Counterpart (Succubi & Incubi Assn.)
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Authors: K.J. Hunter-Brown
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K.J Hunter-Brown
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This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events and
situations are the product of the author’s imagination.
Written, edited and published by K.J Hunter-Brown
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To anyone who's everyone, be free, be real, be you.
One – Friends with Benefits and Complications
Two – Am I The Only One That Can’t Stand College?
Three – Misinterpreted Distraction
Four – Drunk Maya And Alcohol Do Not Work Well Together
Five – When Things Turn To Shit, Just Call Daniel
Eleven – A Lion Stalks Its Prey
Twelve – Are All Males Irritating?
Thirteen – I Really Should’ve Seen It Coming
Fourteen – Just Another Thing To Add To My List Of Dramas
Fifteen – Meet Bethany and Conrad
Seventeen – Taste Of My Own Medicine
Eighteen – Just Give Me My Tequila, I’ll Be Good
Nineteen – Sometimes I Hate My Own Thoughts
Twenty-One – People Get Crazy When Obsessed
Twenty-Three – When The Truth Comes Out
Twenty-Eight – Still Friends with Benefits and
Complications?
EXCLUSIVE PIECE FROM TRISTAN'S MIND
Dear Beloved,
It has become one of my deepest regrets to not be there, standing by
your side. I apologize in advance for the lack of ink quality but I am in a
rush.
You are perhaps wondering why you have found this letter amongst
your robes. The town has demanded my head on a stake. Unfortunately, it is not
something I can face. I did not have time to brief you on my plans and do not
have much time to tell you on paper. There is also the chance of another
receiving this.
I have to leave, my love. I can not be here. I did not know that the
people would find out about me, and now I have put a damper on our
relationship.
The truth is I am what I am. You accepted me with open arms and I
will never forget that, as I hope you will never forget me, but that is
entirely your decision.
I am going in to hiding. Please do not look for me and please do not
try to find me. I will never forgive myself if you get caught in the middle.
You must remember, Conrad, I love you. I will always love you. You
are a part of me as I am a part of you.
I will find you, my love. When things calm down, I will find you.
Affectionately yours, Bethany Judith Smith
Written and assigned by the Succubi and
Incubi Association.
Let it be known that the one chosen to be a succubus/incubus must
follow the rules:
He or she must be part of a neglected family. That way the secret
will be kept between themselves and themselves only.
If a human is told about our secret, they will be watched over a
short period of time. It is then up to the SIA if they want to terminate or
bring the human in for questioning.
If a human finds out the secret and they are considered a threat, he
or she along with the incubus or succubus will be terminated by the SIA
immediately.
If a succubus or incubus is to kill a subject, they must make sure
none of their DNA is upon the dead. If they are caught, the SIA will have to
clean up the mess. So please, don't kill a human.
A succubus and incubus must not be involved romantically. There are
consequences if you break this rule, and there are no exceptions.
Lastly, if you break
any
of the rules, watch out.
Dear newly born,
You have been chosen among billions of people to carry on the succubi
and incubi legend. The reason of your choosing is basically because you're
alone.
You will start feeling changes among you. A sexual charge will run
through your body when it's ready. You will start seeing the opposite sex as a
bunch of desperate people.
You must keep your secret quiet. You will meet other incubi and succubi
like you as you discover the world. One of them could be your neighbor. They
are the ones you can talk to freely about this.
There are no exceptions. This is a gift, one that will live with you
forever. Well, that is until you screw up and decide to not follow the rules.
We'll be watching.
We are always watching.
Rosa Marina
Succubi and Incubi Association
Complications
One thing a succubus like me hated was when a guy didn't know how to
wake up and get the hell out.
“Hey.” I pushed against a broad shoulder. “You need to leave, man.”
A grumbled incoherent response followed and I rolled my eyes. “I
don't care. You need to go.”
Brown messy styled hair finally moved, and the male lifted his head,
causing me to smile. He was cute—no scratch that. He was completely and
erotically sexy, and that was the truth, especially his eyes. They were like
looking into a small, smooth, clear piece of aquamarine teal quartz, shadowed
by dark lashes. I know that sounds very dramatic, but the fascination I have
with them is there and pretty strong. It was hypnotizing.
Let’s not forget the sun-kissed tanned body that went with it,
everything from ripped muscles to lip biting abs that made your insides melt
instantly.
He was literally the dictionary definition of flawless
and
sexy.
But sadly, this definition had a girlfriend, which kind of makes the
scene we were currently in so much more erotic and satisfying.
“What time is it?” his husky voice asked, the words still a cross
between murmur and clear.
I knew from the time that I woke up that I was going to regret
kicking him out, and I was already starting to feel it coming. But he needed to
go. I had class, and I probably won't go if he stays. He had this hidden talent
that seemed to make convincing me that much easier.
I looked over to the clock on my dresser, a sigh threatening to
escape my lips. “
6:30AM.
you
need to go.” My voice held impatience towards him. That was only because if he
didn’t leave soon, I was fucked. I would be staying in. I wouldn't even care
about class and neither would he.
This is why he needs to go.
“Fuck, Maya,” he groaned and buried his cute little face in my
pillow. “You really know how to ruin something.” Slowly crawling off the bed he
retrieved his jeans from the floor and proceeded to put them on. To my
advantage, he kept his back to me, so it was obvious where my eyes were locked
on. Watching him pull the jeans over his hips was starting to roll the regrets
into my head.
Why did he have to have such a nice ass?
This was bad.
It wasn't as if we had sex last night—because we didn't—but the way
a pool of heat was building inside my stomach was starting to annoy me. It was
like I knew what it would feel like to have him inside me, his sweaty body
pressing closely against mine. It was like he was projecting the image into my
head with the way he was slowly moving to button his jeans up. I knew this was
just my imagination making these images, creating the fantasy that I wished I
could do, because that's all I can rely on right now.
My stupid imagination.
He started to turn and my eyes quickly moved away. Using the packet
of cigarettes on my dresser, I pulled one out and lit it, all while keeping my
facade up. “I’m sure you’ll survive, Tristan.”
Tristan James had been in and out of my life for the past two years—give
or take a few months. We weren't the pair that was in those stupid 'Oh, I love
you. No, I hate you now' relationships. We were in that 'Oh, you're so sexy,
but no, I'm not sleeping with you' relationships—if you can really call
that
a relationship. It was more like close-friend-non-sex-ship... if that's even a
thing. Then there was the obvious sexual tension between us that had grown and
expanded over the months. It was pretty fucked up if you asked me.
If this was Facebook official, we'd be under 'It's complicated'.
Then again, we'd be under nothing because I don't even have a Facebook
account... and he has a girlfriend.
I seem to always forget that she exists.
My bare stomach was the only place I could stare without thinking
about the guy next to me. The blanket that was so securely wrapped around me
last night had been pushed down, and now the only thing between my sexual
fantasy and I was about five feet of empty space.
Even I knew that Tristan was getting quite a view right now. Black
lace was his favorite. I knew this, and in all honesty, that's why I wore it. I
was almost at the point of regretting that too when I felt the bed dip down. I
pulled the cigarette from my lips when the heat of his body started to wash
over my skin. Soon enough, blue eyes were the only thing I could see.
It should be a crime to have those eyes.
“So I'll call you some time?” he asked, his eyes shifting down to my
lips and I almost called off class altogether.
Move your eyes away, Maya. Do it.
I cleared my throat and shook my head. “Nope.” I did as my head told
me and I went back to not looking at him. “This was a one-time deal, Tristan. I
only did this because your girlfriend ditched you on your birthday. I'm sorry,
but that's it.” I sure as hell wasn't here to make this harder for me—for us.
It had already gone too far.
“Come on, Maya,” Tristan’s voice teased. My breath threatened to
exhale raggedly when I felt his soft lips run along my bare shoulder. They
trailed their way up the side of my neck until they settled below my ear, where
he placed a light kiss that went straight to my sweet spot down below. “You
know you want to.”
The fact that I could feel him smirking was the only thing keeping
me sane. I knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted me to succumb to him. He
wanted to finally see me
want
him—
need
him—just like he had been
with me all this time.