Among Demons : Succubus Divine

Ch. 32 : Burning Rejection

After our little encounter I was able to learn a few more things about that Devin b***h, though they were mostly minor bits of information that couldn’t be used for much.

Holly had explained that the snacks and drinks she had bought on the day we met were all for a small birthday party that her husband was planning for Devin. And she even complained to me how, thanks to that woman’s birthday being on Valentines day, that she felt cheated out of a real romantic day with her husband. She was even able to describe the other Demons present at her house and how she felt abandoned by the man she loved since he was content being around those creatures.

I did what I could to respond in an understanding and sympathetic way, but her whining was annoying. It was also a bit of a struggle to avoid snapping at her for being so weak and allowing herself to cave in and permit those things into her home. So I quickly made up an excuse about work and ignored her texts for the next few days.

When the weekend came around again I drove to my future in-laws house and walked in, feeling at peace with the purely Human neighborhood that my father-in-law protected.

“Good morning.” I cheerfully greeted Nathan, giving him a hug while I joined him at the dining table.

He was normally alone in the mornings since his wife was a Nurse at the hospital, so I always made a point to keep him company. Even if it was only for a few minutes before he would leave for his own job.

“I was wondering when you’d arrive.” He calmly said, smiling warmly at me. “It’s been a while since you’ve had the chance to speak to my stubborn son, right?”

I nodded, frowning before I grabbed a piece of toast and the jam from in front of him.

“He’s been avoiding me again.” Nathan nodded, looking displeased while he leaned back and shoved his hand into his pants pocket.

“I had hoped that he would come to his senses by now.” He said, pulling his hand back out and placing something on the table in between us. “But Marcus’ refusal to even speak to you and fix things is starting to waste too much precious time.” He lifted his hand and nodded at the lone key he left there. “You should be married by now and already preparing to welcome my first grandchild.” I took the key and brought it close to my face, realizing that it was an apartment key. “Use this to speed things up with him.” My eyes widened when I looked back at his smiling face. “Force that son of mine to take you back no matter what so we can proudly continue our families legacy.”

I jumped up and hugged him, thanking him before I bounded out of the house full of excitement.

Marcus had kept his new place a secret from me and I had been struggling to find him outside of work for a while. It was only thanks to some help from the receptionists at his work that I was able to get his new address, but even then his landlord refused to let me in when he wasn’t home. So now, with the spare key his father gave me, I was more than capable of planning a grand surprise for him once he returned from work. And thanks to the day of love having just passed, I was able to find all kinds of inexpensive and sexy little things to use to have him wrapped around my finger again.

I placed flower petals all over his bedroom and bought lovely scented candles to create a romantic feel in the small space. I also cleaned up his apartment and made a quick cold dinner that wouldn’t take time away from our fun in bed. And I even bought and washed new bed sheets in a bright red color to help increase the romance.

When it was close to the time when he typically clocked out, I showered, shaved and slipped on the short and sexy golden nightie and matching bra and panties. I left my hair damp and only applied a touch of makeup just as the jingle of the doorknob announced his arrival. So, in my excitement, I tossed my large bag into the corner, spilling a few folders and things before I took a seat on the foot of his bed, facing the door. I could hear him dropping some things and pacing around the living room and kitchen. His distant voice muttered something as he no doubt noticed the meal I had lovingly made for him and I fixed myself up one last time just as his footsteps neared the door.

“Welcome home.” I purred, smiling at my Marcus as he stood in the open doorway.

I had expected to see him smile and say something steamy to me like he used to before pouncing on me. But he just stood there, looking tired and… is that annoyance I was seeing?

“Hannah…” He groaned, running a hand over his face. “What… the f**k are you doing here?”

My smile faltered a bit before I jumped up, determined to get him into bed with me.

“Don’t be like this.” I slowly and calmly walked over to him, taking his free hand in mine and tugging him into the room. “I’ve been punished enough over that stupid fight.” I pouted once I realized that he was digging his heels in, refusing to get any closer to his bed. “Shouldn’t we put this behind us now… can’t things go back to how they were?” My hands climbed up his chest while I pressed my body against him, a smile spreading across my face as I grew more excited.

Marcus had always been a very physical man when it came to affection. He would hold any part of me while we were out and needed to be close while we lazed about at home, enjoying each other's company. So I was sure that having my hands on him like this and feeling my body rub up against him was going to remind him of how happy we were together. How good we used to be when the moment struck and he would hold me down with that hungry smile on his face that made my body burn. I was so ready to watch him give in to me like he always had in the past.

“Did my father give you the key?”

I froze a bit, feeling confused as he grabbed my hands by the wrist, forcing me back and away from him.

“Marcus?” I looked up and my confusion climbed even higher, not seeing the smiling, saucy expression I always saw whenever I fanned his desire.

“He probably gave it to you this morning.” He continued, giving my arms a little shove before he walked around the room, looking at everything I had added for us. “After our little fight over the phone I was prepared for him to try and do something… but this?” He shook his head at the candles, flowers and new bed sheets, looking angry. “This is f*****g pathetic.”

My heart sank and I tried to rush over and grab his arm to do or say something that would help push away his anger. But he brushed me aside and groaned some more, pulling out his phone to text someone rapidly.

“You know, it still confuses me that my father is so invested in making you my wife.” He glared down at me and I felt a panicked shiver slide down my spine as he tossed his phone aside. “He never approved of any girlfriend I had before. Yet from the very beginning you were accepted and brought in as though you and I were already married.” He stepped a bit closer then, stopping just a few feet away and searched my face. “Why? Why are you so desperate to marry me? Why does my father give a damn about you becoming my wife?”

My mind went blank as his gray eyes bore through me, my hands trembling with the urge to spill everything. The true reason why there was such a huge weight involving our marriage was because we were the only ones in our families legacy.

My own father and I were the last ones left in the Milton family and our legacy was only half as impressive as the Ciarans. It would’ve been so much better if my older brothers had survived that ambush years ago, but the bloody Vampires got there before our back-up could. My father stepped back after losing my mother and brothers and chose to marry for love the second time, handing over control to the few Hunters and Informants he had to Nathan Ciaran. But he also proposed a deal with Nathan, asking him to consider having his only son marry his last remaining child so both families could keep going. And with the Government refusing to go against the Treaty to fund any Hunter family, marriage was the only way to continue passing on our goals. It was through marriages and trade deals that Hunters were still effectively killing and disposing of Demons to this day. And also thanks to those unions that new generations of Hunters are brought up and trained to continue our task.

But Marcus wasn’t yet ready to learn any of this.

He had been brought up by his Guardian mother after she went into hiding with him as a baby. And though the woman is dead and his father used a potion to lock away his memories, his instincts and personality were still deeply impacted by his mother. So until he learns to accept his role as his fathers heir and finally sees the truth behind our noble cause, he needs to be kept in the dark.

“I love you.” I choked out, stepping closer and taking hold of his shirt. “I miss you Marcus, I just want to be with you… and your father only wants you to be happy.” He still looked annoyed and his hands came up to try and push me back again. “He wants the best for you, like any parent, and he knows that I’m the best choice you’ve made so far.” My desperation was starting to give way to other emotions and my pride was hurt by his continued rejection. “What other reason would I have for wanting to be with you?” My anger rose then and I felt the burn of hot tears stream down my face as the embarrassment hit me. “Have you stopped loving me then? Is that why you’re pushing me away?”

How could he reject a woman dressed like me?

“It hasn’t even been that long since you broke off our engagement?”

Why is this living, breathing man stepping back from a woman so willing to go to bed with him?

“Did you already move on?”

That look in his eyes, as though my question brought up the memory of someone else… It pisses me off.

“Who is it?” I stomped forward and shoved at him with all my might, forcing him onto the bed. “Who’s the slut you're sleeping with?!” I tried to push at his shoulders some more and make him lay down, but his hands came down on my waist and he pushed me back. “Tell me! What’s the name of the w***e you’re thinking about?!”

Again. His gray eyes flicked away from me as he stood back up and that lost look returned to them. He’s thinking of someone else… his mind is focused on the thoughts of someone else while I was standing right there in front of him…

“I’m right here!” I motioned to my body that was concealed just enough to excite any man while it waited to feel HIS touch. “I did all of this to make you happy! To make you want me!” He sighed and shook his head, looking even more tired as he went to leave the room. “Marcus!”

Then it hit me and my blood boiled even more.

“Devin…”

Her name slipped from my mouth so quietly as I realized that she was the only new woman that had started spending time with him. She was the only new variable in his life that had just waltzed in after our break up. Yet I was never truly worried about her since I trusted that Marcus would never sink so low to actually see a damned Demon as a potential girlfriend. Maybe as a one time drunken experiment, but nothing more serious than that. But now, watching as he froze by the door at the mere mention of her… it connected all the dots for me.

“A Demon?” I hissed out, slowly moving towards him. “A f*****g Succubus?”

“She has nothing to do with this, Hannah.” He tossed back, leaving the room.

“Then why are you defending her?!” I chased after him, watching as he gathered my things. “You know that she has the power to trick you right?” He walked back into the bedroom and brought out my bag with all my folders tucked inside. “She uses men, Marcus. She has the power to make anyone feel things that aren’t real just so she can get off! She’s a slut!” He stuffed my coat into my bag and disappeared into the bathroom, retrieving my clothes. “You can’t honestly be thinking about anything serious with her… right?!”

Marcus was a sensible and smart man, he probably just needed to have a bit of fun before he commits to me. That’s all this is, right? He was just feeling cold feet with our wedding rushing up to us before. He’s not so stupid as to see a Demon like her as a good romantic partner. Not when he has someone like me that can’t be compared to even other Human women. And that b***h Devin already has a bad track record with men she dates. I can still remember how the whole school mourned the loss of her then boyfriend Anthony, and he was just another Demon like her!

But that look in his eyes… It was making me nervous, anxious and angry.

“Marcus!” He was still moving around collecting my things by the door before he approached me. “Answer me!” I grabbed onto his shirt again as he stopped in front of me, giving me the coldest, bitter stare I had ever gotten from him.

“What I do, who I spend my time with and whatever other choices I make have nothing to do with you.”

His words were so cold as he pried my hands off his shirt and started tugging me to the door.

“You’re wrong!” I shouted back, freeing myself from his grip in front of the door. “You’ll regret doing this to me Marcus! You’ll have to learn the hard way when that useless b***h tosses you aside for another d**k to ride!” His glare grew colder and my anger climbed even more. “Creatures like her don’t feel love! And once you realize THAT you’ll come back to me.” I shoved my feet into my boots and pulled on my long coat, knowing that he was close to just pulling me outside in my nightie if I stubbornly stayed. “And even if you don’t see the truth in time, I’ll be right there.” He seemed to take that as a challenge so I kept going, wanting to hurt him for rejecting me and embarrassing me like this. “I’ll MAKE you see just how much of a waste she is… even if I have to dirty my hands to show you.”

Those steel gray eyes that used to look at me so tenderly were now filled with hatred and acid as I pulled the door open and rushed out.

I was now more determined than ever to get rid of that damned Succubus b***h. Not just to help raise my reputation among my fellow Hunters by using her to get to the Matron. No, she needed to be tortured in the most painful way possible. She needed to see just how little the world cared about her disappearance before I took her miserable life.

She needed to pay for daring to take anything that belonged to me.