Kiss The Dead

I went up on tiptoe to meet him, his body and chest wrapping around me, so it was like sliding up between all that muscle to reach his lips, and kiss. The kiss was gentle, and then he turned us so that his broad back was all that Gina, Harold, and little Chance would see. Nicky changed the kiss from gentle to something with tongue and teeth, until my fingers tensed in his back and I fought against digging nails into him where they’d see. I drew back, my voice breathy. “Enough, Nicky, enough.”

He grinned down at me. “I may never be your main honey-bun, but I love that you react to me like that.”

My vampire powers came through Jean-Claude, and he was descended from the bloodline of Belle Morte, Beautiful Death, and her power was seduction and sex, but something had changed between her and Jean-Claude, so that his power wasn’t just sex, but had love in there somewhere, and my power went further in that direction, like some kind of vampire dating evolution. Belle had been able to make her “victims” obsessed with her, addicted to her, and she felt very little in return, but Jean-Claude had to be careful not to care too much when he used his vampire powers, and Nicky had been one of the last of my victims where I hadn’t had enough control to save myself completely. It felt good to touch Nicky, good to have his arms wrapped around me. If you hadn’t had anything to compare it to, you’d think it was love, as in True Love, but it wasn’t. It was more a kind of obsession, and no matter what the movies and books say, obsession isn’t love, though as he held me, face shining with the kiss, my heartbeat still rapid from the touch of his lips, it was kind of hard to tell the difference. I didn’t feel about him the way that I felt about Nathaniel, or Micah, or Jean-Claude, but did that really make it not love, or just love of a different kind? I tried to stop poking at what love was, and wasn’t, but… sometimes you just gotta poke the badger with the spoon; I’d just learned not to poke it too often. Badgers get pissy when you poke them too much.

Part of the power of the ardeur, the fire of Belle Morte’s line, was that you could control someone only as much as you were willing to be controlled, only force them to love you as much as you loved them, only make them lust for you as much as you were willing to burn for them. Belle Morte hadn’t had that side effect, but Jean-Claude had an edge of it that he could control; I had more problems, but then I was still alive, still human. Maybe that made it harder for me to be cold enough to force someone to want me, love me, without risking my own libido and heart?

Nicky moved out of my arms and Cynric moved into them. I was suddenly looking up into his blue eyes with their circle of navy blue around the pupils and the pale sky blue in its outer ring of color. The morning sunlight made his hair in its loose ponytail very blue. In dimmer light you could pretend it was that shade of black that had blue highlights, but the light was too bright. There was no pretending that that thick, straight hair wasn’t a rich, deep shade of blue. It wasn’t dyed, but the mark of his other form, his blue tiger.

I wrapped myself around him, the feel of him familiar so that we both knew where our hands went, our arms wrapped, our bodies touched. We’d spent a year discovering how it all worked between us, but… I looked up into that handsome, but too-young face, and was still almost as conflicted as I had been a year ago.

“What?” he asked softly.

I shook my head. “You just seem fragile after hugging Nicky.”

Cynric laughed, and glanced at the other man. “Everyone’s fragile after hugging Nicky.”

I nodded. “Truth,” I said.

Cynric hadn’t been my victim of choice. The Mother of All Darkness had bound us together because she’d had a plan that needed me distracted and powerful, and the fact that he was sixteen and a virgin, and we didn’t know each other, hadn’t mattered to a being that wanted to drown the world in blood and death. What was one person’s innocence compared to all the death and terror she’d brought over the thousands of years of her existence? If you thought about it that way, what she’d done to Cynric and me was almost kind-almost.

He turned back to me, face still shining with the laughter of joking with the other two men. I hadn’t even heard what they were saying, until he said, “I’m young; I still have growing to do. I’m already taller.”

“Enjoy the height, kid,” Nicky said, “because that’s all that’s going to be bigger.”

“So not,” Cynric said.

“So too,” Nicky said.

Nathaniel walked laughing between the men, carrying the freshly cut and richly scented bread on a serving plate. We all followed the wonderful aroma of the bread like lions scenting a gazelle. My stomach suddenly let me know just how hungry I was.

Zeke joined in the masculine laughter, and even Gina laughed, that higher, pleasant woman’s laugh. The baby joined in, totally not getting the joke, but Chance had already learned that when everyone laughed, you laughed. He’d had a lot of practice at laughing living here. I smiled up at Cynric as he turned back to me. He laughed a lot more here than he had when he first came from Vegas. That was a good thing.

He studied my face, still smiling, but his eyes were trying to read mine. “What?” he asked, and even his voice held that edge of happiness.

I shook my head. “Kiss me, so we can eat.”

He grinned, and it made his face look even younger and less perfect in some ways, but there was the faintest edge of smile lines beginning around his mouth. There was a grown-up in there beginning to carve its way out of the boy; I liked that it was laughter that was beginning to paint its way across his face, not sorrow. I’d had enough of that in my life a few years back. I liked standing here in the kitchen with the smell of breakfast all around, and the sunlight streaming bright and warm, and the man in my arms smiling down at me, while everyone else’s laughter filled the air like some kind of happy perfume.

Cynric bent down that extra height that he’d been teasing Nicky about, and I went up on tiptoe to meet his kiss with mine. Was he taller than he had been last week? It seemed like I was higher up on my toes as his lips found mine. It was a gentle caress of lips, that never quite involved tongue, but there was some body English to it, and chaste was not a word I’d have used for it. I broke the kiss first, letting myself fall back to flat-footed. Cynric blinked at me, his eyes a little unfocused. “Wow,” he whispered. I loved that he was still young enough to say it out loud. It made me smile.

“Good morning, Cynric.”

“Anita,” he said, and he gave me the look, it was his you-know-better look. It wasn’t nearly as good as my look, or Micah’s, but it was getting better.

I gave a little nod, smiled, shook my head, and said, “Good morning, Sin.”

He grinned, and hugged me, tight, fast, not sexual, just-happy. We went to the table, and everyone knew where they sat at breakfast when it was just the eight of us. Chance’s high chair took up the space of a chair, so we were eight, or would be when Micah joined us. I had a moment of wondering if Ares and Bram could smell the food outside on guard duty, and knew they could, but they’d eat after when their replacements clocked in. Micah came into the room smiling, bending over to kiss me, quick, chaste, squeezing the hand that I raised up to him. The sunlight flared in his eyes, bringing out the yellow and shrinking the green around the pupil so his eyes were golden for a moment. The look in those eyes promised that later there’d be kisses that weren’t so chaste. He took his seat beside me, and we held hands under the table. Nathaniel sat on the other side of me, and I gave him my hand under the table, too, so that for a moment the three of us all held hands. Now, we were eight. It wasn’t a bad number to be.

21

MICAH, NATHANIEL, AND I retired to our bedroom. Admittedly, we had a California king bed now, which meant a longer than normal bed to accommodate all those over-six-feet-tall lovers. The length certainly wasn’t for any of the three of us; we were so not over six feet. So, there was room for more than just us, but I didn’t want extra company today and everyone seemed to sense that. Maybe it was the giant-sized dose of tired that hit me after we finished breakfast. I just wanted to wrap my two main squeezes around me, and have them as close to me as possible. Something about seeing so much death makes you want to celebrate life, or drink heavily, and I didn’t drink.

I put my equipment bags on the far side of the bedroom by the big chair that held some of my stuffed toy penguin collection. There was a chance I might get called up if they found the other daytime retreat of the rogue vampires, and I’d have to grab and go. So I didn’t lock the weapons up in their various safes and lockers. The Browning BDM stayed in its bed holster at the headboard for me to grab, and there were actually a couple of other