Sin released his hold and rolled off me.
Groping for my purse on the floor by the bed, I searched inside for a glass vial. The cork popped off easily and I pressed the edge against my lips. A slow spill of blue energy poured inside until the bottle filled, then I capped it.
Sin watched with mild interest. “Do your sisters still feed your father as well?”
“Yes.” I set the vial in my purse. An incubus could only feed from a succubus and most incubi kept a harem of wives. But our mothers couldn’t support our father’s growing needs. The stronger the incubus, the more he fed, and my dad co-ruled a city. He should be shopping for a new wife, but oddly for our people, he loved our mothers so much he feared breaking the delicate balance they enjoyed.
Fidelity didn’t fit in our lifestyle. Since my sisters and I were old enough to feed, we decided to do our part by placing a small portion of our feeds in vials. This was only a patch, not a solution. Governing the charm, a group of succubi and incubi, in Lake City took power, but our supplemental feedings sustained him for now.
“That’s sweet.” Sin’s tone didn’t reflect his words.
“What is up your ass tonight?” I picked up my panties only to have him swipe them from my hand.
“You need to find more suitors. The three you have aren’t enough.” He yanked me back into his arms.
“I’ve learned my lesson. I promise to never barge into here again.” I turned away and faced the wall. “That’s not the point, Pia. You have to embrace your nature. Your sisters don’t have suitors. They—”
“Fuck around. I get it. I should be a slut.”
He rested his forehead against my shoulder. “What if I wasn’t here today? What if you had to make do with Rat?”
I closed my eyes, trying not to picture that image. “I don’t know.”
“You need backup. Would a mortal once in a while be so bad?”
“Did my father ask you to have this talk with me?”
He laughed and it sounded easier and lighter than before. “No, but contrary to popular belief, I do care about what happens to you.” He pressed a kiss against the back of my neck, his hand tracking toward my breast. “Think about it.”
I rolled onto my back and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I think you owe me a night of pleasure, Master.” I knew Sin cared but his brand of fuzzies stung.
He opened the drawer by the bed. “Let’s see what kind of toys I left in here.”
About the Author:
Annie Nicholas writes paranormal with a twist. Her stories are off the beaten path as she creates romantic, suspenseful, attention grabbing fiction.
She hibernates in the rural, green mountains of Vermont, where she dreams of different worlds and conflicts to pit her characters against.
Mother, daughter, wife are some of the hats she happily wears while trudging over the hills and dales of her adopted state. The four seasons an inspiration and a muse.
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