Page 5 of Legacy of Temptation

“What, the son of the Horseman of the Apocalypse known as Death?” Mace snorted. “The hell with that. She would have lost all interest inme. All the females want to get you into bed.”

“They want to get mydadinto bed. I’m as close as they’ll get.”

“Yeah, well, you still get all the starfuckers.”

“And you get all the females who want a twenty-minute orgasm.” Which was most of them.

Mace’s grin got cocky, and Logan just shook his head. Mace was…well, he was a Seminus demon, and his brain, body, and thoughts were wired for sex. If he wasn’t fighting or playing video games, he was screwing. Human, demon, vampire, were-creature…he wasn’t really picky.

His only stipulation was that his partner had to be female, which made sense since his species could only come with one, and Sems needed release several times a day. The poor guy couldn’t even pleasure himself. Lucky for him, his uncle Eidolon, a renowned physician at Underworld General Hospital, had developed a drug that reduced a Sem’s need.

Logan wasn’t sure Mace was taking it, though. Dude was always on the lookout for a lay.

They left Nate to put out the last of the fire and moved deeper into the dark club, past the dance floor and the grinding, half-clothed bodies. To the right was a hallway that led to rooms reserved for BDSM play, and to the left was a blood pit, where vampires and other blood-feeders could suck and fuck anyone who gave consent.

In some clubs, consent wasn’t required, or if it was, accidents still happened. Not here. Not at any of Nate’s six Thirst clubs. He employed on-site medical staff, and he would personally put down anyone who got carried away and killed their partner, whether it was in the blood pit, the BDSM rooms, or the main club.

As far as bars that catered to supernaturals went, this one in downtown Sydney, lurking like a squat mushroom in the shade of the massive StryTech building, was among the tamest and safest in the human realm despite the fact that Australia belonged to the demons now.

“I just got a message from Blade and Sabre,” Mace said, looking down at his pride and joy, his wrist comm, the newest model with cloaking technology and a color holoprojector. “They’ll be here any minute. Draven said he can stay for one beer, and then he’s meeting Shanea for dinner…” His voice trailed off as his gaze, sparking with the gold flecks of arousal, locked on something behind Logan. “Oh, yeah, baby. It’sher.”

Logan wheeled around, his combat boots squeaking on the stone floor. Bloody hell, Mace hadn’t exaggerated about the female. She made a beeline for them, her skintight snakeskin dress showing off every curve and nearly every inch of creamy skin. Glossy black hair flowed over slender shoulders and full breasts. She was hypnotically gorgeous, transfixing every male in the room.

Which meant she was a damn succubus.

Logan cursed, unable to tear his gaze from the female’s sinuous strut and the way her dress hitched up with every stride, teasing him with glimpses of inner thigh. And maybe more.

“You dumbshit,” he muttered to Mace. “She’s a fucking sex demon.”

“Ouch.I’ma fucking sex demon, you know.”

“Hard to forget.” She was getting closer, parting the crowd with the force of her presence. She moved like a viper slithering after its prey. And she was…magnificent. “Number-one rule we all follow. Stay away from all succubi who don’t live in a vase in our house and aren’t named Masumi.”

“Maybe her nameisMasumi.” The gold in Mace’s eyes spread, swallowing the black as he hit peak excitement. “You don’t know.”

Yeah, Logan did know. Her name would be something long and beautiful, flowing over the tongue like a female’s silky arousal. A faery name, like Aerilaya, or an angel name, like Celestia.

He casually reached down and adjusted his denim-pinched erection. The bastard.

“Besides,” Mace continued, “not all succubi want to screw you to death or steal your seed or soul. Some just want what we Sems want. A couple dozen orgasms.”

“Yeah, well, this one looks like she’s after more than a good time.” She looked like she wanted to screw her partner to a pulp and then devour the remains, Cujo-style. And her partner would beg for it.

“Hello,” she purred as she slid up to them. “You must be Logan.”

Logan started sweating. He never sweated. Mace was sweating a little too.

Anais,he thought. That fit her.Or Isla.

She reached out, resting one dainty hand on his forearm. Heat shot through him like fire in his veins, and a pulsing, carnal throb started in his groin. “I’m Beth.”

Beth? No. In the heat of passion, he’d call her Elizabeth. He’d whisper her name against her tender flesh as he—

He shook his sex-addled head. What the fuck was he thinking? He had to get out of there. Succubi weresooff-limits.

“Logan! Mace! Hey!”

Grateful for a distraction, he greeted Mace’s Seminus cousins, Blade and Sabre. Draven came up behind them and gave Logan a fist bump.

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