Carnal (Her Dark Desires #1) (9 page)

What
the
hell
was a thing like that doing in my apartment?

“Uh,
nice kitty?” I said warily, my hands shaking as I tried slowly shuffling toward
the door, never taking my eyes off the feline.

This
only seemed to egg it on, because it pounced, launching itself through the air
right toward me.

Chapter
6

MY
FACE SMACKED INTO the floor as two gigantic paws pinned me down. I screamed,
thrashing and trying to throw the oversized kitty off, but it stayed put.

Desperate,
I looked around. Where the hell were those charm thingies when you needed one?

Gritting
my teeth, I fought to change shapes into something to give the jaguar a run for
its money. My brain was so overloaded with terror, I couldn’t focus.

I
closed my eyes.
Concentrate, Sally. You can do this! You have to!

The
jaguar growled, and I tensed, bracing myself to have my throat ripped out.

“Oh,
for crying out loud!” said a sassy voice above me. “I didn’t even scratch you,
you pussy!”

I
froze. Did… did the jaguar just
talk
?

I
cringed as the kitty’s hot breath brushed the back of my neck. “Now I see I don’t
have anything to worry about from you. I was concerned, you being a succubus
and all, that you’d try to shape-shift and bully me, but now I see you’re
pathetic.”

I
gritted my teeth. It wasn’t just a talking jaguar - it was a trash-talking
jaguar. That’s when I noticed the paranormal signature rolling off the jaguar.
I was too scared earlier to think to check for one.

“Get.
Off. Were,” I growled.

The
jaguar panted, which might have been it laughing. “Or you’ll what? Scream at me
some more? I’m terrified.”

Placing
my palms flat, I pushed upward hard, and the cat dove off. By the time I
whirled around, a naked girl of Indian descent stood in front of me. She was
toned and a little wild-looking, with brown hair that stuck up all over the
place, like she’d just crawled out of the jungle.

Her
gaze was no less hostile as a human. “Let this be a warning, succubus - no
touching my things, no using my things, and no looking at me the wrong way. Got
it?”

I
raised a brow. “And who the hell are you,
Your Highness
?”

The
girl’s eyes narrowed. “Delilah, daughter of the Kansas City packmaster.”

“Oh,
I get it,” I said, smiling. “You’re daddy’s little princess, aren’t you? Used
to getting your way at every turn.” I walked up to her and jabbed a finger in
her chest. “Well let me tell you something, sister. I am no pushover. I’m not
going to roll over and let you walk all over me. I won’t touch your things, but
same rules apply to you. You don’t get in my way, I won’t get in yours.”

She
snorted. “Yeah. Okay. That’s intimidating.”

I
balled my hands into fists so I wouldn’t slap her. If I got expelled for
violence, I wouldn’t get a chance to spend time with Hector.

Picturing
him in my mind, naked, made me incredibly calm, but no less saucy. “I know
where you sleep at night, bitch. Just remember that.”

Her
jaw dropped in outrage. From what I heard, packmasters were treated like
royalty among their kind, which made her something of a princess. She probably
wasn’t used to having people talk down to her.

“My
- my father will hear of this!” she screamed as I sauntered into the unclaimed
bedroom. “He’s a very powerful man! You’ll be lucky if you’re not the one
killed in your sleep, succubus!”

“Go
ahead and try,” I called back blandly, and kicked the door shut. For good
measure, I locked it too, though I knew that wouldn’t stop a pissed off were
from breaking in. They had crazy strength, and unless they had steel-reinforced
locks here, my insolent roomie would have no issue breaking down that door.

Sighing,
I took off my boots and collapsed onto the bed.

The
purple satin comforter and silver pillows were a nice contrast to the
honey-colored walls. There was no TV in the room, which was a bummer, but then
again I was surprised we had one at all.

Sighing,
I sat up and dug out my laptop, headphones, and a notepad before popping the
unnamed disc in the drive and settling back against the pillows.

I
perked up at hearing Hector’s voice. It was so smooth and dark, like being
caressed by velvet. “Trista,” he purred. “So good to hear from you again.”

“I’ve
been looking forward to this all week.”

“As
have I. Close your eyes.”

I
did as he said, wanting to visualize things as much as possible.

“I’m
going to slowly unzip your dress, then kiss you from your mouth all the way
down to your clit.”

The
familiar heat returned to my cheeks, but it wasn’t as predominate as it was
before. Some of it leaked to another area of my body, an ember that hadn’t died
since our first meeting.

Trista
must have been having a similar reaction, because she gasped. “Go on.”

“I’m
going to stroke you with my tongue until you’re nice and wet. That’s it. Good
girl.”

My
breathing picked up in rhythm with Trista’s.

“Your
hips buck against me as we settle into a familiar rhythm, my tongue lapping
faster and faster, bringing you to climax.”

“Oh,
yes,” Trista murmured.

“You
cry out my name,” Hector went on. “Your hands tangle in my hair, and I suck on
your swollen clit, then run the tip of my tongue along your damp cleft.”

“Oh,”
Trista moaned.

A
soft gasp escaped me as my back arched, my mind locked deep in the image Hector
wove.

“There
now,” Hector said. “I know you’re ready for me. I slowly lower my zipper and
pull my pants down, preparing to mount you.”

Trista
and I both sucked in our breaths in anticipation.

“The
tip of my swollen cock caresses your opening, prodding, wanting to enter you.”

“Yes,”
Trista begged. “Please.”

“I
slowly lower myself into you, relishing the way you stretch around me, making
room for me. I’m almost too big.”

I
whispered Hector’s name, my nails digging into the satin.

“You
moan as I fully sheath myself. Your pussy feels so warm around my cock.”

I
gasp as he goes on.

“I’m
riding you now, slowly and surely, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust.
You buck your hips, grinding your clit against me as we fuck. God, you feel so
good. I grab your wrists and hold them above your head as I pound you harder
and harder, watching you come.”

Trista
cried out, startling me as she screamed Hector’s name so loudly.

“You
feel amazing spasming around me. Just one more thrust and…”

The
sound of Hector coming, a feral sound somewhere between a groan and a growl, was
enough to make my nipples tighten. What would it feel like to have him come
inside me, to know I had brought him to climax?

Trista
was panting hard now, as was Hector, though I suspected he was doing it just
for show. “Thank you,” Trista said breathlessly.

“Thank
you,” Hector rasped. “Sleep well, princess. I’ll see you at the same time, next
week.”

“Yes,”
murmured Trista in a dream-like daze, then the call disconnected.

The
other calls were all like that, following a similar script. Hector, of course,
altered it depending on what the caller was asking for, and according to the
sex of the caller. The fantasies ranged from screwing in public to orgies.

By
the time the last call ended, I was horny as hell. Thank God I’d brought my
vibrator, or I didn’t know how I’d make it through the night.

Quickly
writing notes of everything I’d just learned, I glanced at the clock. Plenty of
time to take a nap, get ready, then head over to the main hall for dinner.

Setting
the alarm on the bedside clock, I rolled over and closed my eyes. It took a
while to fall asleep because I was so worked-up, but after focusing on my
breathing and clearing my mind, I passed out.

It
felt like I’d only closed my eyes before a God-awful dinging woke me up, like a
dinner bell was right in my room. Sitting up, it took a few minutes to
recognize my surroundings and remember what had happened.

I
glanced at the clock - and immediately leapt out of bed. “Shit!”

Dinner
was at seven, and it was already six forty-five. How the hell had I overslept?
A brief inspection of the clock revealed we’d had a power outage. The time
flashed midnight, over and over. Swearing, I leapt out of bed. I’d planned on
sprucing up, but now I feared I’d look like something the cat dragged in, quite
literally if Delilah got hold of me again.

Furiously
searching for my bathroom utensils, I chanced a peek out into the rest of the
apartment. The lack of a paranormal signature said Delilah was already gone.

Thank
Heaven for small miracles.

I
scurried in the bathroom, rinsed down in record time, then quickly got dressed.
Giving myself a quick once-over in the mirror, I had to admit I didn’t look
that bad. The crimson halter top made my boobs look bigger, and the black
leather mini-skirt accentuated my wide hips and long legs, ending in black
stiletto pumps. I wore my hair long and wet. What was it Monique always said?
Oh, yeah. “Nothing’s hotter than wet hair.”

I
grinned. Maybe Hector would prefer me this way. Heat shot straight to my loins
as I remembered the way he’d spoken to those men and women, the way he’d made
me feel when he talked to them that way.

That’s
when another devilish thought occurred to me. Reaching beneath my skirt, I
tugged my underwear off and tossed them aside. Most of the time I preferred
underwear, but tonight I was feeling feisty.

The
stars were already out in the indigo sky as I walked outside. There was
something about walking around commando that made adrenaline rush through me.
As I followed the throngs of students over to the mess hall in the main
building, I noticed several male heads looking my way, along with a few
females.

Score
one for the succubus. Who’s inept now, Elias?

That
prick was going to eat his words, if it was the last thing I did.

The
dining hall was grand, with multiple, long wooden tables throughout that could
easily seat a thousand people. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings and
silver sconces lit the room, lending it a warm glow.

My
stomach started twisting into knots at the thought of having to make small talk
with strangers when I spotted Angela hovering near the entrance, looking as
nauseous at the prospect as I felt.

“Hey!”
I said, walking over to her.

She
looked visibly relieved to see me. “Sally, hi! I was wondering if you were
coming.” She glanced around anxiously.

“Looking
for someone?” I asked.

She
made a face. “Sort of. More like I’m trying to avoid someone.”

“Who?”

“My
roommate,” she admitted with a shiver. “She’s… something else.”

“How
so?” I asked as we walked into the dining hall.

“I
don’t know,” Angela said. “I can’t quite describe what creeps me out about her,
because she’s honestly pretty nice. It’s just… something in the way she looks
at me, like she wants to eat me.”

I
snorted. “My roommate nearly did earlier.” I went over how Delilah had attacked
me and our verbal showdown, which made Angela giggle.

“Maybe
Delilah should be locked up with Mab,” she said. “They’d get along just fine, I
think.”

“Mab?”

“That’s
my roommate’s name.”

“Odd
name,” I said. “Isn’t that the name of the faery queen from the Shakespeare
play?”

“Nah,
you’re thinking of ‘Titania,’ but Mab was another faery queen from English
literature.”

“Her
parents have a weird obsession with that stuff?”

“Probably.”
She shrugged. “Mab’s part Fey and part incubus.”

“Freaky,”
I said. It was weird enough hearing of a Fey being here. They usually were so
reclusive they kept to themselves, in their hidden realm of Faerie. What was
odder about Mab, though, was she was a hybrid of two supernatural beings.
Usually if bloodlines mixed, it was between a human and a paranormal, not two
paranormals. “I can honestly say I’ve never met a hybrid. Well, except you, of
course.”

“Technically,
I’m not a true hybrid. My White Magic abilities come from my father’s Nephilim
side.”

I
nodded. “Dully noted.”

Angela
frowned. “It’s weird. From what I gather, Mab’s dad was an incubus and her
mother was Fey. Guess faeries are fond of spiriting away immortals as well as
humans.”

“Huh.”
I didn’t know what else to say to that.