Wicked Wings

17

It’s impossible. Succubi and incubi—known collectively as the Lilim—are doomed to live a life with many lovers but no real love. We can’t get close to humans without killing them, and angels, demons, and fae are not much better off. We can sleep with supernaturals more than once without killing them at least, but over time we still drain them dry. It would require a group of very strong supernaturals to withstand the insatiable hunger of a succubus, and finding that is damn near impossible. If my mother, who has lived for thousands of years, hasn’t found lasting love, I have no hope of it either.

But then he’s shoving my panties aside, and I forget all of that. The only thing that matters is this moment with him right now, with his mouth on my neck and his c**k sliding inside me. He thrusts hard, filling me up, caging me between him and the wall. Every time his hips rock into mine, I feel his delicious lust giving me power and strength, temporarily sating my hunger. I lean my head back and close my eyes, partly because it feels too good, and partly so he won’t notice my eyes have turned black—a side effect of a succubus feeding.

He lifts me up and wraps my legs around him, and his mouth finds mine again, claiming it with every touch of his lips and stroke of his tongue. I normally feel nothing when I have s*x with random strangers, but right now I can’t stop feeling. s*x with this stranger in a suit is unlike anything I’ve experienced before, and it’s intoxicating.

As he pounds harder, he hits me in just the right spot, and I’m close, so close. He takes my chin in his hand and captures my mouth again, sending me over the edge. I cling to his body as the c****x hits me, and I feel him join me in release only moments later. I’m hit with a wave of power so strong it would knock me off my feet if I wasn’t already wrapped around this man. His energy is so much stronger than anything I’ve encountered before, and I feel like I’ve fed on ten men instead of just one.

I don’t know what he is—but I can tell he’s not human.

He breaks the kiss and looks at me in surprise. “You’re a succubus.”

He knows.

I push him away from me, my heart pounding, my eyes wide. They’re still black from feeding, confirming what he just said.

There are only three people in the world who know what I am. Until now.

I’ve made a huge mistake.

I throw open the door and run out of his hotel room as fast as I can. He shouts, “Wait!” but I’m already around the corner and banging on the elevator call button like my life depends on it, while simultaneously yanking down my dress. The elevator opens immediately and I rush inside, then press the Door Close button. He makes it to the elevator just as the door shuts.

I collapse against the mirrored wall, trying to catch my breath. How did he know? I made sure to keep my eyes shut, which means he must have sensed it when I fed on him. s**t, s**t, s**t. I should have known a guy that hot wasn’t human, but I was hungry and reckless, and ignored everything my parents taught me. They will lock me up forever if they hear about what just happened.

I’ll have to put in my resignation at the bar immediately. I might even need to leave the city. But he doesn’t know my name or anything about me other than that I work at this hotel, and he doesn’t live in Los Angeles. I won’t ever see him again. I hope.

Chapter Eleven

Olivia

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nd as a reminder,” Uriel says, “flying is allowed over the campus, the surrounding forest, and to the nearby town of Angel Peak, but nowhere else. Thank you, and have a wonderful year at Seraphim Academy.”

Other students stand up, and I blink rapidly as the world comes back into focus. Orientation is over, and I have no idea what happened after Professor Kassiel was introduced and my mind went back to that night we met. He told me he just moved to Northern California. He said he was a history professor. He obviously wasn’t human. Dammit, I should have made the connection. Except Jonah went missing only a few weeks later, and I completely forgot about the encounter. Until now.

How am I going to get through this year when one of my professors knows what I really am? Everyone starts to file out, and I hope I can slip out in the crowd without Kassiel seeing me. As I follow Araceli into the aisle, a tall, imposing man moves in front of me. Bastien’s eyes narrow as he blocks my path. “Headmaster Uriel would like to speak with you in his office now.”

I’m completely taken off-guard and dumbly ask, “He does?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it? Follow me.”

I cast one last look at Araceli, but there’s no way she can save me. Why would Headmaster Uriel want to see me? What does he know?

People move out of the way like Bastien is a snake who might bite them, and we’re outside the auditorium quickly, putting me out of sight of Kassiel at least. Bastien walks down the path and I walk beside him, my movements stiff. He doesn’t say a thing, even though I keep glancing over at him. I can’t help it. There’s something about him I find so intriguing. I want to peel off his hard shell and arrogant layers and see what’s lurking underneath. He takes me to a two-story Victorian house that seems out of place on campus, and leads me inside the front door. “This is the Headmaster’s house,” Bastien explains in a clipped voice. There’s an ornate staircase made of dark wood, and a blue and gold Persian rug under us, but the home feels cold and unwelcoming.