Succubus Dreams

Chapter 4

Fear.

The way his eyes widened, the whites clearly visible. His quick breathing that had nothing to do with our practice. He was afraid. 

"Why couldn't they have given me the assignment in Bali?" he whispered, wiping his hands down his face. 

The harshness faded, and his shoulders slumped ever so slightly. 

"What?"

"Incubi and Succubi are drawn to each other. I've managed to stay hidden within the ranks for years. Give me a Nymph, Fae, Shapeshifter, anything other than my counterpart and it stays that way." Jett paced back and forth. 

"Do you think I'm just going to go out there and tell them what you are?" I crossed my arms.

"Why wouldn't you?"

"Maybe because I know what it's like to be on my side of things, and I'd wish that on no one. Like they would believe me anyway." There was also the urge that made me want to jump his bones that would keep me quite. If they found out, then they would take him away. 

Jett stopped pacing, looking at me like he didn't believe a single word I'd said. I also saw that same desire in his eyes too as the colors danced in those irises. 

"Look," I started, "I know you have no reason to trust me, but I honestly have no intentions of telling anyone what you are-"

"You're intentions don't mean much. You may not plan on telling anyone, but that doesn't mean they won't find out."

His voice was dark, a hidden threat in his words. His eyes refused to break contact with mine, his dark pupils boring into me as if I'd already dealt him a fatal blow. The air between us stilled as silence filled the room. 

I released a shaky breath. He had no reason to believe me, but that didn't make his mistrust any less hurtful. To think that I would turn on my own kind and subject him to life like this. Assuming they didn't kill him for his deceit.

"Perhaps we should call it a day. We both could probably benefit from a cold shower at this point." I uncrossed my arms and turned toward the door. 

"We're not done today."

Jett made no move toward me.

"Yes we are. I need to get a bed at the very least before I start this new job they have me working." My voice squeaked with false excitement. 

"One three nine." Tense again. 

My fists clenched tightly. I wanted to use them on him. Those words were like alcohol on a fresh wound. I didn't look back until I'd reached the door, and plastered on the biggest smile I could muster. 

"Goodbye, Jett. I'll see you first thing tomorrow morning." I wiggled my fingers at him and slipped out the door, closing it firmly behind me. 

A deep inhale left behind the need to cough. Hot and dry was definitely something I would have to get used to, having originated from the Midwest and then living underground in near perfect conditions for years. 

They just had to put me in the middle of a desert. 

I had more than enough time to run out and grab all the essentials before I had to go to 'work'. Which meant that I still had time before I was officially a licensed killer spy. 

I pulled my phone back out and looked at the nearest stores. Furniture stores, grocery stores, general merchandise. I decided a bed was the first thing I needed, so I ordered a ride to pick me up just on the edge of civilization. The last thing I needed was for some person to be asking me why I was at a run down factory. 

I carefully avoided all the broken glass that I could clearly see now with the sunlight. Must be wild at night around there, or perhaps the area wasn't quite as deserted as it seemed. I made sure to scan the area, listening for movement of any kind, but there was nothing. Not even a bird. 

Until a man rounded the corner in a hoodie, face concealed in the shadows.

My fists clenched, and I kept my pace quick. My eyes continued to scan the empty streets. There were no cars, no functioning businesses, no other souls other than him and me.

We both kept walking. 

I didn't even realize I'd been holding my breath until we had passed each other. Perhaps integrating with society again was going to be easier than I thought. 

Maybe.

"A lady like you shouldn't be in this part of town." The voice was gravely, coming from behind me. 

A hand gripped my shoulder.

I grabbed the hand and spun around, turning the man around and twisting his wrist. 

"Fucking bitch!" the man screamed, his face near the concrete. 

"Excuse me?" I flipped the man over, the man landing on his back, the hood falling back to reveal his face. His eyes were dark, his brows thick and furrowed. Anger clear in the lines on his face. 

"Say it. Again," I snarled. A shard of glass in my hand, nestled right up to his jugular vein. I could feel the beast within me waking up. It would be so easy to steal his life-force. The arousal was clear within him even staring death in the face. A woman straddling him, his little prick couldn't ignore something like that. Only able to think with one head at a time. 

"Touch me again when I get up, and you will not be able to walk away. Got it?" I pressed the shard against his skin. 

The man said nothing, his face scrunched up in anger. 

The desire to pull his life-force into me rolled through my stomach like hunger. A beast that hadn't been fed in years. It'd had its first meal and been starved ever since. 

I jumped off the man and backed away slowly, pointing the shard of glass in his direction. "Do not get back up."

If he made a move toward me again, I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep the succubus inside me at bay. 

When I made it to the corner I tossed the glass aside, shoving my hands into my pockets and heading back to the apartment. 

Maybe things wouldn't be as easy as I hoped. Especially not if I couldn't figure out how to keep this thing inside me down.