Page 6 of Succubus Sins
He must have felt the drain, for his breath hitched and his eyes went wide. He stared at me, his lust clouding over with confusion. My powers kicked in out of reflex, wafting an invisible scent that made him smile as if he’d forgotten what made him startle and he groaned with pleasure, no longer able to feel the pain I was causing him. I wished I knew how my powers worked. How could something that made him look at me like that eventually kill him?
He licked his lips as if he could taste the poisonous nectar and growled as he ripped off my thin sweater, nearly tearing it in half. He didn’t even notice the bandaid still plastered over the top rune that had finally staunched its throbbing ache, as if satisfied with the sexual nourishment running freely in my veins. I couldn’t help but feel the rush too, some unexplainable need to have him even here, on this grimy street, even now, when Sarah could walk outside and find us together.
My heart raced as I clawed at his zipper. It didn’t matter how many times I’d had magical sex. I was the most clumsy, uncoordinated creature to exist. He huffed a short laugh as he popped off the button on his jeans and slipped down the zipper with ease and his erection escaped from the confines. It was bigger than I’d imagined, and my desperate hunger paused to admire his pulsing cock.
“Like what you see?” he asked. He didn’t look me in the eyes, but cupped a hand around my breast and squeezed, his face lighting up with a smile.
“Yes, I like what I see, and yes, they’re real,” I said with a laugh.
“I knew it!” he exclaimed. Then we laughed together, half-crazed with the disbelief of touching each other’s bare skin.
Humored by the moment, and the draft of nourishment I’d already absorbed, I wiggled out of my jeans while he groped and kissed my breasts. I tucked the fabric underneath my bare ass and hoped he’d be gentle so the knobby ground didn’t tear through the clothes and into my skin.
David pushed my legs apart and tested my neck with his teeth. He didn’t wait for my permission and rammed into me. The thrust made me cry out with pleasure. His flesh wasn’t the only thing that entered my body. The magic of his desire came in too. The two pleasures battled with one another until they combined, bringing me to climax and blossoming me back to the fullness of life.
I’d had sex with a lot of men, but making love with David behind that bar will always have a special place in my heart. Sex was always magical for me, as was my nature, but I’d denied myself for so long. On top of that, David had resisted me until my need couldn’t be denied. It was as if some outward force had sent him to me, making sure that he was there when I’d been too stubborn to take what I needed to survive. To finally have him after all this time was a guilty pleasure. Like with any sin, once it was over, guilt was all that remained.
I could sense David’s life dwindling. His skin had greyed just a shade paler than the moonlight should have made it seem, and there could be no doubt the deterioration had already begun.
Yet, he couldn’t sense his own life leaving him. His blue eyes remained sharp and pure, as if they held his very soul and would never let go.
I wished that were true.
I shifted my gaze away and lingered on the gold chain dangling from his neck—the only article of clothing that still remained.
I slipped out from under him, grimacing as the protruding rocks speared through our pile of clothes we’d used as bedding. David had not been gentle whatsoever and my backside and shoulder blades burned with tiny cuts. I ran a finger over the rune that had lost its bandaid, but it was smooth as if soothed by the romp. I looked down at it, and even though it was still angry, it had definitely calmed. Then a voice filtered into my mind.He’s not one of the seven, but now you will survive. Find them, Sonya, find the other pieces of your heart that your mother scattered into the world. Reunite with them and fulfill your destiny.
I froze, staring at the rune that had just fucking spoken to me. Okay, now I was really losing it.
“That was…” David said, his words drifting off with a sense of wonder. He clearly hadn’t heard the voice, meaning that I was definitely losing my shit.
Trying to calm the shakes that rippled over my fingers, I focused on my watch. It’d been buzzing for the better part of thirty minutes and it was time to reset it to 730 hours—one month until I had to take what I needed again.
“That was wrong,” I finished for him. David wasn’t who I needed, but the prophecy had just revealed itself a little bit more to me. There were men out there who could survive sex with me, and I could survive with them. I just needed to find them.
He snapped his gaze up and I ignored him, pulling on my jeans and fighting with the button that seemed too big for the loophole.
“Wrong? That was amazing.”
I tugged at the button and the wretched thing wouldn’t go through. I jerked left and the threading caught my nail, tearing it the wrong way. “Damn it!”
David scrambled to his feet and stepped through one leg hole of his jeans. “Is it Sarah? After all those things you said to her—what she said to you. It’s over for good, right?” He turned somber. “I’ve seen you two breakup before. This time seemed different. It seemed real. That’s why I…” He features took on an aura of pain as he stared at me. I knew he was waiting for me to tell him he was right. But I’d meant to die. He’d given me a second chance and I didn’t know what to do with it.
Not meeting his gaze, I searched the ground for my bra. A cool breeze drifted through the alley, bringing with it a sense of relief under my sweat-dampened hairline and the faint smell of garbage.
I’d get the button-hole later. At the very least, I could cover my breasts. I looked down at them and sighed at the lasting red marks of David’s teeth.
The bar’s door creaked open and I threw my arms over my chest. Not that I’d expected privacy in a bar’s back alley, I just didn’t want to entice any further victims.
“Sonya? You out here? I—” Sarah sounded as if she was about to make an apology until she scanned the scene and drew in a deep breath as if to scream.
I threw my hands out, waving in defense of whatever accusations she was about to throw my way. Not that I had any sort of defense prepared, I just couldn’t fathom Sarah being witness to my crime.
David shoved his other leg through his jeans and battled with the zipper. “Sarah, it’s not what you think.”
Her mouth bobbed open and closed like a fish stuck on dry land. Her pink skirt flirted with the wind, flapping around her thighs until she pushed her white hand-purse over it. Her gaze fell to her feet and she shifted, looking unbalanced on her ivory platform heels.
Then I saw what she was staring at. A black laced bra.
