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  “Lesbians are off limits,” Ariel said firmly. She agreed with everything Morova had said, but the queen’s edict was serious. Too many lesbians had sickened after a night with mer. If the queen discovered any of them had bedded a lesbian the punishment would be severely unpleasant.

  “Let’s plan a hunt. The women at that Baptist convention last time were as plentiful as sea shells.” Morova closed her eyes as Primia ran her hands across her stomach. “It’s sounding very good to me.”

  Morova’s pronounced pheromones tickled Ariel’s nostrils. She avoided noticeably inhaling the scent, which was making her a little dizzy. Morova’s chemistry had always been powerful but her preference for multiple partners wasn’t one Ariel necessarily shared—at least not for every encounter. Morova was considered great fun at a flesh party, while Ariel herself was only sought out by those who liked intensity and privacy. A hunt, Ariel thought, was sounding better and better.

  Primia stroked one of Morova’s nipples. “Meantime, why don’t we move on to a flesh party?”

  Morova smiled. Her mervoice rippled slightly as she replied, “I’d like that tonight. Lots of different chemistries, a little of everything.” She kissed Primia softly on the lips.

  “Surely, you’re not all calling it a night.” Laveena’s abrupt arrival startled Ariel. She hadn’t expected Laveena to come within a league of her after the scene with Kareel and Zee. She hoped Kareel and Zee were safely away, fucking each other or someone else. Any place but here.

  “I’m too tired, Laveena.”

  “I came to say I’m sorry, Ariel. And that I’ve heard the most delicious news.”

  Primia scooted closer to Morova. “What? Sit and tell us.”

  Laveena coiled up on a cushion and reached for one of the remaining sushi delicacies. It had been a fair trade, Ariel thought irrelevantly, the human secrets of sharp, fiery sake in exchange for the mer secrets of sushi. Both cultures had been well-served by that bit of détente. Mer might not need sake, but she saw no harm in wanting it now and again. Like a human woman. What was the harm in a little fun?

  “Well,” she began, “There is a party on land, and it’s not yet midnight there.” Laveena licked her lips. “A room full of exactly our types. What they call Straight But Curious.”

  They all sat up slightly. Primia said, almost breathless, “You mean, the kind of human women who can enjoy womantouch, but bond with men?”

  “A group of them, all in one party. Wearing obvious indicators so everyone knows what everyone is and what everyone wants. No finding out after you’ve got her in bed that she won’t sing or that she’s forbidden.” Laveena shrugged. “It’ll be obvious which ones are saying right up front that they are or are not lesbians, so if we were to accidentally bed one who can get infected, well, the error won’t be on us, will it?”

  “Oh,” Morova purred. “No problems with the edict at all!”

  Ariel could not help the flush of desire that shook her. It had been a quarter-century since the edict, and Caliba was right. Hunting wasn’t any fun with the queen’s penalties of torture, torture and more torture in one’s mind. Adding a song to her voices would be satisfying, but Ariel knew what she really wanted was to lose herself in a human woman’s passion.

  “Where?” Curiosity had gotten the better of her. It was too intriguing not to at least consider, though she did not want to owe Laveena anything.

  “San Francisco.”

  “Oh,” Primia moaned. “Such a beautiful city. Nearly as cool and deliciously damp as Seattle.”

  “I’ve not been to San Francisco in years,” Morova added. She glanced at Primia. “We can hunt together if you like. Share our treats. Let’s go.”

  “It’s a large city,” Caliba said warily. “Where?”

  “This is the best part.” Laveena’s eyes glimmered with crimson intensity. “An entertainment establishment called the Pisces. The party is called A Fish Out of Water.”

  Their laughter turned the walls brilliant green.

  Chapter 3

  “I don’t like this,” Caliba muttered. “I’m cold, I’m drunk, and I don’t trust Laveena.”

  “She’s been right so far,” Ariel reminded her. She looked up at the neon sign over the entrance to The Pisces. Two fish with long eyelashes and painted lips chased each other in a circle, mouths locked to the other fish’s nether regions. Human women tasted different from mer, subtly so. Ariel had managed to forget that fact during the last twenty-five years, but being surrounded by human women and their pheromones was making her mouth water.

  “But we’ve had to do nothing but hurry to get here in time. I don’t like rushing anything above sea. It’s not safe.”

  “I know,” Ariel began to reply, but Laveena’s return silenced her.

  “We’re in,” Laveena announced. She pushed her way through the waiting throng. “And we have a table.”

  Morova said lowly, “I need new songs, Ariel. It’s been a long time.”

  “How do we know for sure which ones are saying they’re not lesbians?” Caliba hung back and Ariel felt a small pang of doubt. Caliba’s instincts for trouble had saved them before. “Most of these women are really lesbians. It’s unmistakable. That won’t work.”

  Laveena beckoned to her right. “I’ve already started culling the selection.”

  A woman with long waves of black hair stepped out of the crowd. Her short black dress was tight and cut low—not as low as mer would wear on a modest day, but low for humans. Black stockings made her legs seem sinuous and long. The only splashes of color were the scarlet coating on her lips and the red rose pinned to her dress.

  She didn’t look at anyone but Laveena, who wrapped an arm around the woman’s waist and pulled her close.

  In a low tone Laveena asked, “Why are you here, delicious girl?”

  The woman’s reply was instantaneous, though her words were slightly slurred from drink. “To meet someone like you, baby.”

  “What does the rose mean?”

  “That I’m curious. Finding out what it’s like with a woman is my New Year’s Resolution. My girlfriends and I made a dare.” The woman laughed. “Winner gets free drinks for a year.”

  Laveena brushed the back of one hand against the woman’s breasts. “Well, then you’ll be winning twice, won’t you?”

  The woman’s dark eyes were gleaming. “Yeah, I’m not sure how I lose out. After this my boyfriend is going to have to really work.”

  You have no idea, Ariel thought. A little casual sex with a lesbian was what the curious woman was after. Instead she was going to have the most memorable night of her life, one she would never forget. One that would live on in the songs of her dreams. No straight human woman ever regretted a night of mertouch. Only the lesbians developed…problems.

  Ariel turned her mind from that unpleasant reality. There were lesbians all around them, maddeningly ready to share a night of passion. They were all beautiful, appealing, sexual—and utterly forbidden. Their pheromones spilled into the air like blood in water, unmistakable. Ariel found it increasingly difficult to ignore the pulsing between her legs. She drew herself up proudly, not wanting Laveena to see how badly she needed more than song.

  Laveena grinned at them, one hand casually caressing the woman’s backside. “See? A room full.”

  “It’s like a buffet,” Primia whispered. “A fucking fabulous buffet. We could have more than one.”

  “I intend to gorge myself,” Morova whispered.

  Ariel understood Caliba’s caution, but it was getting harder and harder to think. Human women needed, they moaned, they screamed, they said things no mer ever would. They even forgot who they were in the throes of their climax. Watching a human woman’s face as she transformed for those few moments into a being of pure ecstasy was something Ariel could not get enough of. She didn’t understand it and sometimes she envied it. The idea of losing herself to the trust of another, to feel that safe, that physically free—she had touched that space briefly wi
th most of her singers, but she’d never even come close with mer.

  She’d tried once to explain it to Caliba, but Caliba had changed the subject as if she did not want to know Ariel had those feelings. When Ariel had even hinted she might like to visit one of her singers a second time, Caliba had been obviously horrified. If your best friend couldn’t understand, then who could? Ariel needed it and she made up her mind. Tonight she would have it, and add as many singers as she could. Tonight she felt like she could match Morova, woman for woman.

  “I want to,” Ariel told Caliba. It had been so long. “If we stick to the ones with roses, what could go wrong?”

  Chapter 4

  Laveena had obviously plied the doorkeeper with a great deal of money. They were escorted to a hastily set out table half on the dance floor where they could see and be seen.

  The music was painfully loud. It wasn’t even music, Ariel thought. Just words and riffs cut together so sharply that it became a pounding static. She made an irritated gesture at Caliba, who strolled casually through the crowd toward the DJ’s booth. Heads turned to follow the tall woman’s progress and Ariel smiled. Caliba would have no regrets about the evening.

  When Caliba reappeared a minute later she was grinning. “Maybe this isn’t such a bad idea,” she yelled over the music. “That woman was positively edible. Her chemistry was better than Champagne. But she wasn’t wearing a rose.”

  “Now, now,” Ariel teased. “Behave!”

  The music abruptly changed to a slower beat. The lights dimmed and dancers quickly began sultry, languid contact. Caliba had chosen well.

  Primia, never shy, was the first to remove her black cloak. Ariel watched heads turn in their direction as Laveena likewise shed hers, then Morova, followed by Caliba. She went last, and they all spread their cloaks on the chairs and sat down, as on display as the dancers they watched.

  Primia’s gown was the most daring, and easily the most complicated. Ariel knew the spell Primia was using to keep the thin bands of orange silk over her nipples without the aid of a single strap around her shoulders or neck. In defiance of gravity, they shimmered in place, seeming about to fall any moment. Primia always had magic to spare for such glamorous ends, and Ariel freely admitted they were very successful. Her deep brown skin was the perfect counterpoint to that brilliant hue, and being naked from the nipples up underscored the strength of Primia’s shoulders, graceful neck and the regal balance of her shaved head. The gleaming orange bands swept around her long back where they loosely crossed, and then swooped to meet the rest of her dress just above the curve of Primia’s supple ass. One touch from the right hand, that dress seemed to say, and Primia would be gloriously nude.

  Morova had been slightly more conservative. Her body was mostly covered, though the fabric was in places as sheer as water at midnight. In deference to the incomprehensible human fetish for modesty, her nipples were obscured, and her gown opaque from hips downward. Her true glory had always been her hair, and when she went above water she wore it pulled severely to the crown of her head. Waves of thick, white hair fell from the tight knot to Morova’s waist, all shimmering with a hint of aqua. And it was all natural, too. Morova didn’t have to waste any energy on a glamour spell. It would be some time before she’d need mervoice to keep a woman standing very, very close. Unlike Laveena, Ariel thought, who’d needed mervoice right away to reel in a catch.

  What could be seen of Laveena was surprisingly sedate, though the effect on the woman in her lap was beyond a doubt. Ariel found the black leather pants and skintight silk shirt stark and unappealing. Much like Laveena herself, Ariel thought. Laveena’s real beauty had always been her eyes, but they were not in the same class with Caliba’s sensuous dark blue.

  She and Caliba had always hunted in matching colors and tonight was no different. Caliba’s suit was completed with leather pants and slender mid-calf boots of sunset blue. The color would have been lost against Primia’s dark beauty, but was coolly regal and understated against the moonlight cast of their skin. Ariel had chosen a very short latex skirt and sleek sandals of the same hue. They were not shoes made for walking. Both of them wore a tight-fitting indigo jacket buttoned under their breasts, though Caliba wore a simple matching shell under hers. Ariel wore nothing. She was hoping to be persuaded to unbutton hers, for the right, curious woman.

  As usual, Caliba was drawing the most attention and the first to be asked to dance. Human women and mer alike seemed to generally prefer her sharp edges and gentle confidence. Caliba could make any woman feel gorgeous, and the art of sincere flattery was natural to her. Human women came naturally to—and for—her, as well. A hunt for Caliba wasn’t about conquest so much as generous pleasure in return for generous song.

  Women were beginning to circle their table, with and without roses on their shoulders. Ariel felt a rush of something like shark blood. She craved a tasty meal tonight, and a lifetime of a human woman’s remembering song. She felt Primia’s intoxicating mervoice vibrating in the air as she spoke to a woman who paused to ask her to dance. They would all feed well tonight.

  Chapter 5

  Laveena disappeared with the woman from the street, taking her through a door to some sort of backroom that Ariel was certain she’d see before the night was over. Bowls of supplies—not that mer needed them—were sitting on a table outside the door, and the door itself was guarded by a tall, thick-shouldered woman with a jaded expression of utter boredom. Even if she’d been the only woman wearing a rose, Ariel would not have considered her. There was no song left in that one.

  Ariel could feel a rising pulse of mer power from the back room. Laveena was busy. She let her gaze slide over the crowd. She’d owe Laveena for this, but right now she didn’t care.

  That one? The woman in the scarlet dress? The straps of the dress were so thin that the rose was pinned just above her cleavage. Muscled flesh, short black hair—she had many of the qualities that often attracted Ariel. Caliba danced by with a small, light-skinned woman who wore a clear plastic dress over a skimpy pink bra and thong. Her rose was taped to the dress. The longer they danced the more responsive the woman became to Caliba’s lead.

  Her gaze was caught by a couple tightly entwined, hips seemingly joined. When they parted slightly Ariel could see one wore something under her form-fitting pants, and her miniskirted partner was rubbing it suggestively. Ariel swallowed hard. Human ingenuity had perhaps reached its peak with the manufacture of silicone. But the women wearing extra accoutrements weren’t also wearing roses, not that she could tell. They were all forbidden—a pleasure she would have to forgo.

  A tall woman in a form-fitting white tuxedo caught her eye. In the pulsing rainbows lights her skin was a rich golden brown. Her hair was thick and black as ink, curling only slightly where it brushed her collar. Her shoulders were broad and strong, her legs powerful but agile. I’d feel small next to her, Ariel thought abruptly. She shuddered at the image of herself in the woman’s arms. Her body was already reacting to the woman’s unique pheromones with wonderful chemistry. They would be very good together.

  She started to get up, but then the woman turned to face her. Curse the kelp, Ariel thought. No rose. Damn. She was tempted to pursue her anyway, but with her luck she’d get caught. Being the queen’s daughter wouldn’t save her from punishment.

  She wondered briefly what kind of lesbian would come to a party like this, to meet a straight woman who was curious. For a night of kicks? For the proverbial toaster oven accolades should the woman find she was not as straight as she thought?

  What did it matter? There were plenty with roses, and she was going to feed tonight.

  “Excuse me, but I have a thing for red hair and yours is simply stunning.”

  Ariel looked up at the woman who had stopped at the table. Green eyes sparkled with a pleasing combination of mirth and wickedness. No rose, though.

  “Sorry,” Ariel said. “I was hoping for one of the curious ones.”

  “Aren’t w
e all? I was hoping your rose got misplaced.”

  “No, it didn’t. I’m far beyond curious.”

  “I’m Mira.” The woman held out her hand and Ariel politely shook it.

  “Ariel.”

  Mira lifted an elegant eyebrow as if she didn’t believe it, but only said, “A beautiful name.”

  “Thank you. It was my grandmother’s.”

  “For red hair…” Mira touched a lock of Ariel’s hair that had drifted over the back of the chair. “We’re not required to pair up with only the curious ones.”

  “I’m on a quest,” Ariel said with a flirtatious smile.

  “I understand. I just want the night and no phone calls—it’s New Year’s Eve. Send her back to hubby or boyfriend or whatever. Maybe you and I could meet up another night?”

  “Perhaps.” Mira would have been a good time. Strong chemistry, a lot of laughing—it had a great deal of appeal—but not enough to be worth the torture. Damn the edict anyway.

  “Pity,” Mira answered before she drifting into the crowd.

  Ariel realized that under the music she could hear the rising of Caliba’s mervoice. Had she gone to the back room already? They’d talked about taking their finds to a hotel for an extended evening. There was no sign of her, though, so maybe she’d picked someone out as an appetizer.

  Morova was dancing with a tawny-skinned brunette who moved like a cat. There were hints of mervoice from her as well. Everyone was getting ready to feed but her.

  Laveena sauntered out of the back room, looking as if she’d just spent a week lounging in a warm tidal pool. A few moments later, clothing askew, the woman Laveena had taken into the back followed her out. She also looked deeply pleased.

  Okay, it was time for a daughter of the queen, even a seventy-seventh one, to have something for herself, Ariel thought.