Page 22 of 12 Months of Mayhem

I still had no clue exactly what she had planned for me. Other than to “breed” with me. She had said she was a succubus. Ordinarily, I would’ve thought she was just a lunatic, but the fact that she’d been able to manipulate my mind and body? That was the true insanity.

I’d wracked my brain trying to remember anything I’d ever heard about the lore of a succubus. The thing was, most people didn’t have long, drawn-out conversations about shit like that. They made comments like, “She seduced me in the night like she was a damn succubus—I couldn’t not fuck her.” Things like that.

One thing I vaguely recalled was that supposedly they needed semen to survive. Or maybe it was that they just needed sex? Hell, I couldn’t remember. Then again, I kind of thought that I’d heard they could fuck a man and suck the very life from him.

I’d never paid much attention because it had all been bullshit—or so I’d thought.

Never in my life had I wished I’d paid more attention to folklore. I wasn’t sure if she planned on killing me or keeping me until she knew she had conceived. Either option sucked monkey balls.

Five fucking days… I glanced at the windows where the sun was lighting up the sky.

Well, now six. Tonight would be the full moon. I had no idea if I had until it was dark or until the moon made its appearance in the sky. That meant Valentine’s Day was tomorrow if I’d counted correctly. Or was it the next day?

Ryian must be going out of her mind.

That hurt more than the thought of what might happen to me. Causing her pain or sorrow practically tore me in two. The thought of being forced to fuck another woman made me nauseous. I’d not been able to bring myself to do it the entire time we’d been apart. The thought of being forced to do it against my will had fury burning in my veins.

“Good morning,” her cheerful voice said from the doorway.

My lip curled in disgust as I lifted my head to stare at her.

She was wearing a long black robe that was completely transparent. Despite the fact that many men might say she had the perfect body, she did nothing for me. To me, she was repulsive.

A knowing grin lifted the corners of her mouth before she sauntered toward me. She paused at the end of the bed, where she lightly ran her fingers over the top of my foot and under the hem of the pants I wore. Then she frowned, and I watched as her fingernails grew into talon-like claws.

Refusing to give her the satisfaction of a reaction, I pressed my lips flat and gave her a bored stare. My nostrils did flare when she used those damn nails to slice the fabric of my pant leg from the hem to the waist.

She seemed extremely pleased with herself as she flipped the destroyed fabric open to expose me. Then she untied the sheer robe and climbed onto the bed.

Panic set in. “It’s not the full moon yet!” I tried, grasping at straws to buy more time.

“Oh, I know. But I didn’t say you would get to come. I just want a little taste,” she whispered as she stared down at my cock like she was starving. When she lowered her head to lick my hip and over my groin, I bucked and fought, but that only made her laugh.

She wrapped her hand around my length. As if my head and body were on disconnect, it hardened in her hold. When she lowered her head toward it, I roared in anger.

Suddenly, the door bounced off the wall, and a voice that sounded as if it had been dragged from the depths of hell boomed, “Annette!”

Face ashen, she froze. Then she hopped up and spun toward the door.

My heart thudded in my heaving chest. All I could do was thank the heavens for whoever it was as I stared at the ceiling.

“Séamus! What are you doing here?” she finally choked out.

“Stopping you from making a mistake,” he ground out as he stalked into the room. His shoes on the hardwood floors gave away his movements.

Finally, I lifted my head slightly to see this man who had the ability to scare the shit out of Annette but also saved me. He was tall, elegantly dressed in what looked like an expensive-as-hell suit, and power seemed to radiate off of him in waves. This was a man used to getting his way and likely with good reason.

His eyes appeared almost black as they remained locked on Annette.

“This isn’t a mistake! Do you know what he is?”

“I’m aware.”

“Then why are you angry? Why wouldn’t you want me to have incredibly powerful offspring?” she demanded as she pouted. Petulantly, she crossed her arms.

“Perhaps because you can barely control your own urges. How many times have I had to clean up your messes because you accidentally killed the men you used?” he snapped as he glared at her, and she clutched her throat as if invisible hands were choking her.

“P-P-P-Please,” she choked out.

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