Page 12 of Wicked Succubus

“It’s hot in here, let’s go outside,” Ted whispers in my ear, and I try not to gag.

“Yeah, let’s get some fresh air,” I agree.

I stumble as I walk, and they help me walk straighter. “Sorry, I don’t remember drinking this much.”

“It’s okay, I got you babe.” Mitch holds me closer to him.

As soon as we’re out in the open, Ted guides us away from the club. “It’s probably a little quieter a few blocks down here,” he says.

I swear these guys make it too easy. They’re basically digging their own graves.

“Sounds like a great idea,” I slur.

Pressed between two of the men, I continue to stumble down the street until we’re nearing the opening of a dark alley. The club’s music sounds distant from here, and there are no more drunk people to cross paths with.

Mitch immediately kisses me, and I try to close my eyes and get lost in the sensation, pushing back the thoughts of what kind of man Mitch is and willing my stomach to settle. One of the other men grabs my pants. Pants? Shit, my glamour is fading. They don’t seem to notice. My wings splay open on display, and that’s a bit harder to hide. The three men step back with open mouths. I only kill one creep a week to feed, but it looks like I have three to kill at once tonight. I’ve never done three kills and feeds on the same day.

“Wh—What the fuck are you?” Brad stutters, and my smirk turns evil.

“I’m your worst nightmare.” I grin widely before I grab my knife from my back pocket, the one I took from Agent Cooper’s house, and stab him in the stomach. Blood leaks onto the concrete. I really need to find a secluded warehouse around here. This is going to get messy, and I can’t have the human police tracking me down.

“Woah, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Ted’s voice booms, taking a few steps closer to Brad’s motionless body on the ground, keeping his eyes trained on me as he moves.

Mitch watches my expression and the bloody blade in my outstretched hand, taking small steps back in apprehension. Mitch came off like the leader of these bastards back in the club, but now he’s edging away while Ted tries to play hero.

“Mitch, he’s lost a lot of blood! Help me get him up! He needs a fucking hospital, man!” Ted demands, foolishly rushing the rest of the way to his friend’s side. His eyes widen in disbelief as Mitch turns to take off without them. My need to feed is so great that I don’t care if Mitch runs. Next time I need to feed, I’ll come looking for him.

“How many women have you taken advantage of?” I purr, stepping closer to where Ted kneels next to Brad. Even now, staring up at me with a knife dangerously close to his face, his cock twitches at the sound of my soothing and sweet voice—the total opposite of what I look like.

“Please don’t kill me.” His voice quivers as he looks back down at Brad bleeding out on the street, and I feed off of his fear.

“I’ll ask one more time.” He’s so tall that, even from his knees, I come face-to-face with him and lick his cheek. As much as he wants to flinch, he can’t. He’s aroused. “How many women have you taken advantage of?”

“Five.” He trembles as he speaks.

“Thank you.” I wink before the blade smoothly slices across his neck. The rush of feeding fills me, a warmth that chases away the chill of the night, leaving me vibrantly alive. I’ll catch Mitch next time.

The alley is cloaked in darkness, the only light a dim flicker from a nearby streetlamp. I scan the shadows, searching for any prying eyes or potential witnesses. As I move, I feel the familiar tingle of my glamour reasserting itself, smoothing the sharp edges of my horns and retracting my wings into the illusion of normalcy. My clothes morph back from the blood-stained pants to the glittering party dress, erasing any signs of the night’s earlier violence.

Time ticks by quickly, each second a risk I can’t afford to take. With a quick decision, I lift the lifeless bodies and drag them toward a nearby dumpster. The stench of decay and rot fills my nostrils as I shove them inside, an imperfect solution but one that will have to suffice. It’s not like it’ll be traced back to me. It looks like they’ve been dead for days instead of mere minutes. I wipe my hands on my clothes.

My heart pounds in my chest as I hurry back to the club, the pulsing beat beckoning me like a seductive siren’s song. People seem drawn to me as I pass by, their smiles inviting and hands reaching out as they sense the energy emanating from me. The temptation to bask in their adoration is strong, but the club—with its promise of anonymity and distraction—is my true destination.

The bouncer barely gives me a glance this time. Inside, the dance floor is alive with throbbing beats and writhing bodies. I let myself get lost in the frenzy, the high from feeding coursing through my veins like liquid fire. For a brief moment, I’m just another reveler caught up in the music and chaos, my earlier actions fading into oblivion.

My body moves to its own rhythm, completely unaware of the world outside until an overpowering voice pierces through my surroundings. I can’t comprehend the words, but I feel the authority in the man’s tone and know that he expects obedience. His steps are silent and unseen, his presence is suddenly on me before I have a chance to react, demanding my absolute submission.

Agent Cooper grabs my waist and brings me close to his chest. His touch doesn’t make me sick like Mitch’s touch. He’s strong, there’s no doubt about that. I notice our bodies fit together perfectly despite our height difference. He caresses my thighs before he rubs his nose against the sensitive skin of my neck, sending delicious shivers down to my lady parts.

Agent Cooper whispers in my ear, “There’s been another female supernatural killing.”

Chapter 7

Zelyah

My body trembles, and I’m not sure if it’s because I want him or because I want to get away from him. He holds me tightly against his chest like he already anticipates my next move.

“You disabled my cameras and left when I told you not to go anywhere without my permission.” My body vibrates, but it’s no longer from pleasure.

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