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The succubus, unaware of her beauty, cranes her neck to see the board. She huffs in annoyance and gives up, pushing her long blonde hair out of her face. Every person is highly aware of her, sitting on the edges of their seats. She's an ungodly type of beautiful; it'scompletely unnatural. Most girls want to hate her and the guys, well let's just say their eyes are blessed by her and their juniors agree.
Arielle draws a spiral in her notebook, nibbling her lip as she squints from the sun light streaming into her eyes. The professor continues to drone on and on until he becomes a steady hum in her ears. She stops drawing suddenly, her eyes closed and her forehead pinched in concentration. Her nostrils flare and she pushes away from the table. Arielle's table partner glances at her in question, but Arielle ignores her, shoving her books in her bag as fast as she can.
"Oh, God," she moans while her silver eyes widen on the door.
Every person in the class looks at her, captured by the soft sound. But her attention remains on the door. Heat pools through her and she mewls, unable to control herself. The door opens and in walks her complete opposite.
Male. Incubus and he knows what he is. His cocky smile assures that. His inhales softly as the scent of arousal rises. But The succubus's scent is the strongest of them all, causing his nostrils to flare. His dark eyes snap to hers and a smirk rises on his face.
Arielle freezes.
Dangerous, her conscious whispers.
"Beautiful," she says aloud.