Page 21 of Succubus Sins
Zack laughed and produced a glass, giving me a sympathetic glance. “She’s not looking too good.”
I swayed, not sure what he meant. The room was a little fuzzy, and I couldn’t quite focus on anything with the exception of Derek. He stood out like a beacon of clarity, as if he was the only object worthy of my attention.
Derek uncorked the whiskey bottle with his teeth and I nearly fainted with how hotthatwas. Before I fell over, he poured and offered me the glass. “Nathan said you liked this one.”
“N-Nathan?” I asked. How could he just stand there, in his half-open shirt with that massive bulge begging at the zipper of his tight jeans, and speak of someone named Nathan? Shouldn’t he be wrapping his arms around my waist? Telling me I was the most beautiful creature to walk the earth, and if he didn’t have me right this very moment, he’d die?
His smile broadened. “Yes, my son who you met on the ride here. He seems quite taken with you, even if he won’t admit it.”
I staggered against the wall, pressing myself up against Silvia’s painted breast. “Your son?”
“Yes. Silva and I have had a few, actually. Too bad we haven’t had a girl yet. For the boys, she can’t pass on more than good looks, but,” he smiled and took a white pill out of his shirt pocket, letting itplunkinto the whiskey glass, “her looks are pretty damn good, wouldn’t you agree?”
I took one long gaze at the woman in the painting peering over my shoulder. Even she seemed entranced by the Incubus King. Jealousy surged a sour taste in my mouth and I clenched my fists.
“You’ll feel better after you drink this.” He stretched out his arm, offering the spiked drink as I blinked furtively, battling between my desire to rip off all my clothes and ask him what the hell he put in my whiskey.
He bobbed the drink in my face. “Take it.”
The Incubus King’s words held a command I couldn’t deny and I snatched the thick crystal from his grasp, draining the spiked drink in seconds. The whiskey burned deliciously down my throat and the knobby pill went with it.
I choked, stumbling and pressing against the painting, watching Derek suspiciously and cradling the cold glass to my breast.
Zack jolted forward. “Dude. Is she all right?”
Derek held out a hand to keep Zack quiet. “Just give her a moment.”
Zack growled. “If you’re messing with her I swear—”
Derek glared, sending Zack into silence.
The world spun, and it made me nervous that even Zack was worried about me. But the fact that I could even focus on him was a good sign.
After another few heavy breaths, everything became clear—the grand hall of massive paintings, the dangling crystal chandeliers, and a black-haired woman peering around a white-washed corridor who looked suspiciously like Silvia.
As if I’d imagined her, she vanished.
What was in that drink?
I shook my head as the heat in my loins abated to something less than an inferno, and my mind stopped drowning trying to imagine what was beneath Derek’s pants.
Derek tilted his head with an attractive smile. “Feeling better? More…” his tongue flicked across his lips, “yourself?”
I sighed and put my face in my hands, rubbing my temples softly. “I think so.” I remembered walking inside, but it felt as if I had just woken from a dream. I opened one eye to look up at him. “What’d you give me?”
“A resistant to my influence. It’ll last for twenty-four hours.”
I shot my head up and stared at him. “There’s a drug against our powers?” I blinked. “No, more important question: Why the hell did I need a drug to think clearly around you? I’m not human.” I straightened, for once indignant that my heritage didn’t make me special in this situation. “I may only be twenty-two, but my mother was over five hundred years old when she had me. I should be able to resist an incubus.”
Zack smiled and pulled me away from the painting and into his grasp. “He’s a lot older than five hundred years. He’s not called the Incubus King for his good looks alone.”
With a growl I twisted my watch, fiddling with it to figure out how to set a second timer. I always felt at ease when my life timer was in the hundreds, and 724 hours and 28 minutes shown pleasantly back at me with the familiar purple glow. Managing to pop up a second timer, I set it to 24 hours before I’d be Derek-goo again.
Derek peered over my shoulder and his scent tasted like roses and sex. Even with the resistant, he exuded everything I desired.
I flicked my gaze back at him. “You don’t have one?”
He hummed in response. “Can’t say I’ve ever needed to monitor my feeding.” He rested a warm hand on my shoulder and it sent butterflies fluttering back to life in my stomach. “Only those of us who deny ourselves need such devices.”
