Page 9 of Demons and Debts
There’s a knock on my door.
‘You up?’ Paris asks from the hall.
‘Yeah. What is it?’
‘Dreyson didn’t come back last night. Boss wants us to check it out.’
I frown as I look at my reflection again. I can’t go out like this. If Vic saw me right now, he’d lock me up. I’m fucking starving, and that means I’m a danger.
‘Get me a snack.’
There’s a pause and I know what Paris is thinking; the same thing they’re all thinking. How long will it be before I lose it? Before I go rogue and they have to put a bullet in my head? I snort. At this rate, I have a few weeks at best.
‘Ok,’ he says, and I can hear his resigned sigh through the door.
He leaves and I stare into the mirror again. I let my real self out, watching the scars that mar my face appear, not just as faint lines, but as the jagged, rough-edged, horrifying disfigurements that they actually are. My twisted horns are next, protruding like a dragon’s as my skin turns to a mottled grey-purple. My long tail flicks and for a moment I feel free. Then that need coils within me, the madness always nipping at the fringes of my mind, getting stronger, threatening to engulf what’s left of me.
There’s a hesitant knock. That was quick. She must have already been nearby for one of the others.
I pull it all in, dipping into my reserves and everything recedes. My mind clears as my flesh turns a more human color again. The on-call girls who’ll come at a moment’s notice know what we are. Some of them even beg to see the real versions of us, but I never show them my other side.
‘Come in.’
The door opens slowly and a human steps over the threshold. I can’t remember which of the three this is, but as soon as I see her face, I smirk. She looks a little like the girl from yesterday. What was her name? Jane. That means one of the others asked for her specifically for that reason. I’m not the only one who’s interested in that little human.
‘Strip.’
Her eyes widen and I frown. She’s not close enough for the lull.
‘Come here.’
She walks towards me, her body tense. She doesn’t really want me. No doubt she prefers Paris’ gentle caresses or Theo’s relaxed attitude when he isn’t playing ‘Doctor’, but she signed a contract. She isn’t allowed to say no to any of the Iron Incubi.
My eyes catch hers and the effect is immediate. Her body goes languid, her eyes falling closed.
‘Strip,’ I order again.
This time she does what she’s told, drawing her short dress over her head. She’s not wearing anything underneath.
I don’t wait, practically springing forward. One hand to her breast and the other between her legs. She moans, already wet and I turn her, pushing her down onto my bed. Her legs open automatically, but as I line myself up, I pause. I feel a sudden need to be far away from this female. I don’t want to fuck her. Confusion and hunger make me let out what, to my horror, sounds like a needy whine. My cock softens.
No! Not again!
This is the third time in a week. What the fuck is happening to me?
I’m so fucking hungry that I immediately start using my fingers instead, playing with her pussy until her legs shake and she comes with a loud cry. I close my eyes as the power of her climax fills me up. It won’t last as long as a good, thorough fuck would, but it’ll be enough to sustain me for a little while. At least it’ll stop me from launching myself at some hapless human woman while I’m out in public.
I pull my fingers from her cunt and frown. Usually I’d be chomping at the bit to lick them clean, but the thought revolts me today. I wash my hands in my small bathroom instead and throw on my leathers, leaving her in a stupor on the bed. She’ll come to later and feel euphoric for the next few hours, so I don’t feel guilty for what happened. She’s not new. She knows how it is here. It’s literallywhyshe’s here.
I glance at the mirror. Healthy glow, no scars and no tired eyes. I feel much better, but, as I exit my room and make my way downstairs to the stupidly large foyer, I worry about what is going on with me. My dick isn’t working right. It hasn’t been for weeks and it’s bad enough that I can’t fuck the contracted girls anymore. How many times am I going to have to get them off a day to stay fed enough not to lose my mind?
Paris is leaning against the wall, playing on his phone. When he sees me, he gives me a once-over.
‘Everything ok?’I.e., are you going to go nuts while you’re out with me tonight?
‘Fine. Let’s go.’
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