Taken by the Incubus (The Complete Erotic Story, including One Night with an Incubus, Revenge of the Incubus, and Taken by the Incubus) (4 page)

Soren re-enters the club, aroused and on the prowl. I can sense his need hanging around him like a veil, and any woman who gets close enough can feel it, too. My heart beats a bit faster as I consider what’s wound him up. He just watched me fuck two guys in front of an audience. He watched me suck one cock while my pussy devoured another. He watched them come inside me.

He wants me. But he can’t have me. And now he needs something to sate the ravenous craving that’s descended on him. The thought reminds me of my own craving.
For
him
. My pussy is hot and throbbing. I was close with Eric and the blond, but I didn’t get there. Maybe it’s a good thing, too—I might have killed the two of them if they’d given me that much pleasure. And now I watch Soren as he simply stands on the dance floor, swaying, the slightest amused curl at the corners of his mouth, and the women flock to him, their nipples puckered against their shirts, their cunts slick.

One of them, a girl with short, messy brown hair, twirls in front of him and pushes her ass against him. He takes her hips and brings her close enough to feel the steel of his cock beneath his pants. I bite my lip as I watch two more girls sidle up to him, their hands stroking over his shoulders, his neck, from his chiseled cheekbones to his angular jaw, through his wavy, deep brown hair, which I know is deliciously soft to the touch. An Indian girl with skin the rich brown of walnut and cinnamon introduces herself as Nina, while the pixie girl tells him to call her Alison. The curvier blonde announces that she’s Diane.
Soren smiles. He doesn’t care, but they don’t realize it. He’s after one thing, and they’re under his spell and happy to provide. A knot of lust and hope, the girls entwine around him while his hands roam their bodies, stroking them into a frenzied place where logic can’t get a foothold.

Then he asks which of them lives closest.

Nina eagerly volunteers her place, and the four of them head out. I float behind, carried by the current of desire on the air, drawing bits of energy off Soren without him knowing. I am the silent observer, the invisible audience. I follow them into Nina’s condo building and up to her place. I enter her little apartment a few steps behind them and smile when I see her king-size bed. Suddenly, I know Nina is a naughty girl. She likes to fuck. She has no idea what she’s brought home, but right now she doesn’t care. She’s drawing Soren to her, unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands over his smooth, hard pecs, his sculpted stomach muscles. Alison untucks his shirt and pulls it off. Diane kneels at his feet, pulling his shoes off. He leans his head back as Nina unzips his pants and gasps as she gazes at his gorgeous cock, already erect and ready. His pants slide down his muscular legs and Diane eagerly helps him out of them. She rises on her knees and opens her mouth, grasping his hips while he slides his dick between her cherry-red lips. His long fingers curl into her blond hair as he slowly pumps his hips, not roughly like the blond guy did to me, but sensuously, easing in and letting her take him as deep as she can. With his other hand, he takes Alison the pixie by the neck and draws her into a deep kiss.

Nina sheds her clothes and crawls onto the bed, looking over his shoulder at
Soren, her dark pink pussy slick and gleaming under the low light, begging for him. But he’s fucking Diane’s mouth and kissing Alison, so Nina reaches into the drawer of her bedside table and comes up with a long purple dildo. She watches the action for a moment, considering how best to use this instrument of pleasure. And instead of using it on herself, she makes a calculated move and sets it aside. She gets off the bed and undresses Alison, baring the pale girl’s small, pert breasts to Soren before kissing Alison’s neck.

This gets
Soren’s attention. He raises his head and grabs Nina’s hair, and she nudges Alison out of her way to taste his mouth. Past caring about Diane, Nina shoves Soren back. Diane’s mouth slides off Soren’s dick and she lets out a disappointed whine. I get a glimpse of Soren’s delighted smile as he falls backward on the bed, taking Nina with him. Her ebony hair fans through the air before she falls onto his chest. Diane, still on her knees, rips off her shirt and struggles with her bra before Alison helps her, unclasping it and taking Diane’s ample tits in her slender hands. The two of them crawl onto the bed as Nina writhes on top of Soren, desperate to have him inside of her. I feel every molecule of her desire like a stroke to my pussy. God. I want him, too. I want to kill all these girls and take him for myself.

Soren
takes control, grabbing Alison’s hand as she slides next to him and helping her straddle his face. Her eyes close and her mouth drops open when she feels his tongue swirl her clit, and I nearly moan, because I know exactly how magnificent that feels. Nina turns toward Diane and, with her back to Alison’s, spreads her legs over Soren’s hips. Then, with a grin of triumph, Nina rises above Soren and fits his long, heavy cock into her slippery cunt. With a squeal, she plunges down, and Soren braces her with one hand while he squeezes Alison’s ass with the other. The pixie-girl undulates over his face, her small breasts jiggling as he thrusts his tongue into her pussy. He lets his knees fall open, snapping his hips up to fill Nina, and Diane, not one to be left out, scoots onto the bed and lies between his legs to lick at his balls. Her face is right by Nina’s pussy as it slides up and down Soren’s cock, and her blue eyes are open wide as she sucks one of his balls into her mouth. Soren growls and bounces Nina hard.

When she realizes Diane’s effect on
Soren, Nina decides the full-figured blond deserves a reward. She scoops the dildo from the bed, and even as she rides Soren, she nudges Diane’s legs apart and penetrates her. She slides the dildo in and out of Diane as the blond girl works her tongue under Soren’s balls. It’s almost too much for me. I have to concentrate to remain invisible, but my hands twist over my nipples. I want his cock inside me, in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass, I don’t care. I want his tongue all over me. My fingers slide beneath my skirt and stroke my clit as I watch Alison sway on Soren’s face. She whimpers as she comes, quiet and desperate as her heart falters, as Soren draws every ounce of energy she has, as he drains her into the red zone. His skin is practically glowing with health as she topples to the side, unconscious. One girl down, Soren licks his lips and grabs Nina’s hips, staring at her ass as she rides his cock and Diane caresses his tight, hot sac with her tongue.

Diane gasps as Nina works her to an orgasm. The dildo glistens with Diane’s juices as she writhes beneath Nina’s expert touch. Her thick, pale legs are spread wide, her pussy lips full, that dildo sliding smoothly between them … Diane sucks hard as she lets out a muted scream.
Soren absorbs it enough from her to leave her reeling and dizzy, and then he takes complete control of Nina. My fingers plunge into my cunt, though I know it could never be a substitute for what Nina’s getting right now. Her head falls back and her arms spread to the side as Soren impales her, his every muscle tight as he works her body, as he siphons her energy. I watch her dark skin pale with each thrust. Her ecstasy mounts but her strength fades. She leans forward, grasping his thighs for balance as she hangs on for the ride, as he shows no mercy. That’s when I realize he’s going to kill her. I feel a moment of regret, but I push it away. We are predators, Soren and I.

If you step into the arms of a monster, you pay the price.

Nina gasps. Her stomach trembles as the orgasm rolls through her like a tsunami. The wave of intense sexual pleasure spreads through the room, and Soren arches. I feel his climax, his essence jetting into Nina as he takes what she’s offering, her entire self. She slumps over as he grits his teeth and throbs. I feel every pulse like a command, every clench of his muscles like a crooked finger, beckoning me near. With a gentle shove, Soren moves Nina off him. Diane gives her a puzzled look and touches her face. Her eyes go wide. “Oh my God,” she mumbles. “Is she okay?”

Soren
props himself on an elbow. “Definitely not.” He strokes his hand down Diane’s cheek, and the girl passes out and sinks to the bed. All three females are unconscious, and Nina, for all her insatiable greed for Soren’s cock, got the worst of it.

And yet somehow, I can hear her fluttering heartbeat. She’s deeply unconscious, but she’s not dead. In fact, all three women are alive, if only barely, which comes as a surprise.
Soren siphoned an incredible amount of energy from them. His power is like a living thing in the room.

And I feel it reaching. I become very still, though my fingers are still in my pussy, hot and slick.

“You’re here, aren’t you?” he says softly. “That’s the only reason they’re still breathing. Your energy sustained them. I can taste you in the air.”

I clamp my lips together.
Soren wipes his mouth. He’s slick with the juices of these women, clothed in their desire and saliva and nothing else, and I have the completely irrational urge to lick him clean. He spreads his arms and stares at the ceiling, his chest still heaving with his exertion, the heavy thump of his powerful heart gradually slowing. “Nothing has been the same since I was with you,” he says with a sigh.

I roll my eyes. He came like a fucking volcano just now. I’d give a lot to have satisfaction like that these days.

He chuckles. “Not like I did with you.”

Everything in me freezes. He cannot read my mind.

“I can’t read your mind, Mala, but I know you. We are so alike,” he says. He looks neither left nor right. He’s not trying to find me or see me. He’s so certain, though, that I’m here. His confidence makes me tremble. “We’re inevitable, you and I.” His voice is barely louder than a whisper, but its effect on me is seismic.

I close my eyes, my fingers pressed to my clit and inside my pussy. I swallow any noise as the heavy tingling pulses through me, a shadow of an orgasm.
Soren lets out a low groan and his cock twitches, blood and reawakened desire pulsing through it. “I’m coming for you soon,” he says quietly. “Save your strength.”

Then he raises his head, and he looks into the space where I am. His green eyes are full of knowledge.
Threat. Desire. A conquering Viking, his conquests unconscious around him, his next quest before him, Soren slides his tongue along his bottom lip. “You can run, but it won’t save you. Now that I’ve found you again, you will never escape from me.” A ghost of a smile crosses his full lips. “Especially because you don’t want to.”

My heart hammering, I focus every bit of my energy on streaking from the room, getting as far as I can from
Soren. I slide through alleys and along fire escapes, over rooftops, and finally to the hotel suite where I’ve parked myself. Trembling, I float through the window and collapse on the bed, tears stinging my eyes. He’s right. I don’t want to escape from him. But that means I have to be strong enough to face him.

Because if I’m not, he’s going to kill me.

I am on a mission. In the week since
Soren made his quiet promise, I’ve been charging up. I’ve tried not to kill, because too many deaths in one location draw unwanted attention. People get skittish, and their fear is a sour, rank taste in the air. So I fuck and feed and leave my lovers sated and nearly comatose, but I need more. I’m back at the club where I fucked those two boys in the back room, because this is the best place to pick up victims who don’t mind too much if we don’t exchange names and waste our breaths on words.

In fact, the arrogant blond who I sucked off is here tonight. He’s holding court in a corner table and casting raised eyebrow looks at me. I remember the violence inside him, the sense of disregard for anything but his own pleasure. In a way, he reminds me of me, and of
Soren, of the predatory creatures we are. It’s interesting and repugnant at the same time. I watch him for a few minutes, then go sit at the bar.

It takes me only a moment or two to decide that the bartender will be my meal for the evening. He’s not my usual type. He looks like he’s barely out of college. He’s lean and tall, with the body of a swimmer and an unassuming smile that tells me he spent his high school years insecure and ignored by all the girls who are now casting interested glances at him from across the bar. He’s not looking at them tonight, though—he’s watching me run my tongue along the rim of my drink. There’s something dark and deep in his eyes that intrigues me. He keeps sliding me shots, and I suck them down and enjoy the pleasant warmth in my throat and belly. The alcohol doesn’t affect me—the only thing that can intoxicate me is sex, and I’m eager to drink my fill. I’m imagining this one will taste like whiskey, smoky and rich, and I follow him into the alley out back when he goes on break. His eyes go wide when he sees me emerge from the shadows, but they quickly go unfocused as I come near.

“I’ve been wanting to touch you all night,” he whispers as I run my hand up his stomach to his chest. He opens his mouth to tell me his name, but my fingers skim over his lips. I don’t want him to tell me. That ebony depth in his eyes that so intrigued me now makes me want to look away. And there is something painfully vulnerable in the tremble of his Adam’s apple, the tick of the pulse in his neck. A fierce disappointment stabs me straight through.

“And I’ve been dying to see how you taste,” I reply, but I’ve already decided that he is too sweet, too young, too nice, too innocent. 
Too pure to kill … and probably too pure to satisfy me. But I’m going to let him try. I wrap my arms around his neck. His tongue plunges into my mouth as he backs me against the brick wall of the building. I work him into a frenzy, kissing him breathless and grinding my hips against him. He tells me I’m beautiful, tells me how much he wants me, tells me he doesn’t normally do this sort of thing even though I’ve long since figured that out.

“Oh, God, I have to be inside you,” he whispers as he fumbles with his belt, and I almost feel guilty, because if I were anyone--no, any
thing
--else, he wouldn’t feel this way. 

With steady fingers, I help him, and he lets out a strangled sound as I free his cock and
stroke it. His shaking hands tangle in my hair. He’s kissing me like he wants to devour me, like he’s never going to let go, and for a moment, I feel a twinge of craving. Not for him, but for
this
, the kind of desperate longing that makes one person willing to lose himself in another. It’s a kind of plea, a kind of vulnerability, an opening up, an offering. I could never take it from this man, who is barely a man, who should be allowed to offer himself to another girl, one who can love him and take care of him.

To my surprise, tears sting my eyes as he hikes up my skirt. I brace my arms around his shoulders and let him lift me, wrapping my legs around his narrow hips. I gasp as he strokes my pussy and guides himself to my slick hole. My fingers clench in his hair as he slides into me. I can tell by the tension in his muscles that he’s trying to pull his head back. He wants to look at me, to gaze into my eyes as he thrusts himself deep. But we’re in an alley, and he’s fucking me against a wall, and though I feel the tingle of disappointment in his chest, I will not do that. I am not here to
connect
. I am here to feed.

I tighten my cunt around him, creating a deadly friction as he gives himself over, as he surrenders to the pleasure even though he’s a good boy who wants to love someone. He’s realized I’m not her, but he has to have me anyway. He rams his cock into me, filling me over and over, an edge of anger and confusion to his frantic movements. I pant, my eyes squeezed shut, holding on tight, feeling the subtle shifting inside of him, his animal brain taking over, unaware of the danger he’s rubbing up against. His energy coats me, slides over and into me, raising beads of sweat at my temples. Ah, it’s delicious.
Delicately sweet with a heady undercurrent of masculine power and aggression. I lap it up, loving the easy slide of him within my body, wishing it were enough to satisfy, wishing I could take everything he’s willing to give me.

I can’t do that to him, though. So I hang on, wishing I could come, wishing he could push me as far as I want to go.

His fingers dig into my ass as he suddenly stops moving, frozen with his hips canted up. The warmth pulse of him inside me winds like a silk ribbon through my bloodstream, his energy slithering through me. “Fuck,” he whispers. His head bows against my shoulder. “Fuck. I’m so dizzy. I …”

I get my legs underneath me as he sinks to his knees, bracing his hands on the ground. I stroke his hair. “You’ll be okay,” I say gently, bending to look at his face.

“Did I …” He blinks at his pale hands, spread across the grimy cement. He raises his head. “Was that okay for you? I’m sorry, I …” The concern in his eyes is like a blade drawn across my tender skin.

I rear back, my arms reeling as I stagger upright once again. It’s painful, this caring. I don’t understand it. It’s too delicate, too easily crushed and twisted and broken. It squeezes in my chest. Suddenly, I hate this nice, caring, desperate young man. He is impossible to kill, and even hurting
him makes me ache. I have never been ashamed of what I am, because this is how I was made. But right now, I wish I was something else, and it makes me want to scream.

“Wait,” he says, his trembling hand reaching for me in the darkness.

“No.” My voice is choked with all of it, regret and rage and unsated need. Dammit. I yank down my skirt and quickly stride out of the alley. Hot and frustrated as hell, I make my way back to my hotel room and stand beneath the searing water of the shower, letting it turn my skin red. I scrub the boy off of me, already knowing I didn’t take enough from him. When Soren comes after me, I have to be ready, and by all rights I should have taken everything from that bartender in preparation for the hunt. Now I have to go back out again.

This time, I need to kill.

I slide on a new dress, a red one that fits me like a second skin. I twist my long, black waves into an updo. I am perfect, crimson lips and white teeth, smooth skin that glows with life and eyes that gleam with invitation. I smile at my reflection in the mirror. I’m going back to the club. I made a mistake with that bartender. He was a wish conjured up by a part of me that I need to stomp beneath my heels. The part that wants gentleness.

Be honest, Mala.
The part that wants love.

No.
What I want is a meal. What I need is true quarry. And I know
exactly
who deserves my company tonight.

I stride back into the club, not even looking toward the bar. The arrogant blond, his long legs stretched beneath his table, is leaning back while the curly-haired girl next to him strokes his cock under the table in a way she thinks is subtle but is not. She’s gazing at him with a fond, hopeful sort of look that he’s ignoring, which makes me rather eager to get my hands on him. I saunter over to the table, feeling male eyes follow my path. They want me, though they have no idea how lucky they are that
my
eyes are riveted on Mr. Tall-blond-and-cocky. He crooks a finger and I move forward, allowing him to believe he has power over me. I lean over the table. His eyes snap to my tits. He shoves the curly-haired girl away and stands up.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come over here for
hours
,” he says, bowing his head over me, speaking into my ear. “My cock is aching to be in your mouth again.”

I arch my eyebrow and lift my chin.
“So romantic.”

His chest rumbles with laughter. “You don’t seem like a girl who’s into romance.”

Too right.

“
Jace, when are we leaving?” whines the curly-haired girl.

I look up into
Jace’s blue eyes. “How about now?” I suggest, rising on tiptoes and running my tongue along his bottom lip.

His hands close around my waist.
“Now.” He takes my hand, and without looking back at the curly-haired girl, leads me to the door. Her
what the fuck
is cut off when the door to the club slams shut behind us. I guess he wants to be alone with me.

“I live only a few blocks away,”
Jace says. He’s squeezing my hand like he’s afraid I’m going to run, and his strides are long like he can’t wait to get me back to his place.

I grin. “Perfect.”

He leads me into his building and up the stairs, then through the door of his apartment. It’s cramped but neat. He flips the lights on and turns to me. “I’m into some kinky stuff,” he says. “I thought you might want to play.”

I slide my hand under his shirt. “I’m always ready to play.”

Jace gives me a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, and that’s when I realize he wants to hurt me. I arch my eyebrow. I don’t mind it rough, but this guy--there is something in him that goes beyond the desire to dominate. I think he really wants to do damage. In fact, I can smell the faint iron tang of blood, along with the sour edge of fear and suffering. Darling Jace has done some very bad things in this apartment.

My heart speeds. Not with fear.
With eagerness. I’m going to destroy him, and it’s going to feel amazing. I’m going to come, and it’s going to kill him.

I slowly unzip my dress, and his smile grows tight as he shoves the straps off my shoulders and yanks it down my hips, ripping it with the urgency of his movements. His hands are trembling. Once I’m standing there in my black heels and lacy red panties, he takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom. As the door swings open, I see his bed, all set up like he planned to have someone here tonight. There is a special metal railing installed on the wooden bedframe, and hanging from it are two sets of handcuffs. On the bedside table lies an assortment of whips, a steel dildo, and lube. Leaning against the bedside table is a spreader bar. Normally, these things would make me wet with desire, but I get the sense that
Jace doesn’t always use them on willing partners, which changes the game completely. I can feel the trickle of evil oozing out of him, something he hides well most of the time.

“Where do you want me?” I ask.

He looks at me appraisingly, his thick cock molded against his pants. Then he squeezes his eyes shut and grabs my wrists, roughly leading me to the bed. He shoves me onto it, his fingers grinding against my wrist bones. I grit my teeth and fantasize about looking down at his pale, dead eyes after I’ve killed him. I could easily escape this now. All I have to do is disappear, and that would be that. But that’s not what I want.

He pushes me forward until I have to grasp the railing on his headboard, and then he cuffs first one wrist and then the other. I’m on my knees, my legs pressed together. Playing coy is going to make him crazy. He gets onto the bed behind me and straddles my knees, then bucks his hips against my ass. “If it were up to me,” he snarls, “I’d fuck you into submission myself.”

His words freeze me up. “What?” I whisper, alarm bells sounding off inside my head.

“I’d ram my cock into your ass while you begged for mercy,” he continues, his teeth right by my ear. “But that’s not what he paid me to do.”

Any retort is stuck in my throat. I’m cuffed, nearly naked … and Jace has been paid to make it happen. Panic surges through me and I will myself invisible, needing to get away.

Nothing happens. I’m solid and stuck, and
Jace is gripping my hips so hard that I am certain bruises are forming beneath his hands. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying again, imagining sliding into the ether, his fingers flexing over open air.

Nothing happens.

That’s when I sense Soren in the room. I look over my shoulder to see him standing in the doorway, staring at Jace. And when Jace becomes aware that he’s being watched, he nearly tumbles backward in his eagerness to get off the bed. My flesh throbs with pain and heat where his hands used to be.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” he says to
Soren, his words strung together with no space between them. “I did like you asked.” He gestures at me.

Soren
regards him with a completely cool expression. “You will find the balance of what I promised you in your account tomorrow morning. Do not come back here until six.”

Jace’s
head bobs eagerly. He looks back at me, chained to his bed, struggling uselessly against the cuffs.