Page 49 of Succubus Sins
The angelstone affected him, but not enough to keep him from moving so fast he was a blur. He snatched Sonya from the ground and then a painful snap sounded as he broke my wrist.
“You’re coming with me,” he commanded.
I fought back with a snarl, trying to yank my limp arm free. Pain shot up my elbow but I ignored it, having been well trained by Detective Anderson’s torture.
My uncles came after us, but they weren’t fast enough. Pain blurred my vision as I was sped out of the cathedral’s bunker and into the sunlight.
Away from the holy suppression of angelstone, the pain melted away and all I could feel was the intense desire to please the man with a death grip on my wrist.
He flashed me a smile, and glanced at my uncles swaying at the cathedral’s doorway.
“Remember, Luke. Remember who you are!” Uncle James shouted.
The Incubus King hefted Sonya over his shoulder and I numbly followed. A part of me wished I knew who I was so that I had something to hold onto. Instead, the city’s sunlight seemed to dim around the Incubus King and all I could do was follow in his footsteps, somehow feeling that my life was about to change in a terrible, amazing way.
Captive
Sonya
Raw desire woke me from my concussion-induced coma. Luke, naked and beautiful, peered down at me through the canopy of his eyelashes. His lust hit me like a blow and I curled onto my side, trying to douse the awakening of the second rune that recognized Luke as one of the four… but something was wrong.
We must have moved out of the range of angelstone, for the force of his lust pushed all thoughts out of my head. I’d never felt this drunk on lust before, except maybe when I’d been around the Incubus King.
I curled deeper into myself. Luke righted me and pressed my shoulders to the ground. He eased his himself against my underwear. “I want you,” he breathed. He moved, his erection rolling over my clit, sending pleasure awakening between my thighs. “I need you,” he corrected.
A part of me liked being woken up like this, but it was strange. The Luke I’d gotten to know, however briefly, was in full control of his body. This one groaned like a madman, unable to think of anything but shoving himself inside me. Images flitted into my head, a rare extension of my powers when a man was fully invested in having me. It usually took weeks of preparation to get a man this engrossed into the fantasy that I could read his thoughts. Something was definitely wrong.
I battled against the force of lust, and his physical weight. He refused to lift away from me and his fingers grappled at my underwear. “Wait,” I said, hesitating to enjoy his unexpected pleasure.
I held power over men, and their lust gave me life. Luke and I were meant for one another, we were meant to have sex that sent the stars reeling, but as his dick slipped under the fabric and squeezed through my body, I knew it wasn’t supposed to be like this.
My head ached from the metallic bat that had rung my skull, the one thatLukehad beamed me with. But I recovered from injuries with impressive speed, and sex only made my recovery faster. But this time, I wasn’t able to drink in his lust. The sweetness of it kissed the air, but it lingered, as if it was something foreign and I had no knowledge of how to take it in. It slithered until it found my necklace and the heat of it burned my chest. Relief pricked my thoughts, glad that at least my necklace could drink what I could not.
Luke rocked against my body and I closed my eyes. I didn’t know what would happen to an angel who fucked me. But why was he taking me? Where were we, if not in the bunker lined with angelstone?
I forced my eyes open and tried to gather a sense of my surroundings. Luke continued to groan on top of me, grabbing my breasts and squeezing. He was lost in the ecstasy, and a part of me wanted to join him. But there was no way I could shake the feeling of wrongness that lingered like a stench.
Then, I realized what it was. We weren’t alone. My eyes found their silhouettes in the darkness, and I knew, without a doubt, that Derek, the Incubus King, was here. The form beside him I thought might be Silvia, or even my Demonspawn daughter. But when the light shifted and Nate’s furrowed brow came into view, my breath hitched.
They watched in silence as Luke pummeled into me. I glared at the Incubus King, knowing that somehow he was manipulating Luke into doing this to me. Why would he want Luke to have sex with me? And why was he freaking watching?
When the Incubus King smirked, I shifted my gaze to Nate. His cheeks burned red and he cast his gaze to the ground, as if ashamed. Here was one of my four… standing by while Derek used me… used us. We were supposed to be a team. I didn’t know how I knew that, but a voice inside of me screamed that Nate shouldn’t just be standing there.
I thought they’d watch us the whole time until Luke was done. But Luke slowed, his eyes glazed over as if he didn’t even know where he was anymore.
Derek scoffed and approached, resting his hands on Luke’s shoulders. “Stop resisting. Finish it,” he commanded.
The blue haze that drifted from his lips tinged Luke’s nose. Luke’s whole body convulsed and his dick throbbed inside of me, growing even bigger than before.
I hissed and snarled at the Incubus King. “What are you doing to him?” I demanded.
Derek ignored me, leaving us and Luke resumed his thrusts. I’d gone raw and groaned at the ache. I wasn’t turned on by this; I was pissed off. My body wasn’t complying to the supple wetness of enticement I usually enjoyed.
“There’s got to be another way,” Nate insisted, for the first time taking a step into the light and making my heart skip a beat that perhaps he hadn’t abandoned me completely.
“You’re the reason this is necessary,” Derek retorted with a sneer.
I snapped my gaze to Nate and hoped that the question mark was painted across my face. What did he mean he was the reason?
