Counterpart (Succubi & Incubi Assn.) (8 page)

Damn her and her secretive dibs.

“Well, your demon's a bitch,” I mumbled as I led us over to them.

“What do you expect? She's a demon.”

Walking over wasn't a problem. It was actually getting them out of
their shell that became the problem. And I was only speaking for myself.
Melinda had her guy in the palm of her hand. She was already letting off her
scent, and I could tell by the way she captivated him that it wouldn't be long
before they disappeared.

My guy however, wasn't very co-operative, and it didn't go along
with the shitty mood that I was in.

“So, are you from around here?” he asked.

A brown complexion with brown eyes and short black hair was the only
thing I managed to notice about him. Other than the fact that he held a strong
yet lean build, there was nothing about him that satisfied me. Maybe because I
was annoyed or maybe because I just wanted to go home, but I just wanted punch
him for talking so much. He would have been considered a jackpot, if he didn't
stop asking questions. He had asked me things like '
What's your name? How
old are you? Do you want a drink?
'. I answered every question simply, not
even bothering to ask the same—it's not like he'll remember it in the
morning—and I was grateful for the last question.

“Yes, I am.” I picked my glass up and drunk more of the liquor than
I would normally intend.

“That's cool.” He nodded and looked back out at the crowd. “It's a
packed crowd tonight.”

“Please stop talking.” The words quickly and quietly left my mouth
and I inwardly cringed that I even said it out-loud.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I quickly said. I could feel my demon losing patience and
I gathered a great idea. “Hey, why don't we talk about something else? Do you
go to college around here?” I don't know what my plan of action was but maybe
if I acted like I cared then maybe tonight will be easier than five seconds
ago.

“No, I'm actually from Santa Barbra. I came here for a fighting
event, but it got canceled pretty fast. There was a brawl and everything.”

So much for that.

“How interesting,” I mumbled, finally coming to the conclusion that
my drink will probably give me more action than this guy. Melinda was mere
inches away from sealing the deal with her pick, and I could see her hands
starting to trail over his shirt.

I knew I needed to get this scent off me, and I knew Melinda
wouldn't let me cock-block her if I don't get rid of it, so I reverted to the
emergency plan. Which was a high risk, but it never failed.

“Hey.” I looked towards her. “I think I left something in my car.”
She snapped her eyes open and glared towards me. A curious brow arched at what
I wanted and I gave her a knowing look—one only she became familiar with.

“I'm busy,” she mumbled, waving her hand in my direction.

I sighed, feigning annoyance. “Come on, Mel.”

She waved her hand in the air again and closed her eyes, ignoring me
for the rest of the night. That was stage one complete of the plan, now all I
had to do was wait.

Three, two, one...

“I'll go with you.” I refrained from smirking when I heard his
voice.

I put my best innocent look on my face, turning my attention towards
him. “Oh, you don't have to. I'm pretty sure I can find the car by myself,” I
made a show of looking outside, “even if this place is crawling with perverts.”
I was really hoping the damsel in distress thing was working.

He shook his head instantly. “I wouldn't want anything to happen to
you. I insist.”

I was mentally victory dancing and grinned. “You know what? That
would be great. We'll be right back,” I said to Melinda and the male she was
already starting to feed from—as if they were listening. I hope she finds a
room soon.

There was a slight chill in the air when we walked out. I looked at the
time on my phone. Nearly
2AM
.
It was still early, but I was imagining the great sleep I would get for the
next few months, until college starts up again.

The parking lot behind the club was filled with cars. No people. It
almost seemed eerie with the single lamp from the street being your only way of
seeing. But that wasn't my main concern. As thought out as this plan was, I
needed to figure out what I was going to retrieve from the car as soon as I got
there.

I pulled my keys out and unlocked the door. I was in luck when I saw
my lip gloss in the middle compartment.
Thank you, devils.

Now, I just needed to find a reason to touch him.

“Do you smoke?” I asked, pulling out my cigarette packet and
retrieving one. I held the packet out for him and my demon was starting to get
anxious inside me. I could feel her scent building as it laced its way around
my abdomen and up my chest.

“Yeah, thanks.” He reached over and grabbed a smoke, but by the time
he touched the cigarette, my demon's scent had already found her way around my
arms and cradled the packet. He flinched for a second and I noticed his eyes
dilate. He felt it. I knew he felt it. It still wasn't enough, but I couldn't
help but finally be excited that I was making progress.

I threw my handbag in the car and leaned back against the backdoor.
I lit up my smoke and held the flame out for him to lean in and light his own.
I couldn't stop the smugness that revolved around me. The scent was starting to
take over him, and he was inching closer to my frame. My fingers played with
the fabric of my dress that I was forced into before this. The white material
apparently went great against my skin tone, and it made me seem innocent—all
Melinda's words.

“It's a nice night tonight.” I leaned my head back and looked up at
the stars. I always loved watching the sky, even if it was shitty day. There
was just something so mysterious about it.

“Yeah.” The single word sounded like a breath of air and I knew he
wasn't at all looking at the sky. I moved my eyes back down to him and pushed off
the car. The darkness of his eyes was hard to decipher. With the fact that he
already had dark eyes and the darkness of the night, I couldn't tell if he was
captivated or not.

There was a slight stiffness to him, and I knew that was one sign
that he was under my persuasion. It was really all I could go on. “You seem
very tense,” I whispered, taking a slow step towards him. I circled us around
until his back was to my car, and I continued walking until he was right
against it.

The tips of my shoes touched his and our chests brushed the
slightest. I brought my free hand up to trace the light stubble that was
growing on his jaw. There was a small spark as soon as our skin made contact.
It was normal. It was my way of knowing that my demon was ready. It felt like a
surge of adrenaline raced through your veins when at full contact. “Let me help
with that.”

His eyes darkened the perfect black, and I knew it was time.

My smoke fell to the ground and I stepped on it to put it out, not
caring that it was only half done. He did the same with his smoke, except he
seemed to have his concentration on me the whole time.

His head leaned down and my lips touched lightly against his. I
immediately smelt the alcohol mixed with tobacco. Strong cologne lingered
around him and it stung as soon as it hit my nose. His hands were big and found
my hips quickly, slowly running his thumb over the fabric of my dress. I was
teasing him at first, touching his jaw with the tips of my fingers while my
lips gently traced the shape of his. I moved my palm over his cheeks and
threaded them into the silk strands of his hair. They felt like heaven between
my fingers, and I lightly gripped them, urging my fingers to lose themselves in
the midst of it. His body stiffened slightly against mine, his hands hesitantly
slid up my sides, towards my ribs.

I could tell he was nervous, cautious about his bounds, but I was
hardly caring. It was as if a switch was turned on, and my demon let out
satisfaction.

She took over.

My lips pressed against his hard and his only response was to do the
same. The hands on my sides finally lost their nerves, and they tightened,
pulling me closer to him, only persuading my demon to do more. Our lips parted
simultaneously, our tongues sparking a new desire within me. He tasted exactly
how he smelt—alcohol and cigarettes. I took his top lip between my own and
sucked on the skin. The demon wanted him much more than she wanted Ryan, and I
was starting to think that Ryan was just a snack for her and this guy was the
main meal.

His pants were unzipped instantly and I looked down to see my hands
had started moving on their own accord, cupping the bulge through his jeans,
earning a low growl to come from his chest. I was whisked around and pushed up
against the car.

Wow, you wouldn't even think that he was hesitant about five seconds
ago.

My legs wrapped themselves around his waist when my feet left the
ground. The desperate stroke of his lips against mine almost made me drunk, and
I didn't want them to leave. I felt the slow movement of his hands as they
found their way under my dress, resting against my abdomen. His hips ground
into mine, causing a soft moan to pass my lips when his bulge pressed into the
right spot. Hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs running over my nipples through
the fabric of my bra.

I welcomed the breath of air when his lips left mine, trailing over
my jaw and to my neck where he sucked on the skin. His hands moved away from my
breasts, down over my abdomen and soon enough, they were pushing my panties
down. A soft moan escaped my lips when his fingers slowly glided over my most
sensitive area. Every touch he made, every kiss he relished along my neck, it
all made my demon want more and more of him.

I was panting by the time I felt a single finger push inside me, his
thumb continuing to drive me more insane with every stroke of it over my
center. My hand moved inside his jeans, and I moaned when I felt the length of
him. He was definitely ready, and he was well worth the search. Fuck Melinda
and her dibs, I seemed to have scored a pretty decent male. I felt his teeth
nip into my skin when my hand stroked over his length, and I heard a slight
thud to my side. I looked over to see his palm—the one that wasn't doing much
but holding my thighs—pressing against my car, and judging by the sudden strain
in his muscles, I knew that it wasn't a bad thing.

The finger inside me was joined by a second and then a third, his
fingers working in and out of me with slow, excruciating strokes while my hand
matched his rhythm. With the touch of him inside of me, and his thumb
continuing to tease everywhere else, I was sure I would orgasm right there and
then. But I knew that was a long shot, and I needed more.

Our minds seemed to work in one then and I almost sighed in
frustration when his fingers moved out. It wasn't even long before they were
replaced by something much bigger, and way more satisfying.

Everything turned rough as soon as he slid into me. He kissed me,
gripped my hips, and kept me in one place while my demon persuaded him to
continue. I wasn't even sure I was doing any of the work—just urging him on,
telling him to go faster, harder, practically fuck me senseless.

It even lasted longer than I expected, and it was definitely better
than I thought it would be. I guess what they say about quiet guys being great
in bed was true.

Too bad for him though. My demon had taken way more than she should
have.

After spending a minute or two catching my breath, I straightened my
dress and looked down at the body. His chest was making its usual movements,
telling me he's still alive—passed out cold—but alive. And he would probably be
there a while.

“You know this is all your fault, right? You’re not supposed to take
more than normal. You could have killed him,” I spoke down to my stomach. If I
was a normal person and saw someone talking down at their stomach, I would
think they were pregnant. And hell, having this demon inside me was like being
pregnant. Just its own version. You needed to feed it. You needed to make sure
it was okay. You occasionally talk down to it like it can hear you. It was the
same thing minus the puking every four hours, and the expanding of the stomach.
And frankly, she didn't come out after nine months.

I didn't even get to finish. When my demon takes over, it's like I
have no sexual drive. Well, I get unbearably horny, but other than that I never
reach an orgasm. And it's only me that experiences this too. Melinda and Daniel
are fine.

I'm starting to think my demon just hates me.

At least when she's satisfied my hormones calm down. But after
tonight, I might have to relieve some tension.

I heard a low whistle, and spun around to see Melinda sauntering her
way to the car. Her hand-bag hung loosely on her wrist, and I rolled my eyes at
her fresh-faced grin. “You did that one good.”

“Tell me about it. Here, help me out.” I walked over and picked his
arms up while she took his legs. We dragged him over to the wall and rested him
against it. He'd wake up in a few hours, wonder where he was, and then come to
the conclusion that he was super drunk last night.