Wicked Wings

30

His head turns my way, and when our eyes lock, I give him a come-hither smile and put a little of my power into it. Not that I really need to, but I’d like to make this quick so I can head to bed. I have more classes in the morning, and I need to be alert in case I’m paired with Tanwen again for Combat Training.

A slow grin spreads across my mark’s lips, and I think, wow this is too easy, as I start walking toward him. He stands and heads in my direction, and I worry maybe I used a little too much power on him already, but then he says, “Excuse me,” and brushes right past me. My mouth falls open as he leaves the bar.

Damn, are my skills rusty, or what?

I smooth down my dress, brush off my ego, and charge forward. There are four other guys in the bar, and two of them have wedding rings, which knocks them out of the running. I might be able to seduce them, but I won’t. I don’t mess with married people. I may be a s*x demon, but I have some principles. Maybe that’s from my angelic side. That leaves two guys, and one is at least sixty with a huge bald patch, while the other looks like he hasn’t showered in a week. The only other people without wedding rings are in groups or pairs, and those would take a lot more time to work on. There’s also the bartender, but I don’t want to do anything with her in case I need to come back again. That leaves these two men. When I get close, the stench from no-shower guy makes this an easy decision. I sit next to the older man, trying not to get weirded out by the fact that he could be my dad, if my dad was human. The irony is that Father looks about half this guy’s age, but is thousands of years older. That’s immortality for you.

I could ease into this slowly, but the hunger is intense, and I just want to get this over with. I place my hand on the guy’s arm and lean in close. “Need some company?”

I put some magic into my touch, and he responds immediately to me, looking at me with unveiled desire. His eyes go straight to my boobs, and I nearly roll my eyes, but I keep the smile plastered on. Sometimes it really bothers me that I have to do this, even though it’s necessary for me to live. But seriously, feeding on only light or darkness would be a whole lot easier.

“Hell, yeah,” he says, tipping the lip of his trucker’s hat.

Yes, Hell indeed.

It doesn’t take much work before we’re in the front of his truck and I’m riding him with my eyes squeezed shut while his meaty hands cup my ass. The succubus in me is going yes yes yes while the rest of me is trying not to gag. I have no other choice, I remind myself. I have to do this to survive. But I still hate it.

The only way to make it better is to picture Kassiel’s hands on my body instead. I remember his lips on my neck and the way he filled me up. I moan softly and my nameless partner moves faster, but it’s the memory of Kassiel that is turning me on, not this trucker.

But then it’s not Kassiel I’m riding, but Bastien. He stares at me with those intense, intelligent eyes and presses that sensual mouth to mine. I turn my head and now it’s Marcus kissing me instead, and I weave my fingers in his thick brown hair as he lightly nips my neck. Then it’s Callan, wrapping those big muscular arms around me and holding me close as he pounds into me.

With the four of them on my mind, I make it through the encounter quickly, and my eyes turn black as I feed off the man. Succubi—and the male version, incubi—can feed off of s*x, or even lust and desire, in many ways. Having lust or desire directed at us is like a little snack, while s*x is a meal—and orgasms are the perfect dessert. And s*x with Kassiel? That was like an all-you-can-eat buffet that kept me full for a month. I can only assume that’s because he wasn’t human, but I haven’t been able to test that theory on any other angels or demons since.

When we’re done I say, “Thanks,” and practically leap off him. I clean myself up with some tissues from my purse, and then head back to my car. The trucker calls after me in a haze. Humans get hit hard when we feed off them and get addicted to us fast, even though we can only sleep with them once without killing them. The feeling will pass soon, and he’ll be fine after he sleeps it off, leaving him with a story he can tell his friends about how some hot woman screwed him in the front of his truck.

And me? I’m full enough for a little while. The all-consuming hunger for s*x is at bay, for the time being. I just wish encounters like this didn’t leave me feeling so damn empty.

Chapter Twenty

Bastien

“I

’m telling you, there’s something suspicious about her,” I say, while idly tapping on the keyboard and staring at the computer screen. I’ve already scoured Olivia’s files, hoping they might have something that will help us unravel her secrets, but they proved to be worthless.Father must know the truth of who and what she is, but he’s keeping quiet on the subject so far. I’m on duty this afternoon while he’s at some Archangel meeting. All I have to do is sit in his office and answer the phone. Easy enough…and extremely boring. Which is the only reason my mind wandered back to Olivia and what I saw last night, and why I called Callan and Marcus in here. The only reason.