Page 47 of Wicked Succubus

“It’s just some random guy I danced with once at the club.” I shrug. Chase is unimportant in the grand scheme of things. I have to feed, and I have to do it before something goes wrong. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“I’ll hang out right over here,” he says, pointing to a solitary corner. I hand him my drink and head to the bathroom.

I push past people on my way there. I haven’t spotted anyone I can feed off of, so I need a plan. I open the door to the restroom and walk in.

“Cool horns.”

I gasp and walk straight to the mirror. Oh no, no, no.

“Where did you buy them? They look so real,” the girl wearing a romper asks.

“Oh um . . . I got them online,” I lie.

I walk out of the bathroom and spot Easton. He looks distracted by his drink. I make a beeline to the door.

The fresh crisp air runs through my hair. It feels so good to let my horns out, to let this side of me out, but I have to hide it.

“Woah,” another male says standing by the door. “That’s dope.”

I ignore them and sprint two blocks away. I can’t just feed on anyone. I don’t want to kill an innocent.

I walk away from the strip to a much more secluded area.

“Let me go,” A woman screams. It looks like I won’t have to kill an innocent, after all. I follow the cries for help.

“Shh . . . It will only hurt a little bit.” I turn a dark corner and crouch down, watching the scene in front of me.

There’s a woman in a barely-there dress. Her tits are exposed as the man has her pinned against the wall. My adrenaline pumps, and I’m biding my time until I can rescue her.

“No one is going to hear your screams,” he says as he covers her mouth. She kicks him in the balls. Brave. He crouches down in pain.

“You fucking bitch,” he yells at her. “Now you’ve made me angry.”

She tries to leave, but he catches her before she takes two steps. He hits her in the face, and she falls to the ground. She’s out cold.

“I like it better this way, anyway. Don’t have to hear them crying or bitching.” He laughs to himself as he starts to undress her.

I walk closer, taking light steps, hoping to mimic my inner Agent Cooper. He still hasn’t heard me, focusing on what he’s trying to accomplish. He takes out his shriveled and nasty-looking dick, giving it a few pumps. It’s difficult not to gag in this situation, but the adrenaline and my focus on saving the other woman will ultimately override my disgust.

He’s on his knees getting ready to shove that nasty shit in when I silently walk over to him and put my heeled boot on his chest. He looks up at me, stunned, but then realizes that I’m a woman and his smile turns into something of hatred. Whichever goddess is on my side today, thank you. You just made my life easy.

“Not happening,” I bark out.

“You filthy tra—” Normally I’d play with him and keep him talking, but I just don’t have the time today.

I knock him out mid-sentence, the same brutal way that he did with the woman. I crouch down to put the dress back on her. I pick her up. This lady is taller than my five-foot-two frame, so it’s a bit awkward running with her as my wings feel like they’re about to poke out.

I run back to the closest bar.

“Can I borrow your phone?” I ask a woman with short blonde hair.

She is smiling with her friends until she looks at me.

“Oh yes, of course.” She pulls a phone out from her purse while I lay the woman I’m carrying down in a sitting position. Her head props forward, but other than that she doesn’t move. I check her pockets and find her ID.

The girl with the phone hands it to me, and I call a taxi. I would have Easton take her home, but with my horns out in the open, he’d know these aren’t fake. There are too many people around, but I just can’t leave her alone. Using someone else’s phone is a small but crucial step to cover my tracks when I feed. I can’t afford to leave any trace that could lead back to me.

When someone picks up, I give them the address to The Rocket, which is the bar that I’m in front of. Thankfully, the person said they’d be here in five minutes.

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