Page 77 of Hellish Witch

Chapter 27

Iflung myself into the nightclub, pushing past wings and tails and limbs in a chaotic mass of revellers. Every touch pushed me higher, like a drug transferred through skin contact.

A giggle escaped my lips as my heart matched the thumping bass, vibrating me from the inside out. I was burning alive, and Ineededthe cool touch of those around me before I turned to ash.

“Fires…,” I cursed, pushing faster through the crowd.

Heat licked my insides as I hurried towards the bar.

It burned and burned, growing hotter by the second, spreading liquid heat to my limbs.

I doubled over with a groan, clutching my stomach and bracing against the nearest sticky table. Hunger followed on its heels.

But not for more of the quails Killian had caught.

Need curled through me, an ache pulsing between my legs in time with the flares of heat that echoed the club’s bass.

“Fuck…,” I groaned, trying to edge my way off the table. “What’s happening to me?”

Unsurprisingly, nobody answered.

Panic tried to set its fangs into me, sinking through the haze that made me too needy to think. I was probably still healing the wounds on my back and side, but the thought slipped away like blood through claws.

“You smell divine,” a deep voice rumbled in my ear.

I blinked. My chest was pressed against a cold body. Without conscious thought, I buried my face in the male’s damp shirt and inhaled his scent.

An incubus.

Another body pressed in behind me, the cool relief at their contact making my knees weak.

“She really does,” the man at my back called out above the music. “Even I can smell her ripe sweetness.”

I caught sight of peachy pale skin and turned enough to confirm he was human.

“Ss-cuse me…” My voice came out slurred as I tried to push past them.

I’d come here to do…something.

I just wasn’t sure what.

To feed? Was that why I needed to be touched so badly?

“Hey, where are you trying to run off to, pretty thing?” the incubus purred, forked tongue darting out to slather over his plump lips. “I can smell your need. You’re in heat, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t even form a response. A sinking terror tried to claw through the high, but it couldn’t find purchase in my mind. I’d heard that term before.Heat. I just couldn’t remember why it had panic spiralling through me.

“What’s a heat?” the man behind me yelled over the music.

The incubus leaned closer, practically squishing my lungs between him and the human. “It’s when a horny succubus lures in all the eager people nearby to satisfy her. Usually it’s yearly, but judging by the roughed-up state of this one, she’s so desperate for a feed she’s early.”

“Oh my god, so she’s literally a bitch in heat like some animal?” The human laughed, grinding his underwhelming length against my arse. “What a slut.”

The demon thrust his hips to keep us steady, and I could feel his hardness dig into my belly. “Yeah, a stupid one too, coming to a busy club in heat.”

A whimper escaped me, part need, part fear. There was no way I was letting these arseholes even attempt tosatisfyme.

I couldn’t think about the fact that I’d never gone into heat before and this was the absolute worst place to do so. I could hardly think at all.

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