Page 3 of Succubus Sins
“We don’t need to—” I began to protest.
Sarah eased her fingers over my breast and nipped my lip with her teeth, making me flinch. She licked over the small hurt. “You need to feed. I’m always hot for you, babe. Take what you need from me.”
I needed to feed, and as much as Sarah aroused me, and I aroused her, sex with her wouldn’t fix what was wrong with me. “Okay,” I said with a grin, in spite of the emptiness of her offer to most succubi. “But the pizza guy is going to be here soon and I’m not going to fuck you through dinner again.”
She sighed and pressed herself to me, fitting her curves perfectly into mine. “We’ll see about that.” She flashed me a smile that was full of mischief and tugged me to the stairs. “I still need to finish my shower.”
Reluctantly I allowed Sarah to drag me through our bedroom and into the confined space of our apartment’s stand-up shower. She curled her fingers under my shirt and I lifted my arms to allow her to peel it off. She glanced at my angry runes. She ran a finger around the top one that had turned black. “Is that normal?”
I grabbed her fingers and brought them up to my lips for a kiss. The worry lines across her face smoothed as she smiled. She knew I didn’t like to talk about it, and she appeased me, giving me what we both wanted instead.
This was what I enjoyed with Sarah. She was so strong and dominant. I never got to experience that with men who were enthralled to me the moment I even thought about spreading my legs. But Sarah? I could never tell her no, and it felt nice to be wanted for me instead of my magic.
After I’d stepped out of my jeans, I squeezed into the shower with Sarah and wrapped my arms around her. I smiled as she kissed my neck. I squeezed her perfectly formed butt cheeks in return. “You’re working out too much,” I teased. “I think you could open a beer bottle with these.”
She growled as she slid her fingers into me, sending my breath hitching. “You don’t want to tease me,” she warned. “I’ll make you suffer and then we’ll miss dinner for good.”
I rolled my eyes into the back of my head as pleasure wafted through me. When I gave in and moaned, she spread her fingers apart, making my knees buckle. “You need to feed,” she insisted.
I’d always told her that my own arousal wasn’t enough, that I needed to give her pleasure. Had she been a man, that would have been true, to an extent. But the truth was that I felt guilty, and giving Sarah orgasm after orgasm was my way of making it up to her.
She took my hand and guided me over soft flesh. When my fingers rolled across her hard nub, she gasped and I took over, rolling in soft circles and pressing her against the tiled wall.
I took her breast in my mouth, syncing the rolling of my tongue with the swirl of my fingers, bringing a sweet musk of Sarah’s magic and arousal into the steaming air. When the doorbell rang, I ignored it, accepting that we’d both be going hungry tonight, but comforted by the soft moans of Sarah coming to climax because of my touch. Not my magic, not because of what I was, but because she wanted me forme. It was almost worth starving for.
Sex with my muse was always dynamic, even without the curling warmth of feeding on sexual life-force. But this time I was weak, and even though we’d brought each other to climax more than once, I lay awake and hungry as she slept curled up next to me with sheets wrapped around her like gift paper. Not to mention the rune across my stomach burned with renewed fever and the skin was starting to peel. It hissed a need inside of me that I was missing something important and it was time I stopped ignoring it.
I didn’t want to deal with my nightmares right now and I laced my fingers behind my head and sank deeper into the pillow. Sarah’s soft sounds as she slept next to me gave me a mixture of comfort and guilt.
I’d spoken the truth when I told her that I’d rather die than cheat on her with a man, even if I needed to feed. The last time Sarah had caught me with a guy she’d disappeared for two years. It didn’t matter if she knew what I needed, it still hurt her. That heartache had been a dagger that dug a little deeper every time I came home and found our apartment empty.
Then, one day, Sarah was there, and I’d made a promise not to have sex with another guy. I’d thought that I could feed off of her, for a little while. Since she was a muse, there was a magic to her that I could taste. But it took a dangerous night where I’d almost died to realize that her magic wasn’t something I could live off of. I’d been two blocks from the Succubi Den and that’s when one of the regulars had found me and paid for me to have a night with their most powerful Incubi. Even then, I hadn’t let him take off my clothes, but I’d fed off his kiss and the pressure of his skin against mine. It was just enough to keep me alive.
Now that I was starting to black out again, I had a decision to make. Either I was going to cheat on Sarah… or I was going to die.
Guilt stabbed harder than ever as I slunk through the midnight streets. Once again, I couldn’t sleep. Once again, I was drawn back to the one place that could give me some sense of reprieve.
Every step made me anxious. What if Sarah woke up and found me missing? What excuse was I going to tell her this time?
No matter how much failing Sarah terrified me, I still found myself staring at the inconspicuous Succubi Den wedged between two buildings masquerading as a massage parlor.
The round-faced succubi gave me a beaming smile as I dragged myself through the foyer. “Oh, honey, you look like you need more than a snack tonight.”
I slammed all the money I had onto the counter. “Don’t rub it in.”
She pushed my life’s savings back towards me. “He said this one would be on the house.”
She dangled a familiar golden key and I growled as shoved the money back into my pocket. I glared at her before I took her offering.
She ushered me inside and allowed me to make my own way down the hall lined with red velvet. When I unlocked the suite on the final row and swung the door open,hewas waiting for me, and this time there weren’t any sheets to obscure the view.
He leaned back against the headboard with his hands clasped behind him. His body twined with muscles and the lines at his hips pointed to a perfect cock already hard at my arrival. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he said.
I frowned. I didn’t know if it was the smug tone of his voice, or how trapped this life made me feel, but no matter how helpless I felt, there was always a choice.
With a growl I hurled the key at the ground. It clattered across marble floors as my vision wavered with red. “No,” I snapped. “I’m not going to live like this.”
He launched to his feet and his gaze burned with need and anger. I saw now why he’d offered a session for free. My magic had affected him just as much as he’d affected me. He needed me, wanted me for what I was. That only made me clench my jaw with determination that I wasn’t going to go through with this.
