Page 55 of Fallen Angels

“I’m listening.”

“There’s something missing between Eilish and me,” he says abruptly but then his voice dies down and he’s quiet for another second or so. “As much as her blood satiates me and provides me with energy as well as an abundance of other benefits, I can’t give the same back to her.”

“You appease the Succubus,” I point out with a shrug. What more could she want?

“That’s the point,” he insists, his eyebrows meeting in the center of his forehead as though he finds my company vexing. Ah, isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black. “Idon’tappease her.”

“If we are now voyaging into the realm of your impotence, I am afraid the conversation must end here, old chap, as I’ve no interest in discussing your male… issues.”

“I’m not impotent, you fucking twat!” he rails at me.

“Then what,” I start.

“If you’d just stop talking for a fucking second, I’d explain.”

“Very well, explain.”

He glares at me, but continues. “I’ve watched Eilish and by watching her, I’ve noticed that after I fuck her, she’s still in need.”

“Perhaps her appetite,” I begin.

“It has nothing to do with her appetite,” Baron interrupts rather rudely, I might add.

“Then what does it have to do with?”

He frowns and then drops his gaze to the ground as though he quite regrets the words that are ready to fall off his tongue. “As much as I hate to admit it, I believe you’re a necessary part of this equation.”

“Me?” I repeat and shake my head to make him understand I’m lost.

“Are you really so foolish?” he asks.

“I suppose with regard to this conversation, the answer would be ‘yes’.”

“Eilish isn’t just Succubus, Cambion, she’s also angel.”

“I’m not that foolish as to have missed that fact.” I glare at him. “I’m fucking aware she’s a fucking angel, for fuck’s sake!”

“So, if she’s angel, perhaps the problem is that I can only feed the Succubus inside her,” Baron continues. “It’s the same story with Dragan—the two of us can’t touch the angel, because we aren’t angelic. We aren’t born of light magic. Shadows animate us and those same shadows allow us to feed the Succubus side of her, but not the angel.”

Now I begin to understand. And as realization dawns on me, my interest in that realization begins to dwindle forthwith. “Ah, so you believe I need to feed Eilish’s angelic side with my light magic—light magic that travels through my magic cock, is that it?”

He glares at me and clearly doesn’t approve of my humor. Bloody bore. “Eilish needs lightness as much as she needs darkness. And in order to soothe both her appetites, she needsyou as much as she needs Dragan and me. Were Variant still one of us, I would say the same to him, but clearly he’s not. And that just leaves… you.”

“I have no interest in feeding anything inside her,” I respond immediately, quite put off with this whole conversation. We have more important subjects to consider and Eilish’s sexual needs are not among them.

“Don’t tell me you aren’t attracted to her?” Baron asks in shock.

“Of course, I’m fucking attracted to her! I’m not blind, for fuck’s sake!”

“Then?”

“I just… I just don’t trust her.”

“When are you going to realize she isn’t what you think she is?” he demands, clearly perturbed with me. Well, let him be perturbed. When you speak sense to idiots, they quite often mistake you for the idiot.

“We don’t know anything about her or the consequences of giving in to her seduction,” I counter. Baron huffs and falls silent. “What happened before, with Dragan and Lamia, I can’t, and I won’t go through that again.”

“Lamia shouldn’t even enter into this conversation,” he grumbles.

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