Bitter Submission

Chapter Eighteen

|Eighteen|

|Luxinia|

If someone told me that I would be following Daemon to wherever he was leading me, I would've told them to lay off the drugs. Daemon was supposed to be dead. He wasn't supposed to be alive. He caused Dom's flip out. All that suffering could've been prevented. I didn't have to kill Dominick. None of this had to happen.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, staring at the back of Daemon's head. I just couldn't believe my eyes.

"My people. I'm sure Haden has told you what we are all about, yes?"

I rolled my eyes. Daemon sure as hell was acting like nothing had happened to him. If he expected everything to return to the way it was before then he was in for a rude awakening because I was sure as hell was not going to treat him how he wanted. He had to earn his trust again. "More like kidnap me and threatened to kill my closest friend, then yes. I know exactly what you're all about."

"I'm sorry. He's a little rough around the edges. I'll be sure to give him a stern talking to," Daemon muttered, "Jealous one."

"So this prophecy. What does it exactly entail?" I asked, knowing the gist of it, but not the whole thing.

"We believe due to your unique attributes, you can be the person who can kill the incubatti society. Once you do, we'll rise to power and change everything. Succubi are treated horribly. You have the power to stop that. No more living the way they live. They still do auctions for f**k's sake," Daemon snapped, his eyes were wild and there was something in his eyes I couldn't quite place. Daemon really hated how things were. Why was he so intent on fixing this? He was an incubus, it wasn't his problem.

"What's in it for you Daemon?" I asked, noticed that we were walking over to a beautiful Lamborghini Diablo Red.

"What's in it for me? Well, seeing everyone finally free. Isn't that what you want? Instead of being used? I hear you have caught the attention of Jesse Drake. He's a pretty powerful Greater Demon."

"He doesn't want to claim me. He just wants to play around with me. I'm fine the way I am," I don't know why, but I felt like I couldn't trust Daemon. He just showed up out of the blue, expecting me to join his exclusive group of people who wanted to kill incubi. This could easily be a trap. Convince me to go and 'join' him, but then I would be caught. For all I know, Jesse could've planned this. This whole thing could be a setup. Hell, I was tortured by his merry band of 'do-gooders'.

I found myself turning around, my annoyance being raised. As much as I wanted to stay and ask what was Daemon doing this whole time, I just couldn't trust him. This whole thing was just confusing. I didn't want to handle this.

"I'm sorry. I just can't go into the car with you. This... this is just too much," I explained, shaking my head.

Daemon nodded, staring at me intently. "I understand. Let me drive you home then."

I raised my brow, but he motioned for me to sit down. "Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you."

Part of me wanted to get into the car and the other part of me knew better than to go into the car of someone who was supposedly dead. Sighing, I picked the former and slid into the car, hoping that my choice wouldn't be full of regret.

The ride to my place wasn't as bad as I anticipated. We kept the conversation light, in fear that I would leave the car while it was in motion. Daemon parked the car right in front of my loft. I looked at the window and noticed that the lights were off. Jamie and Tess weren't home yet.

Daemon turned towards me. "I'll find you later on and we'll talk. I know this is a lot to take in."

I nodded and got out of the car without a word. A part of me was still angry that Daemon had chosen to suddenly come back from the dead now. Why couldn't he show up when Dom was alive?

Opening door to my place, I sighed and threw my keys onto the table beside my door. I flipped on the kitchen light and opening the fridge, craving some whipped cream. I grabbed it and tilted the nozzle towards my mouth. Mmm. Sugary goodness. No one ruined whipped cream for me yet. I allowed myself to relax and drop my guard. I needed time to be myself.

My eyes whipped open and I turned to my room. Something was wrong. I had a weird feeling in my lower abdomen. The air felt charged with electricity.

Slowly approaching my room door, I grabbed the knife I had attached to my hip. My other hand gripped the doorknob tightly, to the point where my knuckles were bone white. I silently counted to five and charged through my room, knife in hand.

My heart stopped in my chest once my eyes landed on the figure standing in front of my window. He stood there, his hands in the pockets of his slacks. His hair was picked into a ponytail revealing the shaved side of his head. His silvery eyes darted to mine, then quickly turning black. 

"Luxinia," Jesse breathed, my name merely a whisper on his full lips.

I set down my knife on the table near the door. "How'd you get in here?"

"Jamie gave me his key. I didn't need it, but still. It would have been rude to break in," Jesse turned back to my windows.

  "Why are you here?" I snapped, feeling my anger rise. I was on edge, not knowing why he was here.

Jesse laughed humorlessly. "I don't know. I didn't think I would end up here."

"Jesse, get out," I said, my voice even.

That's when he snapped. Quicker than my enhanced vision could comprehend, he was standing in front of me, his eyes boring into mine. "I can't. I hate you so much. You've consumed my mind. I should be killing you, however, I cannot bring myself to do so."

My eyes grew wide and I shoved him. "Leave." Jesse was powerful, he could easily overpower me if he wanted to.

"I simply cannot." Jesse cupped my cheeks and kissed me. His lips seared through mine, igniting my body. The taste of his mouth sent me on a tailspin. It was like a switch went off, and I instantly became aroused. There was no s*x energy in the air. My body tried to detect it, but there was nothing. This was different somehow.

I found myself kissing him back, his hands were everywhere, his hand splayed on my hip, teasing the fabric of my underwear. "Jesse, no," I breathed. I pushed him back and raised a brow. What the hell was wrong with him?

"You want this. I feel you," Jesse kissed me harder, his hand traveling to the back of my neck. I felt my hands coming up and grabbing his ponytail. His tongue touched mine and it was like time stopped. All sense of protest went away and the distant words of Everen faded along with everything else.

Suddenly we were on my bed, my hip was locked over his and I felt his hardened member on my thigh. A moan escaped my mouth as his lips landed on my neck. Jesse planted hot wet little kisses down my collarbone and then backed up. His hands were on my thighs and eventually, his lips were too. Fangs brushed against my inner thigh and my back arched. Jesse smirked and stared up at me. My eyes met his and I could see them full of lust.

"Why?" My voice was merely above a whisper, but with how dead quiet the room was, I'm sure he heard me.

Jesse didn't answer. He just gripped the band of my underwear and ripped it off, tearing it into shreds. A gasp escaped my mouth and he came up and claimed my lips once again. "There's a reason why lips rhyme with hips. Do you know why?"

I shook my head, feeling like I was on top of the rollercoaster and it was about to come racing down. He was doing all these things to me making my senses go into overload. The smell of him was overwhelming, a woodsy scent tied in with something sweet I couldn't quite place. and the taste of him was all over my mouth. His touch was searing my body to the core and I felt like I was drowning with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. It brought me back to the bathroom when he was kissing me.

"Because my lips are meant to be all over your hips," Jesse whispered into my ear, licking and sucking on my lobe. The sound of him sucking sent shivers down my spine.

Jesse sat up, taking off his jacket and then unbuttoning his shirt, taking his sweet time like he knew he was going to be here a while. Not once did he take his eyes off me. "Lux, you make me go insane. You put this feeling into my chest and it hurts." His eyes were switching out of silver and black. He was losing control of himself. "It hurts my chest Lux!" Jesse was shouting now, his voice hoarse. He held his head into his hands and tugging on his hair. His shoulders were wracked with shivers and I swear I thought I heard a sob.

"Jesse?" I sat up and crawled close to him, astonished of what was going on. Was this powerful man in front of me crying? Jesse Drake? Storm himself? To him, I was just a succubus, a lowly s*x demon. He was revealing his true feelings to me. That was completely taboo. I would be killed on the spot if anyone found out.

Part of me wanted to cry with Jesse. He sounded so broken, so lost. I could take this chance right now and kill him, I thought. It would be so easy. I frowned. I wouldn't do that. There was no way I would be able to kill him in any means. If Everen were to tell me to kill him I wouldn't--no couldn't--be able to. I touched his arm, hoping that he wouldn't flip out. Instead, he grabbed my shoulder and tugged me closer, hugging me from my waist. I felt so awkward. I didn't know how to console him. This caught me completely off guard. We were supposed to be killing each other or me fighting his s*x magic. But that wasn't the case. I opened my senses to see if there was anything wrong with him.

And that's when I knew.

 That sweet smell that was surrounding him was faerie wine. A deadly concoction of alcohol made by the Fae. They were very good at holding their liquor and almost nothing got them drunk. Except for their own creation. For supernaturals, it was a godsend. We always liked the strong stuff. And here was Jesse, drunk as sin on faerie wine. It blocked all s*x energy coming from him. All his powers were out for the count. Jesse was as human as they came.

"I hurt her... I broke her from the inside out. I was just so angry, so sad," Jesse shouted, looking so forlorn.

"Who?" I whispered, wondering who the hell was talking about.

"Both of them! They asked to stop, but I never did! I just kept going, not caring about what they wanted," Jesse shouted angrily, "it's my nature.

I stood quiet, noticing that what he was talking about was clearly upsetting him.

I stared at him, seeing him cry himself into drunken oblivion. I took his hair out of his ponytail and stroked the nape of his neck softly. He moaned and slid to my lap, leaning his head on it while his arms were wrapped around my waist. I leaned on my backboard, staring at the light coming from my window.

I stayed like that, the whole night, calming Jesse down, especially when his nightmares took him into the depths of Hell. 

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