that bad feeling that something was about to happen. Something I wasn’t going to enjoy. “What’s the other half of your reason?” I asked, voice breathy, holding that edge of nervousness that held a touch of fear.

  “I want to know what you are, Anita,” she whispered, and her breath was warmer than it had been. Her hands were warm now, as if she had caught a sudden fever. It reminded me of the way some of the shapeshifters felt close to the full moon.

  “What’s happening?” I asked, but my voice was only a whisper.

  Her fingers entwined through my hair until she held my face immobile with her strong hands, and I could feel the heat of her fingers through my hair. She drew her face back from my neck, and stared down at me. She held my face tilted up to her as if for a kiss. “Are you truly what they say you are?”

  I struggled to swallow so I could whisper, “What do they say I am?”

  “Succubus,” she whispered as she lowered her face toward mine. I knew in that instant that she was going to kiss me. “I am seeking another of my kind, Anita. Are you what I seek?” And with the last word she closed her mouth over mine.

  6

  HER MOUTH WAS warm, so warm against mine. Warm like hot chocolate. Something you wanted to open your mouth and sip from. It wasn’t my idea, opening my mouth, it was hers. Somehow, it was her thought in my head. I didn’t like that, not one little bit. The not liking helped me keep my mouth closed tight. She drew back enough to whisper, “Do not fight me.”

  I heard voices around us arguing. Help was coming, I just had to hold on. I just had to hold my shields in place and not let her do what she was trying to do. Just hold on, that was all. I’d held on when help was miles away; now it was just inches. I could do this.

  She’d tried gentle persuasion, mind games, they hadn’t worked. She tried force. She kissed me so hard, that either I opened my mouth to her, or she was going to cut my lip on my own teeth. If she’d been a man I would have just let her kiss me—was I really this homophobic? If she hadn’t whispered through my mind that she wanted me to open my mouth, I might have done it, but she wanted it too badly. Part of me was just that stubborn, but part of me was afraid of why she wanted it so badly. I knew she was a siren, a sort of uber-mermaid. I knew that some of her magic dealt with seduction and sex. I knew that she could control the other mermaids. I knew all sorts of things from talks with Jean-Claude; what I didn’t know was why she wanted me to open my mouth.

  Her kiss bruised my mouth and I tasted blood, sweet, metallic candy on my tongue. The moment I tasted the blood, it hurt. She’d cut the inside of my lip on my own teeth.

  She drew back. “Why fight so hard simply not to kiss me back? Are you so much a hater of women?”

  I tried to shake my head, but she still held my face immobile. “Why do you want me to open my mouth? What difference does it make to you?”

  “You are strong, Anita, so strong. The walls of your inner tower are high, and wide, but not impenetrable.”

  I was getting angry, and I wasn’t sure what that would do to my inner tower and its walls. I did not want the beast to rise while we were still doing introductions. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, but said what my anger wanted me to say; I just wasn’t angry when I said it. “Either let me go, or breach those walls, but either way this ends.”

  “How so?”

  “I’ve done all that vampire etiquette requires, so either let me go, or I call in my guards and they force you to let me go.”

  “Do you need help to break free of me?” she asked, and her voice was singsong again.

  “Unless I’m willing to shoot you, yes.”

  Graham came close enough to say quietly, “Say the word, Anita, and we move her.” He sounded eager, or angry. I guess I couldn’t blame him. This whole thing had gone beyound grandstanding to just plain rude.

  Samuel came to our side. “Thea, this is not the way.”

  She turned her head and looked at him. “Then what is the way?”

  “Perhaps you could simply ask.”

  A look crossed her face, as if that would never have occurred to her, then she laughed, a high wild sound, and for a second I thought I heard the laughter of seagulls. “So simple, my darling Samuel, so simple.” She released the grip on my hair so I could move my neck, which was a relief. She stayed entwined around me, but not so forcefully. We were still too close for comfort, but it was more friendly. “My deepest apologies, Anita; it has been so long since I met anyone who could withstand my desires that I simply kept trying to force. Forgive me.”

  “Let me go, and I will.”

  She gave that laugh again, and it wasn’t my imagination. When she laughed I heard the sound that herring gulls make, and the whisper of surf. She let me go, stepped back. The moment she moved back the tension level in the room plummeted. All the guards on every side had thought the flags were about to go up. Me, too.

  She bowed. “My deepest apologies. I underestimated you, and I am ashamed of my actions.”

  “I accept your apology.”

  She stood and regarded me with those black eyes in that pale white and gold face, as if some delicate porcelain doll had the eyes of a movie demon. “You know that we are offering our sons as your pommes de sang.”

  I nodded. “Jean-Claude told me, and I’m honored.” Actually it creeped me out, but I understood that it was supposed to be an honor.

  “But do you know why?”

  That stopped me, because the answer was, “Jean-Claude said you wished for a stronger alliance between our two kisses.”

  “We do”—Samuel joined his wife—“but there is a reason that my wife was so adamant that we bring all three of our sons to your table.”

  “And that reason would be what?” I wanted to just skip this until I had more vampire backup, but I didn’t think I’d get the choice.

  Micah was suddenly at my side, taking my hand. I felt better. I wasn’t alone. We could do this. We didn’t have vamps, but we had each other. Nathaniel came in at my back, not quite taking my other hand in case I needed it for weapon grabbing, but close enough that he was a line of heat at my back. Better and better.

  “I am a siren,” Thea said.

  I nodded. “I know.”

  “Do you understand what that means among my kind?”

  “I know that most mermaids who exhibit siren abilities are killed by the other merpeople before they can reach their full power.”

  “Do you know why?”

  “Because in full power you can control the merpeople magically.”

  “As a necromancer can control all types of undead,” Thea said.

  I shrugged. “Yeah, I have some control over a lot of undead, but it’s not perfect control, and it doesn’t work on everyone.”

  “Nor does mine work on every merperson, though it works on many. But do you know what the basis of that control is?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “Sex, or seduction perhaps.”

  I crooked an eyebrow at her. “What does that mean exactly in this context?”

  “It means that I hold something similar to the ardeur that you and Jean-Claude share. It attracts both my kind and mortals to me, as the ardeur attracts the dead and apparently lycanthropes and mortals to you.”

  I frowned at her. “Yeah, a lot of guys want a full taste of the ardeur once they get a small taste.” I fought not to look for Graham when I said it. “But they aren’t attracted to me because of it.”

  She gave that gull-and-surf laugh again. “You do not know what you are, Anita. The ardeur alone does not make you a
succubus, or Jean-Claude an incubus. I have met others with the ardeur, but fewer with that next level of power. You have it. Your master has it. People are drawn to you because of it. The very touch of your skin can be addictive.”

  I gave her a look. “Like the touch of your skin is supposed to be addictive?”

  “Yes.”

  I fought not to smile, but didn’t quite succeed. I licked the cut she’d made in my lip, and said, “No insult meant, but I don’t crave your touch.”

  “No, you fought me. You won.”

  “What do you want from me?”

  “I believe that my sons have inherited my powers, but there is only one way for a siren to be fully born. Another siren must bring them into their power.”

  I saw where this was going, or was afraid I did. “Let me guess: the only way to bring them over is to have sex.”

  She nodded.

  “You can’t find another siren to do the job for you?”

  “I am the last of my kind, Anita. I am the last siren. Unless you have the power to awaken my sons.”

  Micah squeezed my hand tighter. Nathaniel moved in so that our bodies touched from shoulder to hip. “Okay, if we’re being honest, I’m a little disturbed by your pimping out your sons to me.”

  “What does ‘pimping out’ mean?” she asked.

  I sighed. Great, one of those moments when you really don’t want to explain the slang. Nathaniel said, “It means to sell someone else for sexual purposes.”

  She frowned, then said, “I cannot truly argue the definition. I wish you to have sex with my sons, and it will gain us both a stronger alliance. They will gain power from it. So, if that is selling, I cannot argue this ‘pimping out.’”

  “But if you are only a carrier of the ardeur and not a true succubus, then you cannot do what Thea wishes,” Samuel said.

  I looked at them both. “And how do we find out if I’ve got what Thea wants?” I couldn’t keep the suspicion out of my voice.