And murders? Clearly, something very bad had happened in that house, but I wasn’t sure the intense energy I’d felt was owing to deaths having taken place there. It almost felt… even more powerful, bigger than that. I could only imagine there was something more sinister going on.

  And furthermore, what in the world had happened to me? I’d never felt such a loss of control over myself before—and I’d gone months in the past without feeding sexually. Yet, being inside that house—I’d nearly allowed the succubus to take over. And look at me now—I was barely even holding on. I’d never had to see Roy with this level of urgency before.

  But, back to Tobias… there was no way a mundane could have wielded such power over me, especially when he touched me and I felt that… electricity coursing through my body. It was like he was taking control over my inner demon—that he was making it perform just as he wanted it to.

  Chapter Ten

  “Hey, Fifi,” Marty said as soon as I answered his call.

  “Hi,” I managed, all the while still reminding myself to breathe in deeply.

  “I, uh, I wanted to give you a call to see if you had a couple minutes?”

  I was just about a couple minutes from Roy’s. “Sure.”

  “Remember how I mentioned I wanted… your advice?” Marty continued.

  “Yes.”

  “Well, I wanted to reach out before we get together tonight… with everyone else around, I mean…”

  “Okay.” I inhaled deeply and tried to keep the succubus subdued, tried to keep her from completely taking over my body.

  We’re almost there, I said to myself. Almost there.

  “Um, hmm…” Marty said and then grew quiet for a second. “I just wanted to get your advice on where Poppy is or… where she might be… with our relationship.”

  “Oh,” I started, surprised and even though the succubus was still railing within me, it was actually a good thing I was on the phone with Marty because the conversation was giving me another outlet for my thoughts.

  “It’s just… we agreed we’re a couple, you know?” Marty started.

  “Okay.”

  “But, she doesn’t really act like we are. Whenever I see her, she treats me like the friend she’s always treated me. I mean, I know it’s sometimes hard to make the jump from friends to a relationship, but it seems like I’ve made the jump a lot better than she has.” He paused for a moment. “I just thought I’d ask you if you… um, had, maybe heard anything from her? Like maybe she’d talked to you about it?”

  “Um, no, Poppy doesn’t seem to like to talk about her personal life too much.”

  “Right,” he answered. “Does it seem weird to you… what I just said?”

  I took a deep breath as I turned down Roy’s street. “I think maybe she just needs time?” I answered. I breathed in deeply for a count of three and then exhaled for another count of three.

  “Right… time.”

  “Maybe she’s just scared about ruining your friendship by taking things to the next level?”

  “Yeah, that’s what I was thinking,” Marty answered. “I’m going to give her the time she needs then. Thanks, Feef.”

  “You’re welcome,” I said and when I pulled up to Roy’s house, his truck was already in the driveway.

  Relieved, I parked and then said my goodbyes to Marty, who seemed pleased enough with our conversation. I didn’t imagine I’d really helped him at all, but sometimes people just need to get stuff off their chests and they end up making themselves feel better.

  Regardless, I jumped out of my car and hurried to the front door, my heart pounding all the way. I still felt breathless and my anxiety was piqued, but I wasn’t sure if that was owing to my insatiable need to feed or from what had just happened with Tobias.

  I didn’t even have to knock on Roy’s door. As soon as I reached the top porch step, he pulled open the door and there was concern in his features.

  “Fifi, are you okay?” he demanded immediately. “What’s going on?”

  I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, and didn’t want to.

  Take him, he is ours, the succubus pleaded and this time, I didn’t argue with her.

  Instead, I threw myself at Roy, wrapping my arms around him and sucking in his surprised energy. I absorbed his life essence through my fingertips on his naked arms and he tasted glorious—like the raw, wild man he was. But, this sampling was merely an appetizer and at the thought of the main course, the need within me compounded.

  “Fifi, are you okay?” Roy asked as he pulled away and holding me at bay, looked down at me. Then he seemed to notice I was still wearing my winter coat and owing to the fire in the grate, which was eagerly devouring a log or two, it was beyond warm in his house.

  “I’m okay,” I managed as he helped me out of my coat and then my sweater, until I was left in nothing but a t-shirt and jeans—just like him.

  “In your texts, you made it sound like something happened.”

  I nodded. “I can’t…” I started as I caught sight of his ridiculously large biceps, which were raging against the cuffs of his short-sleeved shirt. I felt myself start salivating.

  “Fifi?”

  I looked up at him then. “I’m so… hungry,” I answered, while I felt the heat of the succubus overcome me. I had to close my eyes and try to get myself under control because I could feel my whole body shaking. The need to feed had never overcome me like this before—it had never been so all-consuming. The succubus unleashed herself within me, flowed through my entire body, filling me with her need and demanding satiation.

  I leaned up on my tiptoes and gripped Roy by the back of the neck, pulling his head down to mine.

  “Your eyes are glowing red,” he said, his widening slightly. “The succubus has you, doesn’t she?”

  I merely nodded. I couldn’t speak.

  And something in Roy’s countenance shifted then. Some of his own inner beast began to bleed through his carefully constructed civilized counterpart. His Mr. Hyde began to show through his Dr. Jekyll. A slight grin turned up the ends of his lips as a snarl released itself from my mouth—something that had started deep within me.

  Gripping his hair, I slammed his lips down on mine. He responded by growling deep within his throat, an inhuman, purely animal sound. Then he lifted me around the waist and slammed me against the nearest wall as I wrapped my legs around him.

  He pulled away from me and looked down at me, opening his mouth as if he were panting. But he wasn’t panting. It took me a moment or two to release he was scenting me on the air.

  “I can taste your need,” he groaned.

  I opened my mouth to respond even though I wasn’t sure I could, but was spared the need when he lowered his head and ensnared my mouth with his. A second later, I tasted his tongue—greedy and demanding. His tongue sought mine and I could feel him driving his pelvis against mine, making me very aware of the firm flesh between his thighs.

  I want him, I said to myself and I was fairly sure it wasn’t the succubus speaking.

  And so we shall have him.

  As our tongues continued to dance, I moaned and, the sound seemed to break some sort of reserve inside him because seconds later, he ripped his t-shirt over his head, allowing me to revel in the beauty of his body. Truly, no one was built like Roy. He was the largest man I’d ever seen. As my eyes raked in his beauty, my hands busily explored every valley and peak of his incredibly muscled torso. And all the while, I sucked in his energy, absorbed it through our touch, and the succubus within me reveled at the taste of him.

  It’s not enough, she whispered.

  She was right. It wasn’t enough. I needed more. I had to have more.

  There was something slight within me that resisted, something that said I was waiting to have sex again until I was in a serious and committed relationship, but that voice was drowned by that of the succubus. Or maybe it wasn’t just the succubus. Maybe it was drowned by all of me. Either way, there was no going back now. There was no more waiting, no more planning for the perfect time.

  Now was the perfect time.

  I reached down and, gripping the hem of my shirt, yanked it over my head. In response, my breasts jiggled and Roy’s eyes immediately went straight to them. That desire I’d seen in his expression tripled and he started scenting me again, before closing his eyes, clearly trying to get ahold of himself. He took a few deep breaths and his chest rose and fell with his labored breathing.

  When he opened his eyes again, I could see his desire was somewhat tamed.

  “Fifi, we have to slow down,” he said as he looked at me and I nearly lost myself in the swirling depth of his gaze. “I know you don’t want this to… proceed too far.”

  “I don’t care.”

  He shook his head. “I want to honor your wishes.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t care, Roy. I need this… I have to have it,” I felt myself purr. It was purely the succubus within me.

  Roy seemed momentarily confused. “I thought you wanted to wait… until you were in a relationship?”

  I responded by reaching back and unclasping the back of my black, lace bra before pulling it completely off and dropping it on top of my t-shirt on the floor. Roy’s eyes were suddenly glued to my breasts.

  “Give me what I want,” I ground out, my voice not my own. It was the sound of the seductress that lived within me—deep and resonant.

  Roy responded with another guttural growl and a moment later, his mouth was on one of my nipples. I threw my head back as I reveled in the feel of his tongue flipping the hardened nub back and forth, before he began sucking on it, until I felt like I was going to lose all sense of reason. I ran my fingers through his hair and sucked in his essence, devoured it. I could feel myself filling up with his energy and it only further stimulated me to know I wasn’t even so much as denting his life. Roy could feed me and go on feeding me and, owing to the extremely powerful beast within him, I could never harm him.

  He turned from one breast to the other as I continued to moan, needing him in a way I couldn’t remember ever having needed a man before.

  “Please,” I whimpered.

  He looked up at me then and, his eyes were wild, heavy with his own desire. It was then that I realized he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

  “Fifi, if this isn’t what you want, we have to stop now,” he said and then growled low in his throat again, as if his beast were rebelling against his words. Clearly, he was losing the battle against his inner animal, just as I’d lost the battle with mine.

  “Don’t stop,” I managed.

  “I don’t want you to do anything… you will regret later.”

  “Please,” I whispered again. “I need you.”

  And, with that, he lifted me up as he growled another primal sound, deep in his throat. He carried me down the hallway and deposited me on his bed, none too gently, immediately starting to toy with the button on my jeans. Then, before I could fully fathom what was happening, and that it was happening with Roy, he raked my pants down my legs and he was suddenly on top of me.

  “This is going to change things,” he said as he looked down at me, his fingers already rubbing me over my panties.

  “I don’t care,” I answered and there was 100% truth behind that statement. All I could think about, all I could care about, was him being inside me.

  His eyes seemed to take on a predatory glow, and that growl sounded in his throat again. Before I could blink, he’d ripped my panties down my legs and I felt a flurry of excitement welling up within me as he spread my legs apart. I felt his fingers on me then, exploring, feeling my wetness as he rubbed my sensitive nub in a slow, circular pattern.

  I gripped his shoulders and arched up against him, my hips shifting upward, trying to impale myself on his fingers. He chuckled low in his throat as if he were amused and pushed one of his long and thick fingers all the way into me. I thought I’d explode right there.

  “It’s not enough, Roy,” I pleaded. “Please, it’s not enough.” I could feel tears threatening my eyes—everything, all my emotions, were on high alert—all of them flooding me with the need to feel him inside me.

  He chuckled again. “Is that so?”

  Then he leaned up and started fumbling with his zipper with one hand, while still pushing his fingers inside me with the other.

  I watched as he held himself, stroking long and slow. When I caught sight of his length and girth, I swallowed hard. Of course I’d imagined a sasquatch would be… well-endowed, but nothing had really prepared me for this. He was huge! And for a split second, I was intimidated. That is, until I remembered what I was—a demon built for sex. I could take whatever Roy was going to serve me.

  He pushed against my legs, spreading them to make room for his hips, and then he was above me, forcing me back down against the bed as he nestled the head of his erection at my opening. Our eyes locked and I couldn’t have broken his gaze, even if I’d wanted to—which I didn’t. Instead, I lost myself in the deep pools of his eyes and as he pushed into me, it was all I could do not to close my eyes and relish the absolute bliss of feeling myself closing in around him.

  I want this, I told myself. With Roy. I need this with Roy.

  It felt right. And true. I trusted Roy, and I always had, and maybe it was owing to that trust that this felt as perfect as it currently did.

  His eyes were focused securely on me. He’d never once closed them. Not even when he thrust all the way inside me.

  I felt myself thrill in response, loving the fact that Roy couldn’t take his eyes off me. And the succubus inside me was also reveling, delighting in the feelings of bliss that coursed through me as she sucked eagerly from Roy’s endless supply of life energy.

  I drank him in fully, absorbing his life force as he mated me, pushing himself inside me as deeply as he could.

  I wasn’t sure how many times I orgasmed. I’d lost count after four and I also lost count of the minutes and seconds Roy was inside me. All I knew was I never wanted it to end. I wanted to feel him inside me forever—it just was complete bliss.

  This is what we were made for, I heard the succubus announcing. And for the first time ever, I couldn’t argue with her. I was made for this and even though I’d fought it so hard, denied myself and punished myself, I couldn’t change the fact that this was what I was. Who I was.

  And, somehow, being here right now, with Roy, everything was alright. For the first time I could remember, I didn’t care about being a succubus. I didn’t care about anything except for the man above me, the man inside me, the man staring at me with a strange expression in his eyes—one of lust, yes, but also of caring.

  I never want this to end.

  From the way he shifted me around the bed, pulling me up to my knees and taking me from behind before tossing me onto my back again and forcing my legs into the air as he took me that way, it didn’t seem he wanted it to end either.

  I was vaguely aware of him orgasming inside me—his breathing became heavier and he finally broke eye contact when he clenched his eyes shut tight. He stilled within me for a second or two, but when I thought he’d pull out, he thrust into me even harder. I’d never experienced this before—a man who could orgasm and keep going?

  Regardless, Roy definitely kept going.

  All the while, I moaned and panted. A few times I screamed as he pushed especially deep and I could feel my fingernails digging into his back, but I was fairly sure he didn’t even notice. Instead, he just continued to stare at me as his body mated mine.

  Chapter Eleven

  “I’m really sorry to do this,” I started as I yanked my clothes on and faced Roy with an apologetic smile. “But I have to go.”

  “You aren’t serious?” he asked as he remained in his bed, still naked. “We should probably talk about this, Fifi.”

  I nodded, but then shook my head. “I agree, but now isn’t a good time.”

  “And why is that?”

  “Because I’m having friends over and,” I looked at the clock on his wall, “I’m already late.”

  “Friends over?”

  I nodded and was about to tell him who, but then thought better of it. It was no secret that Roy wasn’t exactly fond of Marty and less so since the latter had started dating Poppy. I couldn’t imagine his reaction if he knew Marty was coming over to my house.

  “We’ll talk soon,” I said with another smile that didn’t do much for either of us. “I promise.”

  “Okay, this isn’t just you running away and trying not to deal with what… we just did?” he asked, eyeing me narrowly.

  “No, it isn’t. I promise.” And as regarded what we’d just done, even though I didn’t know what to think of it and what it meant for our friendship, I had to admit I’d never felt so good. The energy flowing through me was something I hadn’t felt in far too long. And it was incredible.

  “Do you regret it, Fifi?” Roy asked and his voice was low, almost timid, which was strange considering who the words were coming from.

  I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. “No, I don’t regret it.” Then I took a deep breath. “Do you?”

  He looked at me for a good two seconds. “No.”

  Once I was dressed, I walked down the hallway and didn’t miss the sound of Roy’s heavy footfalls as he followed me. I turned around to give him one last goodbye and found him still completely naked. Even though we’d had sex numerous times and he’d orgasmed at least two times that I could count, he was still halfway hard. It was pretty incredible, actually.

  “What, you aren’t even going to give me a hug goodbye?” he asked, chuckling.

  I took a deep breath and felt embarrassment stain my cheeks. Clearly, I had no idea how to react to him after what had just happened. “I’m sorry,” I said as I walked over and threw my arms around him. He embraced me and kissed the top of my head.

  “Let’s talk later,” he said.