Page 55 of The Incubus Curse


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My face scrunched at the sourness of the shot, lips pursing as I dropped the glass back on the tray.

“Can’t say I’ve ever really liked the taste of that.” I fanned my mouth as if that would make the aftertaste better.

Dustin only laughed, though his eyes still were wandering. “I don’t think anyoneenjoystequila.”

Before I could make some snarky remark back to him, a sea of girls hurling toward Dustin almost knocked me to theground. They were unmistakably tumbling toward him as they surrounded him, eyes filled with a lust I knew all too well.

The kinds of things these girls said in their desperate plea for attention were almost terrifying.

“I want to feel you under that.” One said, tearing into her lower lip with her teeth.

“Please take me. Here and now.” Another moaned against his arm as she tugged onto him in an attempt to get him to look at her.

And the attempts only got more vulgar and desperate from there.

Was this how it was for him?

I saw them offering themselves like meat to him, begging for him to look at them just a second longer, hunger flashing in their eyes. Knowing I never did that around him made me feel slightly better about my situation and him. Or rather, I hoped I neveractuallylooked that desperate.

“Leave. I want you all to leave. Now.” He growled low enough that even I felt it. It rippled through me like a shock wave. Dustin ducked his head at me when they all walked out of the bar as if possessed.

“Sorry about that. I was so worried about watching everyone to see if we were safe that I forgot not to look them in the eye.” He growled once more, annoyed almost. However, I could tell he was upset at himself and the situation, not me.

“Well, then focus onmyeyes.” I teased, pulling him into me. My arms sashayed around his as if to pull him into a dance with me despite neither of us moving.

“Easy enough.” His blue eyes melted me on sight.

I almost felt that pull tugging at the back of my mind. Thepull to do so many satisfying things in this place, totally unscathed by the idea of anyone watching us. My mind flashed images of his glorious fingers and that tongue that sent a chill down my spine just thinking about it.

“Does that ever get tiring? I’d imagine you can’t hold a conversation with many people?” I asked, imagining how difficult it might be to go to a restaurant. Though, they didn’t eat actual food, so that felt like a dumb analogy to think of.

“Yes, but there are others like us. Other full breeds and half breeds. Plus, other demons aren’t as easily swayed. Typically takes a little concentration to get to them.” He smiled, leaning down as if to whisper that to me. As if it was some trade secret that the other humans couldn’t find out.

“Other full breeds? I just assumed there weren’t many of you based on everything I’ve learned?”

“There aren’t. At least, not here in the States. Most moved out to Europe, where the bylaws can’t affect them. Though I’m confident they have their own set of rules there.

“Why didn’t you guys move? Wouldn’t you want to be with others like you?”

“Well, yes, but it’s complicated. My father isn’t a full-bred. To them, he’s weak. And truthfully, they look at them like a sour interpretation of our kind. They kill most half-breeds to prevent the dilution of our kind. It’s all succubus politics, nothing really worth explaining. But we stay here because of Oliver, Sasha, and my father. Or-” His eyes saddened. “- I guess just for Oliver now. Considering.”

I leaned up, lightly kissing his cheek while I danced on my tippy toes to reach him. “I am sorry. I know it’s my fault that they died, and I know I can never forgive myself enough, but I hope you can forgive me.”

His brows raised as he almost shoved me back an inch. “Forgiveyou?”

I felt my heart skip a beat. Was he about to say what I thought he was? That he could never forgive me? That it truly was my fault. My worst fear was now coming to life.

“You’ve done nothing wrong. There’s nothing to forgive.” He said, a flicker of sadness washing over his eyes. “I brought you into this myself. Their blood is onmyhands.”

I wanted to say so much more in that moment, but I knew nothing I said would aid his broken heart. Nothing would heal this moment because I had been in his shoes. I had cycled through the same emotions when my parents had passed. And knowing that, I knew it was never easy to hear what people had to say. No matter how helpful they thought they were being.

So I said nothing at that moment. I just took his hands in mine and let the night naturally unfold.

The four of us danced and laughed for about an hour before Dustin went cold like he was tired of playing this game and acting like everything was fine.

“Okay, time to go.” His voice was eerily still, and I watched as Tina and Oliver’s mouths sunk into a thin line.

“Yeah, I guess.” Tina pouted, putting down her third fruity drink on the counter. Not that she paid for it so it wasn’t exactly a loss.

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