I want her.
Four hours later, a brunette is plastered on my face, and I’m absolutely numb to her kiss. It sparks nothing but apathy for me. I have a subzero desire to fuck her, though physically she’s nothing but sex on top of sex, yet nowhere near the beauty my demon possesses. I’ve never before been indifferent to a pretty girl. Nonexistent eagerness to even let her suck my dick.
That Succubus broke me.
The brunette, I didn’t care to remember the name of, rises on her tiptoes, trying to kiss me again, but I pull away.
Link looks up at me from his phone, which I bet he uses to stalk the only girl who’s ever captured his attention. And he dares lecture me on who I go after!
“Want me to fuck you?” I drawl. The girl bats her lashes, raising her eyebrows at my candid approach, but still nods with a coy smile. “Go upstairs and find a room.” I point up, and she obeys immediately.
Climbing those stairs enthusiastically, she keeps turning tolook back at me while doing so.
A minute or two later, I leave my drink on a nearby table and head after her. Three steps up, I halt.
Why the fuck would I go against myself? I don’t want the brunette upstairs. I wantmydemon. Those last two days she stayed in her room, the sun felt too bright without her to cast a shadow... and I love the darkness. I want to see hernow. I want her sweet scent to fill my lungs, to taste her, to kiss her, to fuck her, and repeat that until my cravings are no longer tied solely to her.
Both Link and Dean are eyeing me from across the crowded room, and all I can do is flip them the finger and dart for the door.
My friends follow outside just as I pass them by with my car, and the phone starts ringing, but I have no intention of picking up, nor checking the texts that keep piling up for the next few minutes.
I’ve done terrible things in my life, horrible really, so much so that a special place in hell must be reserved for me. Still, what I’m about to do now feels like I’ll plummet a few levels deeper into my own private ruin. I keep telling myself she’s not fragile. She can handle anything. And I’ll make her want me the way I want her.
I might have to tie her down, but I’ll leave her feeling so good she’ll thank me for it. That counts as me playing nice, right?
Chapter 9
Summer
Pleasure hits me like a shot of pure adrenaline, ripping the air from my lungs, until I’m panting, breathless, and trembling, completely consumed by this overwhelming bliss. Open-mouthed kisses travel across my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The occasional bite makes me tremble, bracing for the next one. A nipple taken hostage by a set of teeth, but instead of pain, it only stokes my desire for more. Those fiery kisses grace my neck and chest, while a hand has found a special spot between my legs, circling back to it over and over again, my body begging for even more friction.
I don’t want to open my eyes and end this dream. The sound of my own raspy moan is accompanied by an approving growl right after. Kisses trail further down my body, lingering over every spot they land on, before a bite on my inner thigh makes my nerve endings fire up like—
Wait! A growl?!
My eyes shoot open, and a gasp slips past my lips, unsure if Atlas between my legs is real or part of my dream.
I stare at him. He stares right back before smirking.
This isnota dream.
My attempt to push him off promptly dies the second I realize my hands are bound to the bed frame, double zip ties keeping me from choking him to death for pulling this shit on me.
I look back at him. White T-shirt. Blue jeans. Enough light from outside to see every line of his face in high definition.
Fuck his pretty face!
I should kick him. No luck with that either when both my legs are pinned under him.
“Untie me, asshole!” I hiss, tugging at the ties hard enough to bruise my wrists, but I’m not breaking a thumb to get out of this.
“You’re only going to hurt yourself like that.” His palm lands on my hands as an additional attempt to deter me from struggling.
I go still, eyes narrowing.
Atlas runs his thumb along my jawline, but I pull away, leaving the warmth of his touch behind. He collars my throat, but he doesn’t squeeze while holding me in place, letting his eyes settle on my lips. Then that dark gaze climbs, locking with mine.
“You didn’t want to attract my attention? Too late, Succubus. You’ve attracted the biggest, baddest wolf out there.”
