Succubus On Top by Richelle Mead Read Free Book Online Page A

it’s just one lay?”
    I stretched back on my carpet, resting my feet on his lap. He massaged them for me. “I hate hypocrites, good or evil. Doesn’t matter what they’re touting.”
    â€œYou should hear some of her background, some of the past issues she’s advocated for with her group. Lovely stuff there—I researched her all day. I can pull it up for you.”
    I held up a hand. “No, please. I believe you. The bitch must fall, okay? If I had a sword, I’d tap your shoulders and send you off with my blessings.”
    He lay down beside me. “Well, why don’t you take a front-row seat then? Come to the party with me. I’m sure no one would mind if Mitch brought his sister.”
    â€œParty on the Eastside? My blessing only goes so far.”
    â€œOh, come on. Admit it. You have a perverse desire to meet her in the flesh. Besides, it’s been a while since you’ve seen me in action. You might pick up on a few things. Get some pointers.”
    Laughing, I rolled over on my side to better study him. “Like I need pointers from you.”
    He rolled to his side as well, smirking. “Yeah? Then prove it. Let’s go out tonight. Let’s go hunting.”
    My smile diminished. “What?”
    â€œJust like the old days. We’ll find some club, work up a sweat, then tag respective fixes for the night.”
    Bittersweet memories flashed into my brain, recalling the French cabarets of the nineteenth century. Bastien and I would go out in fine form, separate, and meet back in the morning to laugh and brag about our conquests. The game no longer held much appeal.
    â€œI don’t do that anymore. I told you that.”
    â€œYeah, but you’ve still got to survive.”
    â€œI am surviving. I got a fix just a couple days ago. I’m set for a while.”
    Bastien scowled. “A few days ago? Bleh. This writer guy’s making you boring.”
    â€œHey, it has nothing to do with him. It’s my choice.”
    â€œSure.”
    â€œWhat’s with the tone?”
    â€œNot sure. I mean, I thought the whole writer-dating thing was amusing at first—even if he seems kind of dull and will probably only end up causing you pain. But now I’m starting to think it’s indicative of a larger issue with you. I mean, there’s the whole nice guy hang-up to begin with. Then you’re, what? An assistant manager at a bookstore? Not to mention the fact that you have a cat.”
    Aubrey glared, and so did I. “There’s nothing wrong with having a cat. And Seth isn’t dull.”
    â€œI suppose you’d know better. He just didn’t really strike me as much, that’s all. If you wanted to obsess about a mortal, I could find you a better one.”
    â€œI don’t want a better one. I mean, there is no better one. I want him.”
    â€œSuit yourself. You’re just becoming ordinary, that’s all. You used to be extraordinary.”
    â€œOuch. All this because I won’t go out with you tonight?” Bastien shrugged.
    â€œOkay then. We’ll go. But no victim for me.”
    â€œFair enough.”
    We went down to a club in Pioneer Square, both of us groomed to the kind of sexy, beautiful perfection that only an incubus and a succubus could achieve. I had pulled my hair up in messy, sex-kitten glory and wore a baby blue tank top with a V-neck that almost went to my belly button. The opening was covered in very sheer lace and made wearing a bra utterly pointless. So I didn’t.
    The tension between us evaporated as we hit the dance floor. The rhythm pulsed through me, the movement and sweat intoxicating. Bastien and I danced together for a while, both of us aware of the admirers we drew, even in a packed room like this. Physical attraction was about so much more than just superficial appearance. It was about eye contact, outgoingness, and movement too. Incubi and succubi learn