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Okay, he might not be an incubus, but his sensual compulsion worked on her, which didn’t ever happen. If this was a natural gift, she wanted to figure out how to bottle and sell it for a 50 percent mark up. She quelled her shiver of reaction. “Give him time to calm down; let me discuss his options with him. He’s not going anywhere. What he’s stolen, does it jeopardize anyone’s life tonight?”
“Unlikely. There are too many of us out there looking for signs of it. ”
“Fine, then. You can go help them. If he doesn’t have it, you’re wasting your time being here anyway. I can question him, keep him secure, while you do that. ”
“He took it, Raina. The question is why and for whom, and where it is now, because it’s not with him. You can talk to him, but only while I’m present. ”
“Then there won’t be a lot of talking. There will be gibberish and pissing himself, because you scare him half to death. ”
“Do you find mescary?” He raised a brow.
She snorted. “In your dreams. ”
“Yes. ” He gave her an appraising look. “You do not fear, but you respond well to certain…types of intimidation. Elevated pulse, increased breath. A lovely flush across your skin. Desire often reads like fear. ”
“Oh, for the love of the gods, Mikhael, you know you have an effect on a woman’s body, the same way I have an effect on a man’s. It doesn’t mean anything more than adding jam to toast. ”
His gaze lifted to hers. “You know my name. ”
“Maybe I read minds. For real, no faking. ”
“Ruby described me. ”
“Yes, bad breath, warts and all. ”
Goddess, she needed to stop goading him. Every time he got that dangerous glint in his eyes, things went to liquid in her knees and stomach. But now he moved his attention to the incubus.
“How do you know he’ll tell you the truth?” he asked.
“I don’t know if he will. But I will get the truth from him. That’s my particular gift. It’s what we do here. ” A bordello was as much a confessional as a church. Most of her clients thought they checked their souls at her threshold. She knew differently.
Reginald kept his eyes down, fingers dug into the earth so his dirty knuckles were white. He wore only torn jeans, his slim, leanly muscled body scratched and bug bitten from his trek through the swamp.
“All right,” the Dark Guardian said. “You can try. ”
“Wonderful. ” She offered a sarcastic curtsy that made his eyes narrow. Yet when she knelt to touch Reginald’s arm, she let out the relieved sigh she’d been holding. She kept those protections locked down tight, though. She trusted only a couple people and, in the words of Nicolas Cage in Con Air, “One of them is me. The other’s not you. ”
“Follow me,” she said to the incubus. “Let’s talk, then we’ll get you a bath and some clean clothes. ”
2
MIKHAEL KNEW THE WITCH WANTED HIM GONE, BUT that wasn’t going to happen. He did agree there was a slim possibility the incubus might be more forthcoming if he were less obtrusive. At least under her methods. So he hung back as she took the sex demon through the foyer, toward her main parlor. He sauntered along behind, taking in the polished oak floor, painted beadboard and floral wallpaper of the graceful plantation home. When she walked, she lit wall sconces with an absent wave of her hand. She preferred candlelight to electric, though it appeared the house supplied both.
Erotic artwork lined the hallway, a cornucopia of possibilities. Clients could simply point and say, “I want that position, that fetish, that…” He paused, tilted his head, but the angle change didn’t help. Whatever that was. And he considered himself fairly well trained in the erotic arts. He’d ask her later, before he gutted Reginald for the information she wouldn’t get. She probably wouldn’t want to answer his sex questions after he stained her Persian rugs with incubus excretions. Perhaps she could loan him a plastic tarp from her garden shed.
The large parlor was where the clients warmed up to their à la carte choices with drinks and the chance to view the male and female offerings. To human eyes, her stable comprised mesmerizing men and women in a variety of flavors. To the paranormal world, they were a demon-Fae crossbreed species, a walking death sentence when they coupled with a human. But Raina’s powers, the complicated enchantments woven over the house, permeating every room, kept that from happening. The witch, who was half succubus herself, had figured out how to let succubi and incubi feed without killing their meal. It was a remarkable accomplishment. One fraught with risk, to her and to those who came here, but she struck him as a woman most comfortable on the knife-edge she’d learned to walk.
When he’d seen her standing over the incubus, he’d expected her to be beautiful and mesmerizing. That went along with the whole succubus thing. She had rich dark hair, grown all the way to her hips in a tempting old-fashioned way, thick and curling. Her hips were generous, and those breasts were worth a nice, long look. Firm and large, not grotesquely out of proportion. The dark green velvet dress clung to her buttocks, enhancing their sway, the brush of her hair across them.
Her body was built for sex. She was quite aware of it on multiple levels—as a succubus, as a witch and a woman. But the way a woman looked didn’t enchant him the way it did most males. He could see the under layer, which distorted the surface. Every soul’s true nature was a mix of good and bad, so the physical appearance was an average of the compendium to him.
However, what he saw beneath Raina’s surface, behind those exotic green and gold eyes, was complex, unexpected. She embraced her female side fully, no need to put males down to increase her sense of power; in fact, he sensed a deep appreciation of males in her makeup, of their strengths and the roles they could play in women’s lives. But he also picked up an unusual sense of self-containment to her. A perfect sphere that could repel penetration or incursion. It wasn’t so much that she didn’t need a man as she wasn’t seeking one. A puzzle, because she carried a tremendous capacity for passion and love.
Intriguing, but not his main focus. He’d ponder the rest later, because he was a carnal male who enjoyed his pleasures, but right now, it was all business. He sensed that in her, too, that she didn’t mix business with other things. He appreciated it, even as he perversely wanted to mess with it.
She’d called his bluff about plundering her mind, though it wasn’t a complete bluff. He could read the surface of a mind, the way he could deduce the color, texture and weight of a flower with a look. Things like a name quivered in the mind’s foyer, just behind the skull’s fragile shell. To reach more private rooms, he had to dig deeper. A Dark Guardian didn’t do that unless he had cause, because a deeper excavation was like scooping out the inside of a melon.
Reginald had given him plenty of cause to do that, but Raina hadn’t, and she stood between him and his prey. While he had an urge to dig below the witch’s surface, it wasn’t to destroy her; at least not that way. He wanted to take her down inside the tightly closed rooms of her mind and soul, let her feel him there in that darkness, overwhelm her. He’d put her on her elbows and knees, a hand on the back of her neck, and plunge into the wet heat of her spread thighs, whispering things that made her uncertain if he was a nightmare or a fantasy, but satisfying her cravings all the same. The desires of a succubus were endless, but she had that side of her tightly leashed. He wondered what would happen if she handed that leash to him.
As he entered the parlor, he chose a chair in a far corner, picking up the day’s paper left folded there. Since Raina said Sunday was their day off, this room was probably a communal gathering space when not used for their primary purpose, but the primary purpose had left the strongest imprint. Clients had sat in this chair often, usually with a succubus on their laps. Mikhael had the fleeting mental image of a male sliding a sleeve off a pretty female shoulder, exposing a plump breast. The human had gotten hard against the succubus’s soft as
s, oblivious as she breathed in the first, appetizing fumes of his sexual energy, her tiny fangs unsheathing to prick the inside of her lip.
It was probably another reason the bordello was so successful. Not only were all the visuals geared to stimulate the appetite, but the energy of what transpired here laid over it as an irresistible ambiance.
Dispelling those images to give him some clear head space, he opened up the local news section. There. Properly unobtrusive. To all appearances, he was reading the newspaper, his ankle balanced on his opposite knee. Though in truth, Reginald seemed more freaked-out by him doing that than when he’d been breathing fire down his neck in the swamp.
“Focus on me,” Raina said to the creature. She’d guided him to the couch and now sat across from him, reclined on one hip, her elbow propped on the back, her legs folded up beneath her. Her skirt wound snugly around her, emphasizing the lushness of her figure.
The expression she flicked toward Mikhael was cranky, a clear statement. I told you he’d be like this with you here.
Tough. He wasn’t leaving. He ignored the attitude, kept reading. Unexpected amusement flickered through him when he heard her suppress an irritated sigh. “Your name. The real one. ”
“I told you. Reginald. ” The incubus slid closer to her, his fingers overlapping hers on the couch. Like all their kind, he had a handsome form. A surfer’s physique, lean and muscled, blond hair to his shoulders, sea green eyes, a sensual mouth. When he leaned forward, Mikhael detected the subtle power arc, the seduction magic, the mortal snare of the sex demon. If affected, the target would lose all memory of anything but pleasure…until they were drained dry. He was about to surge out of the chair, zap the bastard hard enough his brain lit up like a circuit board, but before he could, Reginald let out a sharp, petulant cry. In a blink, he was back on the far end of the couch, eyeing Raina and nursing his hand, which had smoke spiraling off it. The incubi emitted a frightened hiss.
Raina didn’t even blink. “Half human doesn’t mean vulnerable to our magic,” she said. “Your name. Right now. ”