Page 11 of Wicked Succubus

The handsy guy lets go of the wobbly brunette and grabs me, wrapping his arm around my waist like he owns me. I have the overwhelming urge to punch him in the throat, but I remind myself to have patience. “Of course we can help you with that. I’m Mitch, and this is Brad.” He nods at his lanky friend on my other side. “And that big guy over there is Ted.” He motions to the guy with a neck tattoo whose predatory stare makes my skin crawl.

Ted gets closer to me and picks up a lock of my copper hair, running it through his fingers without a word I want to snatch my strands back from his filthy hands, but instead, I stand there, letting them believe they have me where they want me.

The other woman is leaning against the bar for support, and she doesn’t realize the men are no longer surrounding her.

“We’ll make you forget everything about him,” Mitch says, bringing my attention back to him.

My blood roars in my ears, but not because I’m scared, it’s because I have them right where I want them, and this game excites me too much. I am a killer, there’s no denying that. Even if by some miracle I do find a way to feed without killing, I wouldn’t let this go. I’d miss the game and the blood too much.

“I’ll meet you guys on the dance floor.” I turn around and wink at Mitch, who’s still holding me in a possessive grip, hoping he’ll get the hint and let me go. “I just want to finish my drink.”

“You do that,” he says and reluctantly lets go.

When they’re a few feet away from me, I turn around and tilt my head back, pretending that I just swallowed the drink.

I signal the bartender with my hand, and she comes over. “What can I do for you?”

“Throw this drink out. It’s been tampered with, and call a cab for her.” I point at the brunette who’s still struggling to stand straight.

“Tampered with? By who?” the bartender asks, already scanning through the people that are in close proximity. “We need to kick them out.”

“They’ve already left.” I can’t have them trying to arrest my meal now, can I?

“Okay, thanks. If he shows up again, let me know immediately.” She picks up the phone and dials a number.

“Of course.” I walk away from the bar and try to look for Sandy and Trisha, the girls I met earlier. I can’t leave the brunette by herself. She doesn’t know what’s going on.

I already feel my horns trying to push through my hair. I can’t hold my glamour for much longer. Sometimes I wish I could get the infused tattoo and not have to worry about having to feed to keep me from showing my demon form, but the Arcana keeps track of who gets it.

I’ve searched everywhere but the bathroom for Sandy and Trisha, so making sure to avoid the men waiting for me, I make my way to the ladies’ room.

This is my last resort to find them. I grab the handle, noticing that my fingers have elongated. I pull it open quickly, walk in, and stand there watching people come in and out of stalls, but it’s never the girls I’m looking for. They’re probably already long gone.

I make my way over to leave when I hear two girls talking. “Sasha was hanging out with a couple of guys, and that’s the last time I saw her.”

One of the girls looks worried sick. I approach them, hoping they’re the break I’ve been waiting for. “Was your friend Sasha wearing a red plaid skirt and a black tank?”

“Yeah . . .” They look startled, and the one with a pixie cut is the one who speaks up. “Have you seen her?”

I sigh in relief at her hopeful tone and wide, concerned eyes. “I had the bartender call a cab for her. She’s trashed and three guys were trying to take advantage of her.”

They both gasp. “I knew those guys were up to no good. She just ignored us when we warned her.”

“Follow me. I’ll take you to her,” I tell them. I touch the top of my head. Pretty soon, people will see my horns. I just hope I can feed before then.

I watch for the men as we maneuver through the crowd. The last thing I need them to figure out is that I’m still coherent. Sasha’s slumped-over figure comes into view as we approach the same dark corner of the bar. Her friends rush past me as soon as they see her.

“Sasha, are you okay?” her friend asks, but Sasha doesn’t respond. “Let’s take you home now,” her friend says gently.

The girls get on each side of Sasha and pick her up, and I’m finally able to relax now that she’s safe and going home. I make my way to the guys waiting for me next to the pool tables along the less crowded side of the club. They are talking among themselves and laughing. They’ve got no clue what’s about to happen, and it thrills me to rid the world of men like this.

I walk over to them quickly. “There you guys are.” I slur my words, giving them the impression that I’m drunk and got lost.

“What happened? We were getting a little worried.”

I bet you were, Brad, I bet you were. You were getting worried about not being able to rape me.

“I got lost.” I stumble back, and Ted steadies me. “Let’s dance.” They happily comply. Mitch holds me tightly again, keeping one arm around my waist. We dance to two songs, and I see them getting impatient.

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