Page 76 of Hellish Witch

My thoughts swirled back to Killian. To the feel of his hands on my body.

His lips on my skin.

His forked tongue lashing my clit.

I moaned, swiping the moisture dewing my forehead as I hit the wider road, hurrying across it to the next dark alley, beneath the glowing sign. The brick walls blurred slightly, but before I knew it, I was standing outside an unassuming steel door, struggling to catch my breath like I’d been chased by hungry bone-kin. Again.

Banging on the metal, I braced to pretend everything was fine. Just a regular demon-witch on a night out. No big deal.

Not burning up from a hunger hot enough to liquefy my bones.

The door opened a crack, revealing a surly pain demon with crimson skin, just a shade brighter than my hair, and black horns twice the length of my stubby ones.

I pasted on the brightest smile I could manage. “Hello, good sir!”

I even gave him a little wave.

Totally.

Normal.

He grimaced, pinching his wide nose like he smelled something awful. “Errr, you’re leaking pheromones everywhere, succubus. What are you doing?” His voice came out comically nasal, but the heat unfurling through my body made it hard to focus on anything.

I kept on waving. “Um…clubbing?”

Even through the haze of lust, his words made sense. Most sexual demons could release pheromones to heighten desire. They didn’t create it, only encouraged what was already there. Usually, most could only affect a handful of demons close by, and it faded quickly.

Some powerful demons could turn a nun’s convent into an orgy though.

I’d never been able to release even a whiff of the stuff.

Now was a terrible time to find out there was another power I couldn’t control.

He eyed me in stony silence, the hard-man effect ruined by the way his clawed fingers pinched his nostrils.

After a long second, a honking titter left his lips. “Sure. Whatever. Fuck rooms are up the stairs at the back, succubus.”

At least he hadn’t sneered at me for being a hybrid.

Keeping his nose blocked, he stepped aside and waved me through the doorway. I caught sight of the bulge of his crotch, a hard length outlined beneath his jeans.

I swallowed, the furnace inside my middle burning hotter, even though logically I knew I wasn’t into the guy.

“Thanks,” I murmured, my voice coming out low and husky.

I fought to back away from him, a haze of lusty thoughts assaulting my mind. A whimper left my lips as I staggered back before I could do anything I’d regret.

I hurried off, barely noticing the cloakroom piled high with coats and bags as I passed. It held packs even bigger than the one I’d lost.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only person fresh from the portal.

I stepped through the dark atrium and into the club proper. A wall of bassy music hit me the second I pushed opened the studded double doors.

What looked like a hundred demons and humans writhed on a sunken dance floor, bathed in flares of strobe lighting and colourful smoke. The sinuous movement of their bodies called to me, reeling me in harder than standing right next to a portal.

Saliva pooled in my mouth at the thought of feeding on all of them.

This was a terrible idea.

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