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t I know that if I tell Nathaniel not to 。。。 that he won't。〃 I frowned at Jason。
〃I'll be good；〃 he said。
〃I am not afraid that Nathaniel will disobey you； ma petite。〃
The tone in his voice turned me from Jason's face to his。 〃What do you mean？〃
〃I am worried that he will indeed do everything you tell him to do。〃
We stared at each other for a long space of my heartbeats。 I understood what he meant now。 It wasn't the boys he didn't trust； it was me。 I would have liked to say； I would never ask them either of them to do that to me； but there was something in Jean…Claude's eyes； some knowledge； some sorrow； that kept me from saying it。
〃How much control am I going to lose？〃 I asked finally。
〃I do not know。〃
〃I'm getting really tired of hearing you say that。〃
〃And I of saying it。〃
I finally asked what I had to ask； 〃What do we do now？〃
〃Our pommes de sang fetch their clothing and yours； and we feed。〃
And as much as I hated it； as much as I wanted to deny it； I knew he was right。 I'd been trying not to be a sociopath because it made me a monster。 I Just hadn't known what I was saying。 I needed to feed off humans； lust instead of blood and flesh； but it was still feeding。 Being a sociopath was beginning not to sound so bad。
18
SOMEWHERE DURING THE dressing process I came to my senses。 I stayed up against the headboard； Asher's robe belted securely over the red pajamas； my face averted； forehead pressed to the wood。 Control was the heart of who I thought I was。 I could do this； or rather not do this。 I had to try and let this pass me by； because to do anything else 。。。 I could not do this。
The bed moved； and just the sensation of the men moving around on the bed was enough to tighten my body； speed my pulse。 Dear God； help me。 This couldn't be happening。 I'd feared ending up as a vampire。 I'd e close many times； but I'd never thought it would happen like this。 I was still alive； still human； but the hunger rose inside me like some great beast trying to dig its way out of me； and all that kept it from surfacing was my fingers digging into the wood； my forehead pressed against the carvings。 I wasn't sure which hunger I was fighting。 But the ardeur colored all of it； whether I was craving flesh； or blood； the sex was there in all of it。 I couldn't separate them； and that was scary all on its own。
I felt someone crawling towards me； and I knew without looking that it was Jean…Claude。 I could just feel him。
〃Ma petite； all is prepared； we need only you。〃
I spoke with my face still pressed into the wood； my fingers clinging to it。 〃Well； then you'll just have to do without。〃
I felt his hand hovering over my shoulder； and I said； 〃Don't touch me！〃
〃Ma petite； ma petite； I would change this if I could； but I cannot。 We must make the best of what is given us。〃
That made me look at him。 His face was too close； eyes that intense midnight blue； hair a dark glory around his pale face。 I flashed on another face just as pale； just as perfect； with a wealth of black hair； but with eyes a rich brown like dark amber。 They grew in my vision until the world drowned in the dark honey of her eyes； as if it were poured over my eyes； over my skin； my body； until it filled me； and when I raised my eyes to Jean…Claude's worried face； his hand on my arm； I saw something close to terror in his eyes。
He scrambled back from me； and when I turned and stared at Asher； he spilled off the bed； to stand shaking。 Jason and Nathaniel stayed on the bed because they didn't know any better。 〃What's wrong？〃 Jason asked。
Nathaniel whispered； 〃Her eyes。〃
I turned and caught sight of myself in the standing mirror in the corner。 My eyes had filled with pale brown fire； not the darkness of my own eyes； but hers。
〃No；〃 I said； softly。 I felt her thousands of miles away。 Her pleasure at my terror rolled through my body； raised my beast and sent me falling onto the bed。 My hands strained for something to hold on to； some help； but there was nothing to fight； it was power and it was inside me。
She explored me； raising my beast until it rolled just under the surface of skin。 She touched that part of Richard that was still inside me and raised his beast； until the two energies entwined and my body started to convulse。
I heard yelling。 〃She's going to change！〃 Hands holding me down to the bed。
But Belle had learned what she wanted and let them slide back into my body。 She separated out the powers inside me like you'd sort a deck of cards。 She touched Jean…Claude's link to me and it puzzled her； I could feel it。 Until that moment she'd assumed I was a vampire； and now she knew I wasn't。 She let what puzzled her slide back deep inside me； then she called the ardeur； the incubus； and the moment I thought it； I realized it was the wrong word。 Succubus； she whispered in my head； succubus。 The hands that had been holding me down； poured over my body； responding to the ardeur。 It was like being covered in pure lust； rolled in it； like flour on a piece of meat before you cook it。
Hands slid along my skin； a mouth closed on my mouth； and I couldn't see who was right above me； kissing me。 I could feel the weight of their body； another set of hands； but I could see nothing but a shining amber light。
Belle kept the ardeur on the surface； because it amused her。 I couldn't see whose hands were where； or who was doing what； all I could do was feel them； the brush of silk； the press of flesh； a curtain of hair； the scent of vanilla； but I could not see。 Belle Morte was using my eyes for other things。 She touched that part of me that allowed me to raise the dead。 She caressed my necromancy； tried to bring it to the surface as she had the two beasts and the ardeur； but everything else she had explored was hers to call； it was all in some way part of her lineage； her blood。 But the necromancy was all mine。
My magic welled up through me； pushing her back； but I couldn't cast her out； not with just the raw power。 It was as if she floated near the surface of some dark pool and I sat at the bottom trying to push her out。 I couldn't cast her out； but I could see again； think again。
I was nude from the waist up。 Nathaniel's mouth closed on my nipple drawing it in。 I cried out； and Jason lowered his mouth to my other breast。 There was a moment when I stared down at the two of them pressed to my body； the blond head； the auburn； their mouths working at my breasts； the line of their bodies pressed along mine； the marks of my teeth still visible in Nathaniel's flesh； when the ardeur； when Belle Morte spilled over me again。 Jason's hand slid down the front of the red silk bottoms； his fingers finding me as if he'd always known just where to touch me。 I writhed under his touch； their touch。
I grabbed Jason's wrist； tried to pull his hand away； but he fought me and it was a tender place to fight over。 I screamed； 〃Jean…Claude！ Asher！〃
〃Ma petite？〃 Jean…Claude made the name a question as if he wasn't sure it was really me。 I found the vampires standing beside the bed； not helping； not hindering； just watching。 But I understood； the ardeur called to them too。 The were afraid to touch us。
〃Feed；〃 I said。
〃No