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  "So why haven't you?" I asked.

  "Jade and I both believe that if we find other people, you'll see it as delegating us to them. You won't feel you have to date us, because we'll be dating other people. We've seen you do it with others, Crispin included."

  I thought about that for a moment. Was that true? Was my encouraging them to find other lovers a way of getting them out of my bed, if not my life?

  "I hadn't realized I was doing that, but no one person, not even me, can truly date this many people. I can fuck, but I can't do the emotional stuff, the cute stuff, the things that really make it a relationship; there just isn't enough of me to go around like that. I'm feeling pressured by everyone to take care of them, and I've reached a limit. I can't take care of this many people as intimately as most of you want me to, I just don't know how to do that. I asked Jean-Claude and even he didn't know how to have real relationships with this many people, and he's been a ladies' man, and a gentlemen's man, for centuries."

  "I hadn't really thought about it from that perspective. I don't think . . . no, I know I couldn't date this many people, but they're all metaphysically tied to you and Jean-Claude and Micah, and there's no untying those bindings except by death," Envy said.

  "Anita cut the tie between Jade and her first vampire master," Domino said.

  "Yes, but Anita is the Mother of the Dawn, the Queen of Tigers; she breaks servant from master the way that the old Queen of All Darkness did. Even the Queen never broke bonds between herself and any of her own servants," she said.

  "So short of death or a metaphysical miracle, the bonds between Anita and all of us are immobile, unbreakable," Jason said.

  "Yes," Envy said.

  "I'm saying here out loud today that I can't cope with this many people, not and do a good job of dating them, caring for all their needs. Hell, if I hadn't been metaphysically screwed over, I wouldn't have chosen most of the people I'm having sex with, not that it's not great sex," I said, kissing Domino on the cheek, "but it's like I'm suddenly insanely attracted to people I don't have much in common with, so the sex is mind-blowing, but the conversation in between not so much."

  "The ardeur is like a date-rape drug that doesn't go away," Envy said.

  "Not my favorite analogy, but yeah," I said.

  "But this drug affects both parties," Jason said.

  "Not always. I talked about it with Jean-Claude, and the originator of the ardeur as a vampire ability, Belle Morte, was never affected by it; she was more like a contagion."

  "Beautiful Death," I said, "making people sick with desire."

  "More like addicts," Jason said.

  Nathaniel and I nodded. "Addicted to love isn't just a song lyric," I said.

  I turned to Domino. "Do you crave me like that? I mean, do the others who have found other lovers jones after sex with me like a junkie?"

  "Sometimes."

  I felt terrible then.

  "Wait, but Anita doesn't crave them the same way, or she wouldn't have to ask that question."

  "When the ardeur first came for me I had almost no control over it, so I was bound as tight as the people I fed on, but I got more control of it and I could protect myself from falling in love."

  "I got here too late," Domino said, and kissed me again to take some of the sting out of the words.

  "I'm sorry," I said.

  Nathaniel leaned in from the other side and kissed my cheek. "I'm glad I got here early."

  "It's not just the ardeur, Anita. I've known you longer than Nathaniel, and I was around when the ardeur rose, but we're not in love, or addicted to each other," Jason said.

  "You were terrified of being consumed by love, and when you became my wolf to call, I sort of incorporated that into the mix, so we were both more free of the emotional stuff, or that's what Jean-Claude thinks made the difference."

  Jason nodded. "Makes sense. You get some personality traits that seem to switch bodies when you make someone your wereanimal or vampire to call. Jean-Claude has talked about that; he's more ruthless since he merged with you, and Richard got your anger for a while, so I'm glad you learned to take that back. Our wolf king would have killed someone if he hadn't learned to give up the fits of rage."

  "I got Jean-Claude's ardeur, his ability and need to feed off lust, and Richard's craving for flesh, and both their cravings for blood."

  Envy shuddered. "You don't get to pick and choose, do you?"

  "Not at all," I said.

  She shivered again. "That could go so badly."

  "I've thought of that. It's one of the reasons that I've decided my dance card is full. We've been lucky so far, but eventually I could get a piece of somebody who is really bad and then our happy little poly tribe could go to hell in a big way."

  "Is it a happy poly tribe? Are you happy?" Domino asked.

  I turned and looked up into those eyes the color of fires and spectacular sunsets. "Yes. Yes, I am happy, happier than I've ever been before."

  He smiled a little. "Good, I'm glad."

  "I won't ask if you're happy, because I know you want more of me than I have to give, and I'm sorry for that, Domino. I would set you free if I could."

  "If he were just addicted to the ardeur, you could, or he could sort of detox the way Requiem did, but I know what it's like to be your wolf to call, and he's your tiger, and we're yours forever. Even if we move across the country you can still call us to your side," Jason said.

  "Are you thinking about moving across the country?" I asked.

  He gave a little shrug. "If J.J. and Freda and I could work things out, maybe, and if Jean-Claude and you would allow it."

  "I don't like the 'allow' part," I said.

  "Jean-Claude is the vampire king of the United States," Envy said. "Jason is his pomme de sang, his apple of blood, and he's your wolf to call; he has to have permission from both of you to move. Anyway, who is Freda?"

  "Jean-Claude has enough wereanimals to donate blood now. It's not like in the old days when him having this little werewolf to feed off of was important for his power base. And Freda is J.J.'s girlfriend."

  "So if you, J.J., and Freda can work this out, you'll move to New York?"

  "Maybe. I mean, she's in one of the top dance troupes in the country; I can't force her to give that up."

  "I love that you're willing to relocate for your girlfriend," Envy said. "Most men expect the woman to do the career compromising."

  "I'm an exotic dancer, it's not a career."

  "You're very good at your job," I said, "and you manage the club most of the time."

  "J.J. is talking to the dance company she's in about Jason maybe trying out for them," Nathaniel said.

  I looked from one to the other. "Wow, Jason, just wow, that's awesome; would you be the first lycanthrope allowed in an all-human dance company?"

  He nodded.

  "That would really help lycanthropes be more accepted," Envy said.

  "It's a great opportunity," I said. "I'll miss you like hell, but I've never seen you as happy as you are with J.J., so what can I do to help?"

  He smiled at me, not his usual teasing smile, but the one that was just him, just our friendship. "First, we all think if you maybe had more experience with women, or could talk to someone about having female lovers, you might be able to help Jade feel more a part of things."

  I raised eyebrows and looked across the table at Envy. "Are you volunteering to mentor me?"

  "Me, no," Envy said, shaking her blond hair hard.

  "Then why are you here today? Domino is the only other black tiger in our group, so he and Jade are pals, but you're golden tiger, which makes you a totally different clan."

  "I'm a female weretiger, and the only one you have other than Jade, so she talks to me. I'm with Jean-Claude and Richard, so she sees our positions as similar: We're lovers, but not the beloved of our lovers."

  I tried to roll that sentence around in my head, gave up, and said, "So you're here as Jade's friend?"

 
"Yes, I am."

  "Okay. But you aren't volunteering to teach me? Honestly, I'm not offering either; nothing personal, but Jade is confusing me enough I don't need to add more girls. Hell, I don't even need to add more boys."

  "I've never actually been with another woman, so I'm not mad at you that you're puzzled about having a female lover, but you do have sexual contact with Jade; we just thought another woman with more experience in the area might be helpful."

  I looked at Jason. "You're not offering some fantasy where you just add me to you and J.J. for a threesome, are you? Because if that's it . . ." I looked at him harder.

  He grinned and then laughed. "No, I'm not, though if it's on the table, I wouldn't say no."

  "Nothing personal to J.J., she's beautiful, but I can't see being with her, just the two of us."

  "You went straight to sex, didn't you? It never occurred to you to just talk to J.J. over coffee about it, did it?" Envy said.

  I blushed, a little, and shrugged. "Am I supposed to have a little bisexual coffee klatch?"

  "That might help, but that wouldn't solve my problem," Jason said.

  "Which problem?" I asked.

  "You can't make Freda hate me less, or stop being jealous of J.J., but you could help me explain rough sex to my girlfriend."

  "How?" I asked, and the one word dripped with suspicion.

  He grinned, and then his face sobered, happiness gone like a switch, on/off. It hurt me to see him like that.

  "Is J.J. really thinking about breaking up with you over the issue?" I asked.

  "I'm breaking up with Richard because of it," Envy said.

  "No, it's not the same. I don't try to fuck J.J. until it hurts her. She's sort of my version of the human women Richard dates, the ones he wants the white picket fence with, but I need the rough stuff, too. I just know I'm not going to get it with J.J."

  "Explain it to her the way you told me, that you'll die without it." She sounded disdainful.

  "You don't believe us, why should she?" Jason asked.

  Envy opened her mouth, started to say something, stopped, and then sipped her tea; again you could watch her thinking.

  "So," I said, "what would help explain it to J.J.?"

  "Seeing it," he said.

  I glared at him with no chance he'd jolly me out of it. "I'm not that much of an exhibitionist."

  "I know, and that's not what I'm asking."

  "What exactly are you asking?"

  Nathaniel took my hand in both of his, which made me gaze up into those lavender eyes. I wondered if I'd ever look up into his eyes and not be startled by how pretty they were. "We were thinking that you and I would have sex in the room with Jason and J.J. and just let the differences speak for themselves."

  I gave him wide eyes.

  "It wouldn't be the first time we'd shared a bedroom with another couple, or several, Anita."

  "That's for feeding the ardeur, or when things get out of hand and we can't control it. I've never agreed to anything like this while sober from the ardeur."

  "Maybe it's time that you did," he said, softly.

  I opened my mouth, closed it, and didn't know what to say. Hell, I barely knew what to think. "Well, fuck," I said, at last.

  "That's the hope," Jason said.

  Domino said, "Sorry to put a damper on the plan, but Nathaniel and Anita alone don't really go that rough."

  The three of us looked at each other. "How rough do you need her to see, Jason?" I asked.

  He thought about it for a moment, and then sighed. "Rougher than you and Nathaniel, probably."

  "I can do rougher," Nathaniel said.

  I patted him. "You can."

  "Anita and I are rougher together than you and she alone," Jason said.

  "Add Nicky and Nathaniel co-topping me and it's rougher," I said.

  Jason laughed. "I want to introduce J.J. to rougher sex, not scare her to death."

  "Nicky makes love, too," I said, feeling the need to defend one of my absent lovers.

  "I believe you, but I've seen his rough, and something about how tall he is, those massive shoulders, and the edge-play bondage takes him out of the comfort zone for me, let alone for J.J."

  Nicky was as blond and blue-eyed as Jason and Envy, but he made everyone here today seem . . . frail. He wasn't the tallest guard we had, but he did have one of the biggest shoulder spreads, and was just one of those big guys who seemed huge, maybe a combination of physical size and personality. He was also an admitted sociopath, which meant his reaction to situations was either socially perfect or so wrong you had no words for it. I loved him, meaning I was in love with him, and he me, which meant he wasn't nearly the sociopath he thought he was, just someone with a childhood background so harsh only Nathaniel's held a candle to it.

  "Okay, if Nathaniel and I aren't rough enough, and you don't want Nicky, or I assume anyone else in the room, what are the options?" I asked.

  "Since it's Jason's idea of rough that J.J. needs to see, then he and Anita should be the ones demonstrating," Envy said.

  We all looked at her; maybe they weren't entirely friendly looks, because she said, "What? That's the logical choice."

  I looked at Jason. "Do you think J.J. would be okay watching you and me have actual sex?"

  "I don't know. I'll ask, because Envy's right, J.J. needs to see what I'm talking about, not what you and Nathaniel do, or you and Nicky."

  And just like that we began to negotiate taking it from an idea to a reality. Every time I thought my sex life couldn't get weirder, or more complicated, I was so wrong.

  2

  TWO WEEKS LATER, J.J. was able to visit St. Louis. I was incredibly nervous. You'd think there would be a point where I'd had enough sex, broken enough taboos, thrown out enough traditional values that nothing would faze me, but it just didn't work that way. I was disappointed that it didn't work that way; it seemed like if you had thrown all the conventional ideas of sex and relationships out the window, it would make you impervious to being embarrassed, or awkward, but it didn't. I wanted to get angry about that, but I'd expected it to piss me off, so I was ready to fight against the urge to be grumpy. I did pout. I gave myself permission to be grumpy enough to pout about the fact that I felt like I was sixteen again, and had stumbled under the bleachers, tripping over the head cheerleader and star quarterback.

  I was nervous and grumpy right up to the moment I saw J.J. step out of the crowd at Lambert Airport. We saw her before she saw us, because we were standing on the raised area that features different local arts and crafts. I was sometimes puzzled by the art, but it was a great way to see over the crowd if you were short like Jason and me. Her face lit up, as if someone had ignited a candle inside her skin so that the happy glow of it filled her and made strangers look at her and Jason, as he ran to her. She dropped her big purse to the floor and flung herself at him. He actually picked her up off the ground, and she bent her knees so he could do so even though she was five foot eight to his five foot four, tucking her feet up so he had all her body weight as they kissed and he turned slowly in place, as if they were dancing to the crowd noise.

  Her straight blond hair in its tight ponytail was almost the exact color of Jason's; he was more petite, though her dancer's body honed down to bone and muscle made her seem more delicate, and his bulkier, more weight-lifting body gave him more physical presence, so he seemed bigger, even though she was so much taller.

  He sat her down, and she landed with her feet in their flat shoes, in a near-dance position, as if she did it without thinking, the way that I used a gun, so that practice and body memory were always there, waiting to happen. She was dressed as comfy as the brown loafer-style shoes, in soft brown slacks and short tan jacket, over one of those silk sweater-shirts that always seemed too warm to me. She even had a gold-and-tan patterned scarf artfully swirled around her neck and shoulders. It looked great, like a real outfit. I didn't honestly understand accessories once you left shoes and jewelry behind; scarves seriou
sly confused me.

  Which is why Nathaniel had dressed me: black skinny jeans tucked into knee-high black boots with a three-inch heel, and a black scoop-neck top tucked into the jeans with a belt that Nathaniel had found in a high-end thrift shop. The belt had a crescent moon for a buckle, and he'd had me throw a tailored leather suit jacket over it all so that it pretty much hid the gun at my back. I didn't go much of anywhere unarmed.

  Jason was wearing a baby blue T-shirt tucked into dark blue jeans, with a black belt that matched the boots that peeked out from underneath the jeans. The colors made his eyes even bluer and just looked great on him. Nathaniel was in his own black skinny jeans tucked into knee-high boots that had more buckles and a platform heel, so they looked more science fiction than the sleeker leather of mine or Jason's. Nathaniel had gone for a black T-shirt tucked in, showing his silvery belt buckle that was shaped like a crescent moon/sun. I hadn't noticed that he'd managed to match even the belt buckles until we'd arrived at the airport. We looked like we were going to a Goth nightclub, or to be extras in some futuristic but unrealistic movie where all the dangerous people wore black and looked cool. I would have protested, but honestly most of our dressy-casual clothes were black with a little red, purple, and blue mixed in here and there.

  Nathaniel was holding the black leather suit jacket that Jason had worn over his baby blue shirt, because it was really too hot for leather yet, and he'd wanted his hands free to greet his girl. That's what she was; J.J. was Jason's girl. It was there in their faces, how they touched, and in the nearly identical blue of their eyes. They did look eerily alike, and we'd come to find out they shared a great-great-great-grandfather, as did a lot of people from a certain section of Asheville, North Carolina. Legally, most of the blond, blue-eyed women I'd met on my one trip home to see Jason's family weren't related to him, or to each other, but their shared ancestor had been a very busy and immoral preacher, and apparently he'd been at least as charming as Jason, which was pretty damn charming, or maybe more so, which was frighteningly charming.

  They turned toward Nathaniel and me, and they were just so darn happy that suddenly I didn't feel awkward or stupid. I just wanted Jason not to lose this, not to lose her.

 

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