The Succubus and her two Mates

7 | Running away

Ronnie lay awake. She couldn't hear anything outside the room, guessing it was soundproofed.

She was thinking about how she could untangle herself from this situation. She sometimes really hated how in the moment she was as a person.

She had been so intoxicated by them. But now that she had had some release and some time away from them, she felt like she could think a bit clearer. She worried over all the mate stuff. That was some heavy shit. And she had plans. Very distinct plans she had already executed.

She knew she couldn't be their mate, but shifters were be-all and end-all when it came to mates.

She had known a few shifters, mainly Werewolf rogues who frequented the club - the owner a rogue herself. Even though they had been shunned by their packs and generally turned their backs on that world, they regarded mates as the bees' knees of their existence as well. She had heard them tell stories of men whisking their mates away without even getting the girl's consent. They would laugh at how the girl always came around in the end, but that came across like some draconian Stockholm syndrome sounding bullshit to Ronnie. Is that what Brock and Brand would do?

Too heavy. Too much. Her natural instinct to just bail was kicking in.

She dozed, waiting until just before dawn to gather her things. Thankfully, she had already put the goodies she got yesterday into her bag and brought it in the room with her. It was bulging so much that she couldn't zip it closed.

She slowly opened the door. Peeking her head out, she listened for sounds from the rest of the suite. The couches were empty, so she could only assume Brock had ended up in Brand's room for the night. She smiled at the thought.

Get down with your bad self, Brand, she thought. Only a twinge of FOMO fluttering across her mind.

She tiptoed to the front door and opened it. Turning as she closed it softly, walking backwards out of the room. She yelped, jumping, as she saw that Jon was right next to her, at his post.

"Jesus Christ!" She clutched her chest. That man was a freakin' void. She couldn't detect him at all. What the heck was he? Did he even sleep?

"Jonny..." she gasped. "You scared the bejesus out of me."

"Good morning. What can I do for you?" He took in her outfit. She had her little gray jersey dress on- though longer than her other outfits, it wasn't by much. Her church dress as she liked to joke.

"Psht." She waved her hand. "You have done more than enough. I'm just heading off now. Have a great day." She saw he took notice of her bag, which was almost overflowing with the bits and pieces he had got her, but he didn't move to stop her.

Confidence. It's all about confidence. A mantra circling in her mind. She waved as she casually strolled down the hall, picking up the pace when she turned the corner. Her heart was thumping as she rode the elevator down. She struggled to get her breathing under control. There were no guests in the lobby to see her walk of shame, but she saw a sleepy employee behind the counter. He woke up as she came into his eye line. She forced a winning smile, desperately trying to mask her true feelings.

She felt sick as she fled the hotel.

~*~

Brock woke up as the sun spilled into the room. Brand always slept with the damn curtains open. He groaned, throwing an arm across his eyes, trying to block the light out.

He could hear Brand's slow breathing - they had broken away from each other in the night but had still kept some kind of physical contact. He shifted so he could look at his mate.