Demon King (Claimed By Lucifer Book 1)
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We met in the bar where I work, where he flirted with every girl he could before I took him home. Now he only has eyes for me. What can I say? I have that effect on people.
Chester pulls me up against him, his eyes hungry. “I missed you. Let’s go back to my bedroom.”
I play with the buttons on his shirt. “Only if I get a drink first. I’m dying for one of those green beers everyone’s got.”
He nuzzles the side of my neck like a ravenous bear. “Can’t it wait? I need you now.”
I might have gone a little too far with him last night. I swat his chest playfully and put on a cute pout. “Everyone’s had a drink but me. Please?”
He has no idea I’m doing him a favor. If we sleep together again, he won’t survive it. Humans can only handle one night with a succubus—or even a half succubus, like me.
“Fine,” he says, but he tightens his fingers around my arm. “One drink and then you’re mine for the rest of the night.”
His mouth crushes against mine, and I can’t help but take a little of what he’s offering. His lust for me is delicious, but every second our lips touch puts him in more danger. The guy is a possessive, snobbish jerk, but I don’t want him dead.
I push him away before I can do any real damage. “Go find me that green beer, and then we’ll continue this.”
His eyes are glazed and unfocused, his face a little paler than it was before, and at first I think he won’t let go. Did I take too much? But after a second the daze passes, and he stumbles off to go get me a drink.
I blow out a long breath and search the room for that tattooed guy I spotted earlier. He’s easy to find, with a group of entitled students passing him money in the corner in exchange for something in a little baggie. I use a tiny bit of my powers to catch his attention, and his gaze locks on me. Others in the room turn too—both men and women—and I know I could have any one of them if I wanted. Desire is powerful, and succubi are hard for humans to resist when we put on the charm. The only people immune are those in true love, and they’re few and far between, especially in places like this.
He pushes through the crowd and makes his way over to me. “You alone, baby?”
“Not anymore.” I rest my hand on his arm and tug a little with my magic, making his emotions flare.
He suddenly grabs me around the waist and plants his lips on mine, kissing me hard. Oops, I tugged a little too hard. Mother would chide me, but I’m still getting used to these powers and the thirst that comes with them. I hear it now, the little voice in my head that tells me to yank open his jeans and climb him like a tree. That voice is getting harder to ignore with every passing day.
I end the kiss slowly. “I could use some fresh air. Let’s go onto the balcony so we can continue this.”
He grunts and leads me outside, his hand on my ass. Subtle, he is not. I lean against the balcony and he leans against me. From below, sound of people laughing and splashing in the pool filters up. It’s a perfectly clear blue Los Angeles day and the sun hits my bare shoulders, filling me with warmth. I’m wearing a little red dress that shows off all my curves, and my new friend is definitely enjoying the view.
His hands circle my waist. “I’m Trey. What’s your name?”
“Olivia.” I toss my hair back. “But everyone calls me Liv.”
Chester comes barreling outside at that moment and yanks the guy off me. “What the fuck, man? You think you can come into my house and touch my girl?”
“We were just talking,” I say.
“Looked like a lot more than that,” Chester snaps. He shoves a green beer at my chest, and a little of it foams over. “Here, take your damn drink while I kick this guy’s ass."
I grab the beer from Chester. As I do, I brush against his hand and unleash a little more of my power, heightening his emotions.
“I’d like to see you try,” Trey scoffs, as I take a sip of the green beer. It’s disgusting, but I gulp a bit down anyway.
Chester gets right up in Trey’s face and he’s so angry now his face is bright red. “Stay away from my girl.”
Trey takes a step closer and actually lets out a growl. “What are you going to do if I won’t?”
Chester throws the first punch at Trey’s face, unable to contain himself between his overwhelming lust and anger. Fighting breaks out between them, and I rush in to try to break it up. As I do, I’m shoved backward, hard. My beer falls to the ground with a loud crack and my back hits the side of the balcony—and then I’m over it.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Wings unfurl from my back with a loud snap, breaking up my screams. For a second I hover over the pool, black feathers flashing through the air, while everyone down below and on the balcony stares at me. Then I plummet toward the water again. The second I hit it, everything goes black.
Exactly as I planned.
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DEMON KING (CLAIMED BY LUCIFER #1)
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