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on sex. Regina, for instance, had even blushed when she told him about her friend. Only the repressive look on Dmitri’s face had kept Luc from laughing. The vampire clearly doted on his new wife and would not take kindly to anyone embarrassing her by laughing at her modesty. Luc had been glad to leave them to their wedded bliss.
    He had found Corinne’s building easily, but after an hour outside in the steamy August weather, his patience ran out. He slipped thought the front door behind another tenant, using a simple masking charm to remain unnoticed, then he took the stairs to the fourth floor and found apartment 405. Checking to be sure no one was around, he cupped her doorknob in one hand and placed the other over the deadbolt, trying to decide how badly he wanted the chance to look around before the owner returned.
    “You know, when breaking and entering, I hear it’s customary to make sure no one is around before you begin.”
    He turned at the sound of the voice to see a dark-haired, dark-eyed human woman striding down the hall to stop a couple of yards away from him. Judging by the photo Regina had showed him, the owner had returned, but he obviously hadn’t looked at that photo closely enough. The woman standing in front of him now did things to his libido that photo hadn’t even dreamed about. Damn, but she had caught him off guard.
    He knew Rafe had said that Regina’s friends all seemed to be remarkably attractive for humans, but for Lady’s sake, Luc was Fae. He lived among the most beautiful females in creation, served as elite Guardsman to one who probably reigned as the most beautiful, so he certainly shouldn’t be feeling this Page 16

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    surge of lust for a human.
    Besides which, humans were just so…human. They had nothing special, not compared to an Other or a Fae or any of the other legions of creatures living in the worlds. No powers, no gifts, not even any real talent to speak of. Like a lot of others in Faerie, Luc had always thought of them as being a bit primitive and undeveloped. So why the hell did the sight of Corinne D’Alessandro to go directly to his groin?
    She didn’t so much surpass the normal notions of human female beauty as expand them. She had rich, olive skin and thick, dark hair the color of the onyx Mab wove into her crown every Samhain. She was taller than the average human, too, though still a good head or more shorter than he, and she had the sort of solid, human figure many Fae thought of as coarse and common. Luc found it tempting. Her curves made his hands itch to trace them, and her very substantiality seemed to call to him, made him ache to feel her press against him, heavy and warm and real. He wanted to hold her, to taste the curves and angles of her clear, classical features, to learn the earthy truth of her scent and the richness of her flavor.
    What in the Lady’s name was wrong with him?
    “I did check,” he said, shaking some sense back into himself and stepping away from the door. “You weren’t there a second ago.”
    “Well, I’m here now. So if you plan on robbing someone, I suggest it not be me, since I can give the police a really good description at this point.” Her gaze swept over him, maybe a little slower than necessary and that pleased him, before her chin jerked up and she crossed her arms over her chest.
    “And if you were actually here to try and sell me something, I’m already not interested.”
    “Not guilty, on either count. I was just looking for the woman who lives in 405.” He pretended ignorance and waited for her response.
    “Do you know her?”
    “No, but I know friends of hers who gave me her address and suggested I look her up.” He waited for her to identify herself, but she just raised her eyebrows. “Really. What friends? And what’s your name, while we’re at it?”
    He felt his mouth quirk. “The friends are Dmitri and Regina Vidâme,