Page 47 of Succubus Sins
I realized now why he wanted me to be linked to his destiny. It had nothing to do with romance or love. He simply wanted to know what kind of supernatural creature he was. He had no idea. Angels who hadn’t fallen didn’t breed, so how could he know he was one of them? How could he know that all the rules of natural order had been broken to conceive him in order to save the world?
Rage filled me the moment I realized his selfishness. “How dare you!” I snarled and slapped my hand across his face as hard as I could. His face lashed to the side and his lip burst open, spraying blood across the floor. Being a succubus at full strength, he was lucky I didn’t break his neck.
The sight of blood didn’t deter my rage. I slapped him again, sending him sprawling to the floor. “How dare you force such magic on me without my consent!” I was angered he’d done something like that to me, but the truth was I was hurt. I had wanted him to love me. I’d wanted this fairytale of intertwined destinies to result in absolution and explosive, magical sex. I was wrong.
He groaned and tenderly wrapped his fingers around his dislocated jaw. He squeezed his eyes shut as he popped it back into place with a muffled cry.
I snorted. Served him right. The angelic bastard.
Without giving him a chance to recover, I stormed out of the room and down the hall back the way we’d come.
The men outside shot from their chairs the moment I smashed the final door open. I probably could have walked out without a fuss if I hadn’t made such a scene, but I was pissed off.
A small glimmer of glee spread through my chest when they went for their weapons. They wanted to come at me? Fine, let them try. I needed an outlet for this rage.
My vision tinted in red as I drew from the Blood Stone. It was low, but it had plenty left to deal with these punks. Inferno spread through my limbs and filled me with energy.
The humans’ eyes went wide.
One reached out his hand with disbelief. “This is holy ground,” he said, as if to himself.
“So?” I smiled and drank in their delicious fear. “I’m not a demon. Just a succubus.”
Recovering from their shock, the others readied their weapons. I crouched before launching myself at them like a bowling ball going head-first into a bunch of plastic pins. They scattered the moment I blurred into them, but not fast enough. I caught two by the belly, my fists putting the full weight of my momentum and force into the blows. They crumpled and I swiveled to deal with the last four.
Luke’s lip curling into a snarl and a steel bat filled my vision before it bounced off my head and the world went black. The almighty succubus, wielder of the Blood Stone, soulmate to angels, taken out by a freakinghome run.
It’s Not Over
Nate
“What do you mean you don’t know where she is?” my father’s voice on the other end of the line roared. “Go find her, you idiot!”
If I’d thought the King’s voice had been deafening, then hearing the silence engulfing me while knowing his unending rage was about to meet my face in a few hours was far worse. I couldn’t do anything but keep the phone pinned to my ear as sweat ran down my neck long after the call had ended. The King was coming to New York? What would happen to me if I didn’t have Sonya when he got here?
Panic rose in my gut like a swarm of bees and I forced myself to lower the phone and tuck it in my pocket. The room was dark and empty without Sonya in it, and I cursed myself for getting so attached to her after one night. Butdamn, what a night.
I readjusted my pants which strained at the zipper just thinking about it and began gathering my gear. I grabbed my heat-sensing goggles, my GPS tracker, and a small golden cross. Because, couldn’t be too careful when a Demonspawn was on the loose.
A sharp knock at the door made me gasp and I clutched my chest. “Damn. What?”
The door cracked open and Sonya’s grandmother peered inside. I narrowed my gaze. I’d much rather be talking to Pete, the Incubus who’d gotten too close to the Demonspawn and aged like a mortal. He at least knew what we were dealing with. Not this ancient succubus who probably didn’t give two shits about her granddaughter.
“I just wanted to check if you’d heard from Sonya,” she asked. She was a powerful succubus, as any of the d’Ange family were, and I shook off the effects of her powers with a degree of effort. “How the hell should I know? Sonya and I aren’t that close.”
She gave me a knowing smile. “My destroyed library would suggest otherwise.”
Heat ran up my neck. “Yeah, well. She’s not here.”
She eased inside the room, shutting the door behind her. “I can see that.”
Still organizing my gear, I retrieved my last but most important piece of equipment. My pistol.
The cool metal gleamed in the retreating sunlight from the draped curtains. I popped open the barrel and checked the rounds.
Sonya’s grandmother didn’t seem affected. If anything, she was more intrigued. I inwardly cursed myself. Of course a succubus would like a bad boy with toys.
“Calm down,” I said with a smirk and kissed the pistol. “If a succubus is going to take my life, it’s going to be your granddaughter.”
