Page 9 of Succubus Sins
Refocusing, I pushed away the judgment, self-hatred, and regret. That wasn’t going to help David.
I wavered on my feet as I considered my options. If I couldn’t find Sarah, I needed the next best thing. Maxine.
Stomping down the street with clenched fists didn’t stop the fluttering in my chest. Maxine wouldn’t appreciate a visit from a succubus, especially one being tracked by a detective. But I didn’t have a choice. I needed help. Even if that meant getting help from a nun.
Third Sin's a Charm
My vision blurred as the sidewalk faded in and out of sharpness. Spaced-out street lights left long lengths of darkness for me to slink through like a thief in the night. Budget wasn’t an issue. Seattle had more than its share of city money. Unfortunately, the crime-ridden south side of Seattle, dubbed “White Center,” was known more for its bars, porn shops, and crime… None of those things enjoyed being in the spotlight.
I wrinkled my nose at a leering pair of men with hairy arms hanging out of their car window like they owned the place.
I didn’t have time for this. Sister Maxine was where I was heading, not trouble.
Their beady eyes flickered with interest and I sighed. Fine. Let them try and bother me on a night like tonight. Let’s see how that worked out for them.
The clicks from my heels echoed out and preceded me down the street. I shouldn’t have come down this way, but I’d been preoccupied. I’d lost my girlfriend, stupidly dumped her thinking that would finally allow me to let go and die of starvation. Dumb. My aura of temptation must have been strong, strong enough to lure David out and fuck me right there on the street. And I let him. I was a fucking monster.
“Where you off to, sweetheart?” said a burly man who slinked from the beat-up Cadillac.
His buddy with a half-showing beer belly shuffled to my side and inhaled. “Smells like dessert.” He grinned, giving me a bird’s eye view of his row of yellowing and cracked teeth.
Being a succubus didn’t mean I was blind. The drunken old man had been spontaneous. I didn’t care how ugly they were when it was spontaneous. But this? The burly man stroked his beard, and I could swear there were dried pieces of meat still stuck to it.Gross.
I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned, holding my arms out and letting them drape over each hairy neck like I was hugging mangy dogs.
“Fellas,” I breathed in my most seductive voice. I remembered David’s lips on my neck and heat swept through my chest. I let the memory engulf me until the yearning returned. I sighed and pushed it through my palms and into the men’s bodies.
To control them I needed to feed them.
I screwed one eye open and their tongues were already lolling. Their eyelids fluttered and they staggered under my slight weight. Maybe I was laying it on a bit too thick.
Then I saw the fresh bloodstains on their boots.
I stumbled back and they toppled over onto the ground, wobbling around like overthrown turtles. While they were drunk and disoriented on my power, I shifted to the car and peered in.
Two women.
Dead.
Once the bastards righted themselves, they crawled to my feet and I forced my lips into a smile, focusing on the lust I tasted on my breath. A succubus’ lust for vengeful death… That was a compulsion I rarely had the chance to use.
“You know what I want?” I asked sweetly.
“A spanking?” the bearded man barked.
I huffed a laugh. “Ah, yes! What a great idea. Except…” I ran my finger across his chin and ignored the nausea rolling in my stomach. “Why don’t you spank your friend? With your fist, of course. Over and over again, right in his face. Do it until he stops moving. I wouldlovethat.”
He blinked, and there was a flicker of fight in his eyes. I pressed in closer and exhaled.
He breathed in the fine dust of my power and trembled. “And then?” he asked. There wasn’t a shred of disobedience left in the man.
“And then, I want you to drag him—” I pointed to the belly-man, “to the police station. Tell them what you did. Everything…you’ve ever done. Would you do that for me?”
The belly-man clapped his hands together like a bumbling idiot. “What do I do?”
I swept my hand over his face and purred my next words. “You die.”
The thumps of fist against flesh matched the steady beat of my heart and clink of my heels as I made my way to the West Seattle Bridge.
