Succubs on Top

detrimental succubus effects. He listened with bemusement as I pointed out historical inaccuracies, most of which involved how much dirtier and smellier the Roman Empire had been.

When it finished, we turned off the television and sat together in the dark. Seth stroked the side of my face, sifting through the strands of my hair and occasionally brushing my cheek with his fingers. A small gesture, yet when that was all you could do with another person, it became startlingly erotic.

I looked up at him. I knew what I saw when I studied him. He was everything I could want and everything I couldn't have. The steady, loving companion I'd pined for all these years. I wondered what he saw with me. The expression he wore now seemed fond. Admiring. And a little sad.

'But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair ow’st;

Nor shall Death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. '

'Sonnet Eighteen,' I murmured, thinking he recited beautifully. Hell, forget his recitation skills. How many guys in this age of instant messaging even knew Shakespeare anymore? His amused little half-smile played over his face.

'Clever and beautiful. How could any man settle for a mortal woman?'

'Easily,' I returned. My friends' misgivings suddenly loomed up in me. 'You could, you know.'

He blinked, and his rapt look faded, giving way to exasperation. 'Oh. Not this discussion again.'

'I'm serious—'

'And so am I. I don't want to be with anyone else right now. I've told you that a hundred times. Why do we keep talking about this?'

'Because you know we can't—'

'Nobuts.Give me some credit for being able to control myself. Besides, I'm not with you for sex. You know that. I'm with you to be with you.'

'How can that be enough?' It never had been for any other man I'd known.

'Because…because…' He tipped my chin up with his hand, the emotion in those eyes making my insides melt. 'Because being with you feels so right…like it's always been meant to be. You make me believe in a higher power for once in my life.'

I closed my eyes and put my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating. He wrapped me to him, his embrace warm and solid, and I felt like I couldn't get close enough to him. Probably I should have let the discussion go then, but one more thing was still on my mind tonight. After all, I had a gold-embossed certificate sitting on my counter.

'Even if you can control yourself…even if you can stay celibate, you know I won't be.'

The words hurt coming out, but my mouth's control switch didn't always function so well. Besides, I didn't want anything standing between us.

'I don't care.' But I felt his hold on me stiffen a little.

'Seth, you will—'

'Thetis, I don't care. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters except what happens between you and me.'

The fierceness in his voice—a contrast to his normal placidity—thrilled me, but it was not that that made me give up the argument. It was the word 'Thetis.' Thetis. Thetis the shape-shifting goddess. The shape-shifter wooed and won by a steadfast mortal. Seth had coined the name for me when he learned I was a succubus, when he'd first insinuated that my infernal standing was not a deterrent.

I pulled him closer. Don't look down.

We went to bed shortly thereafter, Aubrey snuggling up at our feet. The feel of Seth's body curled by mine under the covers was tantalizing, a cruel whisper of the restrictions around us.

I sighed and tried to think of something other than how nice he felt or how great it would be if he slid his hand up my shirt. I grinned as a most unsexual sentiment came to mind.

'I want pancakes.'

'What? Right now?'

'No. For breakfast.'

'Oh.' He yawned. 'You'd better get up early then.'

'Me? I'm not going to make them.'

'Yeah?' His sleepy voice carried mock sympathy. 'Who's going to make them for you then?'

'You are.'

It was a well-known fact—at least to Seth and me—that he made the best pancakes known to mankind. They always came out perfect, light and fluffy. Through some kitchen magic, he even managed to put smiley faces on them when he made them for me. Once he'd even puta Gon one. I'd assumed it was for my name, but later, he'd sworn it stood for 'goddess.'

'Am I?' His lips brushed my earlobe; his breath was warm against my skin. 'You think I'm going to make you pancakes? Is that how you think it's going to be?'

'You're so good at,' I whined. 'Besides, if you do, I'll sit on the counter in a short robe while you cook.' Oops. Maybe pancakes could become sexual after all.

His soft laughter segued into another yawn. 'Oh. Well then.' He kissed my ear again. 'Maybe I'll make you pancakes. '

His breathing grew slow and regular, the tension in his body easing. Soon he slept, not troubled or tempted in the least by having me in his arms.

I sighed again. He was right; he did have self-control. If he could do this, surely I could too. I closed my eyes and waited for exhaustion to take over. Fortunately, it didn't waste any time; staying up late will do that to you. Maybe that was the real key to sleeping chastely.

I woke up in his arms hours later, hearing the ever-so-faint sounds of bad seventies music drifting through the wall. One of my neighbors felt the need to do aerobics to the Bee Gees every day around lunchtime. Certifiable insanity.

Wait. Lunchtime?

I sat bolt upright, panic jolting me into full consciousness as I assessed the situation. My bed. Seth sprawled beside me. The full roar of traffic outside. Clear, winter sunlight pouring through the window—a lot of sunlight.

Fearing the worst, I looked at the nearest clock. It was 12:03.

Groaning silently, I groped on the floor for my cell phone, wondering why no one had yet called me in to work. Looking at the phone's display, I realized I'd turned the ringer off during the movie. Seven new voice mail messages, the phone read. So much for pancakes. Tossing the phone back down, I looked over at Seth, the cuteness of him in a T-shirt and flannel boxers momentarily allaying my frustration.

I shook him, wishing I could just crawl back under the covers with him. 'Wake up. I've got to go.'

He blinked up at me drowsily, further increasing his appeal. Aubrey wore a similar look. 'Huh? Too… early.'

'Not that early. I'm late for work.'

He stared at me blankly for a few seconds and then sat up nearly as rapidly as I had. 'Oh. Oh man.'

'It's all right. Let's go.'

He disappeared into the bathroom, and I shape-shifted my appearance once more, turning the pajamas into a red sweater and black skirt, my loose hair into a neat bun. I hated doing this so often, much preferring to rifle through my own closet. Shape-shifting also burned through my energy stash that much more quickly, requiring more frequent victims. Unfortunately, time-crunches call for certain sacrifices.

When Seth returned, he did a double take at my appearance and shook his head. 'Still can't get used to that.'

I expected him to go home and sleep, but he went with me to the bookstore. Its coffee shop was his favorite place to write. As we walked into Emerald City Books andCafe,I breathed a sigh of relief that neither my manager Paige nor Warren, the store owner, appeared to be around. Still, business had already opened for the day without me, and my chipper, morning-people coworkers made it impossible to sneak in without notice.