Page 11 of Hollyhocks

It won’t hurt anyone.

Else.

A red tow truck with ‘Snapdragons Garage’ in big white font across the side drives by. I take a peek into the driver’s side mirror, watching the red taillights appear as the vehicle slows. The truck turns around, and I inhale a sharp breath when I see Fitz in the driver’s seat.

His baseball cap is backward. The ends of his hair curl from under it above his ears.

He opens the truck door, climbs out, and begins walking over to me.

A pleased growl rumbles in my chest as I look him up and down. He is taller than what my visions teased me with.

Fuck,he looks so good. He’s wearing the Snapdragons Garage shirt. His chest is broad, tightening the material of the simple shirt. His pants are tight in the right places and those long legs deserve to be sat on while I fuck him.

Shit.

My eyes catch the mirror.

I look like me. I change into the woman I killed, my features fading away just in time as he bends down, placing his forearms on the door.

My heart skips—no—it stops beating.

With him this close, my mouth waters, my fangs tingle, my tentacles move inside me, and controlling this form is too difficult. I can’t have him here.

“Hi, there. I can change that tire for you if you need.” He leans on the car, his arms above his head as he places them on the roof.

There are plenty of things I need, but none of them are this fucking tire.

My vision tunnels to his biceps. The sleeves tighten around the muscles. A bead of sweat lingers on his neck. I can hear the small droplet moving ever so slowly until it soaks into the collar of his shirt.

I should have licked it when I had the chance.

My entire body begins to tremble with nerves and the need to throw him on the ground, unzip his pants, pull his cock free, and ride him right here and now. I don’t care who sees.

Let them witness. Let everyone see him being claimed.

I stare down at my hand, my eyes widening when the purple skin comes through. I can’t hold this form for much longer. Not when all I can think about is laying him across the hood and fucking him raw.

His desire hits me next, and it has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My panties become wetter somehow. My nipples tighten under the white crop top and his lust for me becomes even heavier.

It fills the small space of the van. The air is so thick with him that I can taste it on my tongue and the succubus growls wanting more than just his scent.

I want his flavor.

I want to lick his sweat and drink his come.

My swallow is loud as I try to control myself. I take a few deep breaths, knowing I can’t do anything in broad daylight to Fitz. I’m too close to town. And as much as this form is appealing to humans, I refuse to take my mate in any other form but my own.

He clears his throat. “I’m, uh, I’m Fitz.” He holds out his hand. “New to town? I really don’t mind changing your tire. It won’t take long. I’ll get you back on the road safely. If you’re worried about getting hurt or taken advantage of, I’m not that kind ofman. I really am trying to help you, Miss. I’d hate for something to happen to you.”

Funny he should say that… when I’m the bad thing that’s about to happen to him.

I smile at him, sliding my hand into his, and bite my lip to keep from groaning out loud. His calloused hands are rough. I bet they would feel good drifting down my body.

“I’m Holly.”

“Holly? Is it, really? You know what? My favorite flowers are hollyhocks. What a coincidence, right? Do you like flowers? You know what,” he chuckles, hanging his head. “Sorry about that. I tend to get a little chatty and ask questions. I’ll leave you alone. If you need anything, the shop is just two miles up the road from here. I really hope you do need something, though, Holly.”

“Is that so?” My tone is flirtatious and sultry. “Why is that, Fitz?”

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