Page 54 of The Howl
Inhaling the cold air deeply, I realized the hunger that always crawled just below my skin wasn’t so noticeable now. Just how much had I really eaten? And what would happen to that person?
Typically, when a succubus fed, it was in the open. The person knew who was feeding on them. But because the person never saw me, I was unsure what would happen if I ran into the person tomorrow. Would they still feel an instant need to be near me? To please me in any way possible? I hoped not because the result of such a deep feeding would be more intense than what had happened with Eugene.
By the time I reached the Quills’, my face was cold, I’d lost feeling in my toes, and I wanted nothing more than a long, hot shower where I’d do my best to forget the day I had. However, after ditching Mom at the restaurant, I doubted I’d get any of that.
Instead of going in through the front door, I checked the garage and found my car there then snuck around to the back of the house. This time, I was more careful wedging my way through the bushes and didn’t hesitate in the dark. The last thing I wanted to do was face Fenris right now, fed or not. Thankfully, I reached the door without interruption and slid inside the house undetected.
The faint strings of music reached my ears, and I frowned. Music wasn’t unusual in the human world. But in Uttira, where creatures tended to have sensitive ears, most didn’t play it. In fact, I was the odd one in the Quills’ house. That music was playing now meant Mom was still up.
Walking quietly, I made my way upstairs. The sound of music grew louder as I turned down my hall. So did the sound of laughter from at least three different people. I started breathing through my mouth, already dreading what I was likely to find as I approached the entertainment room.
I didn’t make it that far.
“Downward dog time,” Mom called out behind Oanen’s closed door.
I cringed on Oanen’s behalf and hurried to my room. He would need to have his room professionally cleaned before he used it again. Even breathing through my mouth, I could taste the lust in the air.
That lust turned to skunk the moment I stepped into my room.
I stared at my bed in wide-eyed horror. Amongst brightly wrapped packages resting on my quilt, Piepen rode an overly large dildo like a mechanical bull. The loud buzzing and the continuous clacking of his tiny teeth did nothing to muffle his wild laughter as he swung one small arm above his head.
“I w-w-wish my mom-m-m w-w-would have giv-v-ven me stuff like this-s-s.”
Had I still been starving, he would have been dead. Thankfully, I wasn’t hungry enough to consume what was floating in the air. Choking on his awful lust, I crossed the room and yanked his toy out from under him. He squealed his disappointment when I turned it off.
“You could have hurt yourself. This wasn’t for you,” I said, dropping it back into the box he’d opened.
Guilt stole his indignation as he stood.
“I’m sorry. I’ve never seen presents before and wanted to know what was in them.”
“Never?”
He shook his head sadly.
“My parents were eaten when I was only a week old. Gram and Grand took care of me, but they were wingless and had no jobs.”
Just when I was about to feel bad for him, he grabbed himself.
“Why do my nuts feel cold?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Probably because you vibrated all the blood from them.”
He began massaging himself, which only made his lust stronger.
“It’s for medicinal purposes,” he said quickly when I opened my mouth to tell him to stop.
Instead of arguing, I retreated to the bathroom with my pajamas and did my best not to reflect on my crappy day. Tomorrow would be better. It had to be.
Relaxed from a nice hot shower and wearing my comfy button-up pajama top with matching flannel pants, I left the bathroom and found Mom sitting on the edge of my bed.
I looked around the room for Piepen and found him safely peeking over the edge of his drawer.
“Don’t worry,” Mom said. “He’s perfectly safe from me. I don’t know how you can even breathe in here.”
I shrugged.
