The Vortex: Succubus Studies (Succubus Harem Book 9)

by L. L. Frost

  SUCCUBUS STUDIES: THE VORTEX

  Copyright © 2018 by L.L. Frost

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Cover design by L.L. Frost

  Book design by L.L. Frost

  Printed in the United States of America.

  First Printing, 2018

  The (un)Lucky Succubus

  Succubus Bargain

  Serial Parts

  The Offer

  The Deal

  The Terms

  The Rules

  The Gain

  Succubus Studies

  Serial Parts

  The Torch

  The Blaze

  The Inferno

  The Vortex

  Table of Contents

  Fcking a Thunder Storm

  Ping

  Choices

  (un)Welcome

  F**cking a Thunder Storm

  “Shit.” I grab the doorframe as Kellen releases another howl, and the building shakes once more.

  “That’s why I called you.” Slater plants his feet wider for balance and motions out to the rain drenched roof. “Go do your thing.”

  I stare at him in wide-eyed shock. “My thing?”

  “Yeah, you know…” He rolls his hands together in an incomprehensible gesture.

  “Are you serious?” I glance from him to the angry black clouds overhead. “Are you telling me to go fuck a thunderstorm?”

  Slater’s arms fold over his chest, muscles bulging. “I don’t care how you do it, just stop him from destroying our city.”

  As I watch, dark wings begin to spread from Kellen’s back, rolling clouds filled with flashes of lightning. Swearing, I yank my shirt off over my head and thrust it at Slater. “Hold this.”

  With a shiver, I let my wings slip from my back. The feathers ruffle as the muscles along my spine flex in a slow flap.

  Slater stares at them, his lips parted. “Are those seriously your wings?”

  My teeth pull back in a hiss. “You got a problem with them?”

  He lifts his hands, palms out. “Nope.”

  Kicking off my clogs, I bounce on the balls of my feet. I can do this. It’s just Kellen. This is simply a bigger energy draw than normal.

  Lightning splinters through the clouds once more, turning the world white, and Kellen releases a roar of welcome.

  Oh, god, I’m going to die.

  Kellen’s feet lift from the roof, and I sprint forward at hyper-speed, wings flapping against the gale as I launch myself into the air after him. He only makes it a foot off the roof before I attach myself to his back, skin to skin. Where our flesh meets, we crackle like fireworks. It hurts as it burrows inside me, and I struggle to remember what instinct let me absorb Torch so fast, but my mind balks, still raw from the brush with extinction.

  Heavy mist peppers my skin as Kellen rises another foot into the air, barely slowed by my added weight. My wings flap, desperate to counter our ascent into the heart of the storm. I latch my mouth onto his neck, tongue against his skin to lick away the sparklers that dance across his hard muscles.

  Not enough. Unlike Torch, Kellen’s energy lives on the inside of his body. Skimming the surface barely makes a dent with the storm refueling him.

  My legs wrap around his waist to give me better leverage as I climb up his shoulders, twist around enough to grab his chin, and pull his head toward mine. Eyes that swirl with hurricanes meet mine, and his lips pull back to bare his teeth in a feral growl.

  The storm has him in its grasp and won’t release him without a fight.

  Unsure I’m capable of doing this, I swallow hard. My bones still feel brittle from being put back together, and when thunder crashes overhead, it rattles through my body, ready to tear me apart once more.

  But Kellen helped me when I needed him. I can’t do anything less now.

  “You don’t want to destroy your city, Kellen.” I lean down to run my lips over his, and static bites at my mouth. I stroke his rain soaked cheek. “Let me in. Let me take this from you.”

  A shudder rolls through his body. I tighten my grip on him as my tongue skims along the barrier of his teeth, and he opens up on a gasp. I dive in without giving myself time to hesitate, thrusting in deep for that well of energy that waits at the back of his throat.

  It tastes of ozone and crackles as it rushes down my throat.

  Kellen’s feet slam back onto the roof top, and somehow he pulls me from his back and into his arms. My body bows backward, wings flapping helplessly as he pours more of the storm into me. It rushes into my stomach, a flash flood that overwhelms my system and overflows into the rest of my body, seeking every opening to fill.

  Fissures form in my mind, and I cry out, struggling in his embrace.

  Just as quickly as he dumps it in, he yanks it back out, leaving a swirling vortex of emptiness.

  My back hits the rooftop, wings crushed beneath our combined weight. My skin tightens against my bones as he takes even the energy given by Emil and Tobias. Then, the ball of life that makes me a succubus begins to unravel.

  Fisting my hands in his hair, I hook onto the tail end of energy and yank it back into myself. I’m a succubus. I will not be undone. Not even by a storm god.

  Thunder growls down my throat, past my stomach, and into my core. I use it for added strength and flip us over so that I ride his chest. Rain pounds down on top of me, a force at my back desperate to reach the demon between my legs.

  Ripping my mouth from his before he can take back the energy once more, I turn around and yank at his belt. The soaked leather resists at first, then snaps free, and the zipper rips as I tear his pants open.

  His cock springs free, hard and heavy. Rain slides down its length, making my mouth water, and my jaw aches with the need to take him in. One hand wraps around his base, the other on his hip for balance as I bend forward to take the first taste of him on my tongue.

  Heat, salt, and ozone; the sting of sparklers. Moaning with hunger, I take him in until he nudges at the back of my throat. His hips flex upward, shoving him deeper, and I whimper with pleasure as new energy floods into me. Sex energy, the sweetest treat for a succubus. I lift my head, tongue dragging against his length until I find the tip and lick at his slit, desperate for the life force held inside.

  Salt floods my taste buds, and I dive back down for another taste. An orgasm will fill me up for an entire month. It’s been so long since I felt that full.

  Hands tug at my waistband, and cold rain splashes against my ass. Kellen tries to shove them down farther, but my spread legs keep them in place. With a growl, he grips them on either side, and his abdomen flexes beneath me as he rips them at the seams. I rear back, fist tight on his cock as I twist around to hiss at him in warning.

  In answer, his eyes narrow, and he grabs my hips, dragging my body higher. One arm shoves under my thigh, lifting me, and then a hot mouth clamps over my aching center. My back arches, wings stretching with pleasure as he suckles at my folds. Then, his tongue dips inside, and he pulls energy back into himself. My eyes widen in shock at the ecstasy that thu
nders through me, matching the storm still threatening the city.

  His body undulates under mine as he lifts up, his tongue thrusting deeper, and he growls with satisfaction. Lust fills the air around us, hot licks against every part of my exposed skin that no amount of rain can cool. The wind picks up speed to swirl around us in a lazy cyclone that leaves our small patch of the roof calm.

  Heady with desire, I lower my mouth once more, taking his cock deep into my throat, and drag the energy back into me. It becomes a playful tug of war as our bodies writhe together. Blood pounds through my veins, my heart thundering for release, and my thighs tremble as the muscles along my back tighten.

  My mind fuzzes out with the constant give and take of power, and I close my eyes, giving myself over to it fully.

  Gripping Kellen’s length, my cheeks hollow over his cock as I revel in the taste of him, the soft, velvet texture against my tongue, the steely strength of him as he stretches my jaw. My hand moves from his hip to burrow into his pants and find his balls, rolling them between my fingers.

  He groans into my body, bringing with it ripples of bliss.

  My core tightens, and I whimper, hips rolling against his mouth.

  One long finger slips between my folds to rub over my clit, and my body explodes in orgasm. My back arches, wings flaring wide, as I stare up into the clear sky. A moment later, Kellen’s cock pulses in my grip, hot cum splashing over my bra and the upper swell of my breasts. A mewl of protest escapes, and I run my fingers through the warm liquid, bringing it to my lips, before I drop back down over him to lick his cock clean.

  “Fuck,” he gasps, his harsh pants ghosting against my thighs. His hands massage my bare ass before his head lifts and his tongue flicks out for another pass. “You taste amazing.”

  I hum with agreement, enjoying the feel of his softening cock in my mouth.

  “If you keep doing that”—his hips flex upward to give me a better angle—“then we’re going for round two.”

  I let his cock pop free of my mouth and sit up, effectively pulling my aching core away from his temptation. The shreds of my pants fall around my calves, and I spot one of my socks on the other side of the roof, near the access door. My bare toes curl against the rain soaked concrete as I push wet hair from my face.

  Under me, his body barely flickers with energy. Either I won our battle of wills, or he gave in. I’m not sure how I feel about the second option. Despite the chill of the air, heat floods my body.

  A spot of cum glistens on his lower stomach. I scoop it up and pop it into my mouth, adding one more drop of power to the rolling mass in my stomach.

  Dazed, I mumble, “You don’t need any more energy drained.”

  His hands curl around my hips. “It can be just for fun.”

  “Hmm.” I sway forward, his open pants a treasure in need of more investigation.

  Light fingers brush against my feathers. “Your wings are beautiful.”

  I stiffen, and my wings snap back into their hiding spot against my spine. Twisting around, I stare down into Kellen’s lightning blue eyes. “Don’t tell the others.”

  “Why?” His brows furrow with confusion. “They’re beautiful.”

  “They’re deformed.” I lurch to my feet and stumble as my muscles protest the sudden change in position. My ruined pants tangle around my feet, and I kick myself free of them. “Do you have any spare clothes I can wear?”

  He sits up slowly. “You don’t need to be in such a rush to leave.”

  “I need to get back to the bakery.” The next step I take brings with it a wave of dizziness, and I lift one trembling hand to my forehead.

  The languid feeling brought on by sex dissipates, leaving my bones soft and unable to support my weight. My vision blurs around the edges, the rifts in my mind splintering and spreading.

  “Adie, are you okay?” Worry fills Kellen’s voice, and a moment later, his strong arms wrap around me from behind to support my weight.

  My head lolls back against his shoulder, and I blink up at him, confused when his vibrant red hair turns black, his golden skin gray.

  My eyes close, and when I open them again, the entire world comes back in black and white. “Where did all the color go?”

  Ping

  “I don’t want it.” I shove the bottle of orange juice away from my face again, and Kellen steps back with a scowl.

  Dazed and confused, I barely remember Kellen bringing me down to his office and draping his dress shirt over my lap before he left for the break room, only to return with this disgusting offering. In the time it took to settle into his desk chair, the gray faded from my vision, and my muscles solidified once more. Energy now courses through my body, more than I’ve held since leaving dreamland. My stomach feels ready to explode, and I desperately want my bed of pillows to curl up in while I digest.

  “You need to drink something.” He sets the bottle on his desktop. “I obviously over sexed you.”

  “That wasn’t sex.” I curl my knees up under his dress shirt and wrap my arms around them in self-defense. “That was just—”

  “Sex, Adie,” Kellen breaks in. “Super hot sex. You had my cock in your mouth, and I—”

  “Shut up!” I bury my face against my knees. “I didn’t break my rules!”

  “It’s not bad to break them. Or erase them altogether.” When my head stays down, his large hand strokes my hair. “Hey, it’s okay. I appreciate what you did up there. It was amazing.”

  “It wasn’t sex,” I mumble.

  “Okay, it wasn’t sex.” The office chair swivels a little as his arms wrap around me. “You can not sex me anytime you want.”

  “Shut up.” I nuzzle my head against his shoulder in a moment of self-indulgence before I gently push him away and let my legs drop back to the ground. “How come you can pull energy out of me like that?”

  His eyes narrow on me in consideration before he lifts the orange juice and waves it in my face once more.

  With a huff, I snatch it from his fingers and take a sip. It explodes over my tongue, tart and bitter, and my face screws up with distaste. “Happy?”

  He reaches out to push the bottle back to my lips and watches until I drain half of it. “Now, don’t you feel better?”

  “Not at all.” I rub my forehead with my free hand, weary of the pain from earlier, but everything has gone back to normal. I point at him with the bottle of orange juice. “You. Energy sucking demon who’s not a succubus. Spill.”

  “Finish your orange juice.” His arms fold across his bare chest, muscles rippling beneath his golden skin.

  Breath held, I drain the rest of the contents and try not to gag on the pulp. Most disgusting drink in the universe. At last, I hold the empty bottle over my head in victory. “Now, spill.”

  “Good girl.” He pats my head, and I slap his hand away. “I can’t drain energy from everything. Just storms, succubi, and inccubi because you’re partially made of storms.” When he leans closer, his voice drops ominously. “I’m your god. Worship me.”

  I reach out and pinch his cheek hard. “I still won over you, so I’d hardly call you a god.”

  He flinches back, hand to his stinging face. “Maybe I let you win.”

  “Sure you did.” I kick my feet against the blue rug under his desk. It tickles against bare feet. My one remaining sock lays draped over his trash can where the water will do the least amount of damage. The shreds of my pants remain on the roof. “Any chance I can borrow some pants since you trashed mine?”

  “Hey, it only seemed fair at the time.” He flicks his fingers at the broken zipper on the front of his pants.

  The motion draws my focus to the dark shadow hidden behind the zipper’s silver frame, and my mouth waters at the memory of him firm against my tongue.

  He shakes a finger under my nose. “None of that, or I’m locking the office door.”

  My eyes lift to his, and no lightning skitters across his pupils. His usual lightning kissed eyes appear normal,
human even. “I don’t think you have enough left in you to make it worth my time.”

  He tsks quietly. “We seriously need to talk about sex for the fun of it.”

  “No, we don’t.” I nudge him in his well-formed leg with my toes. His wet jeans, which mold against the lean muscles of his thighs, squish under my foot. “Go find me clothes.”

  “You’re really demanding after not sex.” As he turns to head for the door, I watch his tight ass until his cell phone catches my eye.

  “Hey, do you mind if I make a call?” When he turns back, I lift the phone. “I need to check on the bakery.”

  He strides back and takes it from me, punches in a passcode, then hands it back with a warning, “No snooping while I’m gone.”

  I cross my fingers within his view and keep my tone serious. “I promise.”

  He snorts and walks from the room, closing the door behind him.

  My fingers itch with the urge to dig through his personal information, but I rein back the desire and pull up the internet app to find the number for my bakery before pressing dial. I really need to memorize it in case I ever find myself without a phone again.

  Tally answers on the first ring. “Boo’s Boutique Bakery, where one bite is never enough. How may I help you today?”

  A smile tugs at my lips. “Hey, Tally, it’s Adie.”

  “Adie!” Her voice rises with excitement. “Did you make it out of the storm okay?”

  My face flushes with heat. How did she know what I did with Kellen?

  Then her chipper voice continues, “Cars were pulling over on the street because the wind was so strong. We worried a window would break! And then it just stopped! It was the oddest thing ever!”

  “Oh, yeah.” My hands run through my tangled hair. “I was already parked by then.”