Page 23 of Wicked Succubus

Shit, I spoke that out loud again.

“Wow, is this how they pick everyone up in Faerie?” I ask randomly, trying to focus on anything other than the desire coursing through me.

“Only for very important faeries.” He chuckles, and it’s like honey to my ears.

I arch a brow. “And I suppose you’re important?”

He shrugs. “Maybe only a little.”

That does nothing to calm my nerves, it heightens them even more. Who the hell is this fae? I thought he was only an agent, but he seems to be much more than that.

“Come on, get in,” he says, placing one hand on my lower back. The gesture feels possessive, is he feeling the same way I do? I need something to distract me from his closeness. I walk up the three steps and sit on one side of the carriage. I’m relieved when he sits on the opposite side.

Is it really better, though? All we’ll be able to do is watch each other the whole time.

“How long is the . . . uh . . . drive?” I’m not sure what to call this.

“The portal is a mile away from our destination so that people can’t just portal into this territory unchecked without having to pass security measures first.” He fixes his collar like it might be too hot for him here. I’m no vampire, but I can see how quickly that vein in his neck is pulsing.

I bounce my knee up and down, but it shakes the whole damn carriage, and I’m afraid of breaking it and having to walk in these insane heels. Remembering I hid a pack of gum, I slide my hand down to my thigh, feeling the soft fabric of my dress against my skin as I retrieve a stick of gum from my garter. His eyebrows raise, silently questioning my actions as his gaze lingers too long on the exposed curve of my leg.

“You want gum?” I ask, assuming that he’s shocked I hid it in there.

He swallows hard before answering, “Yeah, I’ll take one.”

I hand him one, being extra careful not to touch him, but the carriage hits something, maybe a large rock, and I’m thrown toward him. An intense, electric sensation shoots through me, like a jolt of lightning. My skin tingles, and for a moment, I feel like I’m drowning in the intensity of it. He doesn’t move, and when I look up, I can almost see blue swirls in his vibrant eyes.

Is it hot in here? This carriage needs some air conditioning.

“We don’t have that type of technology here.”

Well shit, I spoke out loud again.

“But maybe we should.” His voice is strained, and I’m happy I’m not the only one who’s affected by whatever the fuck is going on here.

We hit another bump, and my body moves even closer. I’m now sitting on his lap with no clue how I got there. My body tenses, wanting to release, wanting to feed. It’s a strain to hold it back, but I have to. I have no choice. If anything happens to me here, I can’t escape. He’s right about Faerie being beautiful but dangerous, and I’m more likely to be captured here than back home.

Agent Cooper is chewing on his piece of gum quite fast, and I can’t help admiring his strong jaw moving up and down. My gaze focuses on his lips.

“Prince Valerian,” the driver announces.

I freeze. Prince? This arrogant FBI big shot is secretly royal? That explains the superiority complex. It seems like I’m not the only one keeping secrets. This FBI agent is keeping a couple of his own. I have so many questions now. What am I willing to risk to uncover this prince’s secrets?

Chapter 13

Zelyah

Agent Cooper, apparently also known as Prince Valerian, has a bead of sweat dripping down his brow. Is he nervous now that I know the truth about him? Maybe this trip was worth the anxiety after all.

“Yes, Edwin?” Even his tone sounds more authoritative. His features are sharper, more defined, and as much as I don’t want to admit it, he looks fucking hot. I wonder if it has something to do with coming to his realm, it enhances his features somehow.

I slowly slide back over to my side of the carriage bench, feeling Agent Cooper’s eyes tracking my every movement.

“We’re glad to have you back. You’ve been missed,” he says. Then he adds with a chuckle, “Especially by the women.”

That grabs his attention, and he faces away from me. I almost unleash my power of control so he’ll look at me again. I’m not one to be possessive, I’ve had to let go of a lot of my belongings because I’m always on the run, so it comes as a shock when I feel territorial over Agent Cooper. I think it must be because I’ve been staying with him, and he’s the only one I know in Faerie. Yeah, that makes more sense than me being outright jealous. I’m not the jealous type, especially when I can get whomever I want with my power. Doesn’t mean I’d actually do it.

“I bet,” he says with a faraway look, and I’m not sure what it is, but I hate his expression. He looks like he’s thinking about the women he’ll encounter here.

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