Succubs on Top

better with mortals than immortals. My charisma and glamour had less effect on this group, which meant I had to think harder about odds and strategy.

Peter scurried around during the game, attempting to play and watch his meal at the same time. It wasn't easy, since he insisted on wearing sunglasses while playing, which then had to be removed while he checked the food. When I commented on how this would be my second fancy dinner in two nights, he nearly had a fit.

'Whatever. Nothing you had last night will even compare to this duck I've made. Nothing.'

'I don't know about that. I went to the Metropolitan Grill.'

Hugh whistled. 'Whoa. I wondered where you got the glow from. When a guy takes you to the Met, you can't really help but put out, huh?'

'The glow's from a different guy,' I said uncomfortably, not really wanting to be reminded of a tryst I'd had this morning, even if it had been pretty hot. 'I went to the Met with Seth.' The memory of last night's dinner brought a smile to my face, and I suddenly found myself rambling. 'You should have seen him. He actually didn't wear a T-shirt for once, though I'm not sure it made a difference. The shirt he did have on was all wrinkled, and he couldn't really tie the tie. Plus, when I first got there, he had his laptop out on the table. He'd shoved everything else aside—napkins, wineglasses. It was a mess. The waiters were horrified.'

Four sets of eyes stared at me.

'What?' I demanded. 'What's wrong?'

'You are,' said Hugh. 'You're a glutton for punishment.'

Cody smiled. 'Not to mention totally love struck. Listen to yourself.'

'She's not in love with him,' said Peter. 'She's in love with his books.'

'No I'm—' The words died on my lips, mainly because I wasn't sure what I wanted to argue. I didn't want them to think I only loved the books, but I wasn't entirely sure I loved Seth yet either. Our relationship had blossomed with remarkable speed, but sometimes, I worried what I actually loved was the idea of him loving me.

'I can't believe you guys are still doing the sexless-dating thing,' continued Hugh.

My temper flared. I'd already taken this from Jerome; I didn't need to hear it here too.

'Look, I don't want to talk about this if you guys are just going to nag me, okay? I'm tired of everyone telling me how crazy it is.'

Peter shrugged. 'I don't know. It's not that crazy. You always hear about these married couples who never have sex anymore. They survive. This would be almost the same thing.'

'Not with our girl.' Hugh shook his head. 'Look at her. Who wouldn't want to have sex with her?'

They all looked again, making me squirm.

'Hey,' I protested, feeling the need to clear up a point. 'That's not the problem. He wants to, okay? He's just not going to. There's a difference.'

'Sorry,' said Hugh. 'I'm just not buying it. He can't be with you in the clothes you wear and not crack. Even if he could, no guy could handle his woman seeing as much action as you do.'

It was a well-worn point in my mind, the same Jerome had made, the one that worried me more than our ability to keep our hands off each other. One of my greatest nightmares involved having a conversation akin to: Sorry, Seth. I can't go out tonight. I have to go work this married guy I met, so I can get him to sleep with me, thus leading him further and further down the road to damnation while I suck away part of his life. Maybe when I'm done, you and I can catch a late movie.

'I don't want to talk about this,' I repeated. 'We're doing just fine. End of story.'

Silence fell, save for the sound of cards and money hitting the table. Glancing around, I saw Carter watching me levelly. Only he had stayed out of the Seth bashing. This didn't surprise me. The angel usually just listened until he could interject some sarcastic or esoteric quip. This used to infuriate me, but recent events had changed my attitude toward him. I still didn't fully understand him or know if I could trust him, but I had come to respect him.

Troubled by the scrutiny, I glanced back down and discovered I finally had a respectable hand after several rounds of shit. Three of a kind. Not the greatest but passable. I raised high, wanting to get the others out before more cards came into play and made my hand less passable.

My strategy worked on the vampires. The next card fell. Seven of spades. Hugh scowled and folded when I raised again. I waited for Carter to drop out as well, but instead, he reraised further.

I hesitated only a moment before calling. As the last card was about to play, I puzzled over what the angel might have and whether I could beat it. A pair? Two pair? Ah. The last card came out. Another spade. There was now a strong possibility he had a flush. That would beat me. Still hoping I could bluff him out, I raised even more. He reraised me again, more than doubling my initial bet.

That was a lot of money to add, especially considering what I'd already put in. Centuries of investments kept me pretty comfortable, but that didn't mean I had to be stupid. What did he have? It had to be the flush. Balking, I folded.

With a pleased grin, he swept in the massive pot. When he tossed his hand over to the discard pile, the cards' edges caught, making them flip over. Two of diamonds. Eight of clubs.

'You…you bluffed!' I cried. 'You had nothing!'

Carter wordlessly lit a cigarette.

I looked to the others for confirmation. 'He can't do that.'

'Hell, I've been doing it for half this game,' said Hugh, borrowing Carter's lighter. 'Not that it's done me any good.'

'Yeah…but…he's, you know. An angel. They can't lie.'

'He didn't lie. He bluffed.'

Cody considered, twisting a piece of his blond hair around one finger. 'Yeah, but bluffing is still dishonest.'

'It's implied lying,' said Peter.

Hugh stared at him. ''Implied lying?' What the fuck does that mean?'

I watched Carter stack his money and made a face at him. You'd think an angel who hung around with employees of evil would be a good influence, but at times, he seemed worse than we were. 'Enjoy your thirty pieces of silver, Judas.'

He gave me a mock hat tip while the others argued on.

Suddenly, like a row of dominoes, conversation steadily dropped. Carter felt it first, of course, but he merely arched an eyebrow, as indifferent as ever. Then came the vampires with their heightened reflexes and sensitivity. They exchanged glances and looked toward the door. Finally, seconds later, Hugh and I sensed it as well.

'What is that?' Cody frowned, staring across the room. 'It's sort of like Georgina but not.'

Hugh followed the young vampire's gaze, face mildly speculative. 'Incubus.'

I had already known that, of course. The signatures we all carried differed by creature. Vampires felt different from imps, just as imps felt different from succubi. If one knew an immortal well enough, one could also pick up on an individual's unique attributes. I was the only succubus who inspired sensations of silk and tuberose perfume. In a room full of vampires, I would have been able to quickly determine if Cody or Peter were present.

Likewise, I immediately knew there was an incubus approaching Peter's door, and I knew exactly which incubus it was. I would have known his signature anywhere, even after all this time. The fleeting feel of velvet on the skin. A whispered scent of rum, almond, and cinnamon.

Not even realizing I'd gotten up, I flung the door open, staring with delight at the same fox-faced features and mischievous eyes I'd last seen over a century ago.

'Hello, ma  Fleur ,' he said.

CHAPTER 2

'Bastien,' I breathed, still disbelieving. 'Bastien!'

I threw my arms around him, and he lifted me up like I weighed nothing, twirling me around. When he gently