Page 6 of Bite Me

Jada shoved some of her favorite clothes into a bag, grabbed the money she’d been hoarding to buy human food, and searched around until she found the courage she’d been lacking for hundreds of years.

Succubae didn’t survive on their own. That’s why they formed covens under the succubus or incubus who created them.

The fastest way to kill a succubus wasn’t a stake through the heart, or daylight, or garlic, like in the misinformed legends. It was banishment.

She’d basically banished herself.

Hell’s big sweaty balls.

Jada hit the street running. Okay, not actually running. That would require moving her muscles more than her jiggly butt was capable of doing. Too many donuts. She did hurry along though.

Without a coven, she had no place to stay, no place to eat.

Except the donut shop out by the golf course but, it didn’t open for a few more hours. Like eight.

It would take half that long to walk there anyway.

“Hey, baby. Where you going? Need a ride?” A convertible filled with horny twenty-somethings pulled up beside her.

She kept on moving, even though she could live off their combined sexual energy for a week. “No, you need a swift kick in the ass?”

“Whatever fatty.” The car screeched away, the gaggle of dickheads laughing like they’d told the funniest joke ever.

Sigh. Jada had ninety-nine problems, but her curves weren’t one.

That very minute every single one of those problems showed up.

Appearing out of the shadows, demon dragons formed into their black slithery snake-like forms around her.

“Alone?” one of them hissed . The sound of its voice creeped her the hell out.

Jada backed away, only to find another one right behind her. She held out her hand, like that was going to keep them from killing her. “No, my coven is, uh, meeting me here. So, you’d better get away from me.”

“No.” The beast in front of her sniffed the air. “No demons here. Only you.”

Well, shit. She was completely defenseless. The only weapons she’d ever had were her teeth and her hypnotic allure. But it was to attract prey, not keep from being prey.

Demons didn’t fight with other demons, and humans were food, not threats. She had never needed to defend herself.

“I know kung fu.” More like kung food. She raised an fist in the air and took a Karate Kid stance. Her fangs extended, responding to the adrenaline coursing through her. She might not know anything about self-defense, but she could bite their faces off.

Hopefully, they wouldn’t taste as bad as they looked. She wasn’t into blackened lizard-skin.

The demon dragons snarled and launched into the air coming at her. She ducked and rolled, narrowly missing the outstretched claws.

There was a tree ten yards up the road. Maybe she could scramble up it. What, like demon dragons couldn’t climb? She made a mad dash for the tree anyway.

A quick glance over her shoulder showed them closing in on her. Then a great flame burst out over her head and the demon dragons went up in flames one by one, squealing and dissolving into black smears of ash on the ground.

“That was a close one, dear. We almost didn’t find you in time.”

Whoa. A woman, in a white flowing dress straight out of the Renaissance festival, sat in the tree above her.

Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe her. Long flowing dark hair, gorgeous olive skin, rosy cheeks, and a Mother Nature vibe made her absolutely stunning.

For a moment, Jada suspected the woman was a succubus. She was that good looking, that sensual. But a succubus’s allure didn’t work on one of their own kind.

Had she burned up the demon dragons? Jada didn’t see a flame thrower anywhere.

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