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She Knows Ch. 01

By: MitchCapslock



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Tom's hand grabbed the back of my head and pushed my mouth deeper onto his rigid cock.

"Oh, fuck. I'm going to cum," he moaned.

The verbal cue was hardly necessary. I could feel his pulsing shaft with my lips and soon the warm, salty flood filled the back of my throat. I held his cock as deep in my throat as I could take it, swallowing his seed as both an act of self-preservation and to give him some final stimulation as his orgasm waned.

I released his softening cock from my mouth and sat back on my heels, giving him room to get up from his office couch.

As he pulled his pants on, he glanced over his shoulder to where I was still kneeling on the floor.

"There's something I need to tell you," he said. "She knows."

If I hadn't been on the floor, I would have collapsed onto it.

"Who? What does she know?" I asked, assuming that I knew the answer.

"Jess. She knows you've been giving me blowjobs in exchange for my legal work," he said.

My head was spinning. My entire life was crashing down around me. If it got around the small town we lived in that I was sucking another man's cock, it would ruin what little business I had left. And it would mean all the legal work Tom had been doing to help me regain access to my children would be wasted.

"Oh, fuck," I said. "How did she find out? Is she mad? Is she going to tell anyone? ... Shit. I am screwed. You are screwed. I'll never ..."

"That's enough," Tom said. "Settle down. Of course she was mad. Furious, in fact. And, she wants to see you. Tomorrow night. At our house."

"Me? What the fuck does she want to see me for?" I asked.

Tom explained that, a few days earlier, Jess had accused him of having an affair. She assumed he was fucking Becky, his 20-year-old secretary, and pestered him with questions. When she threatened to leave him, and tell everyone in town, including the mayor — who just happens to be Becky's father — Tom came clean.

I had come to Tom a year ago, after my ex-wife moved our children 200 miles away and started refusing to let them visit me. We'd gotten a quick, quiet divorce 10 months prior, after she caught me stroking myself to some Internet porn. I took the visitation and support schedule she demanded, even though it was far less time with my kids and far more money for her than was necessary. All this, of course, was on the advice of my attorney, a kid fresh out of law school who fee was on par with his experience.

As soon as the divorce was final, she announced she was moving, and that it would be best if I didn't see our kids anymore. Desperate to have some involvement with my children, I went to see Tom, the best lawyer in out town. After reading my divorce papers, he asked why I'd hired such an inexperienced attorney and taken such a bad deal.

The young lawyer was all I could afford, I'd explained. I'm the owner/editor of our town's small, weekly newspaper and generating enough revenue to keep the paper afloat has been a struggle for several years.

"Actually, I don't know how I'll be able to afford you," I told Tom. "But I'm desperate and you are the best attorney in the county."

Tom agreed to take my case, and started asking questions about the circumstances that led to our break up. While many women would be mad to catch their husbands watching Internet porn, he'd never seen it lead to a divorce.

"She didn't like what I was watching," I said.

The expression on Tom's face changed.

"Was it child porn?" he asked. "I don't think I can represent you."

I assured him it was not, but I hesitated to reveal what it was. To properly represent me, Tom said he had to know. That was something my previous lawyer hadn't asked.

"It was two men," I stammered.

"I see," Tom said as he tried to keep any reaction from showing on his face. "Are you gay?"

"I guess I'm more bi," I said. "I had a few encounters with men when I was in high school and college, but none since I got married."

Like a lot of married men, I'd turned to Internet porn when the sex in my marriage dried up. While the straight stuff seemed to work for a time, I found myself drawn more and more to watching men suck and fuck.

Tom asked me a few more questions about my case, and then he broached the subject I knew was coming: his pay. As the best lawyer in town, Tom commanded a higher rate than anyone else, $300 an hour.

At best, I could afford about 3 hours of his time. He would use more than that just researching my case, I was sure. I told him as much, thanked him for his time, and left.

A few days later, Tom called and asked me to come by his office. When I entered the front door, Becky smiled brightly at me and sent me back to Tom's office.

"Shut the door behind you, and sit down," Tom said. He was sitting at his desk and pointed to a chair opposite it.

"I've been thinking about your case, and I want to help," he said. "What your ex is doing to you isn't right."

I started to explain that, while I appreciated his sympathy, I couldn't afford him.

"Maybe we can work out a deal," he said.

I suggested trading a full-page ad in each week's paper, but Tom shook his head. That wasn't the deal he had in mind.

Tom began by telling me that all marriages aren't perfect, even his own. He said that while he and Jess still loved each other and had sex fairly regularly, she'd lost interest. While she'd never enthusiastically offered oral sex — it was a birthday and anniversary "treat" — even that had stopped in recent years.

After our previous meeting, Tom said he couldn't stop thinking about my case. It was then I knew what he was suggesting.

"How will this work?" I asked as I felt my erection begin to rise in my pants. "When do we start?"

"I'll call you when I need you," he said. "No one will disturb us here."

He stood and walked to the leather couch on the far wall of his office. I locked the office door and walked toward him.

He removed his pants and underwear and sat down on the couch. I knelt before him, my heart pounding in my chest. His stiffening cock appeared to be slightly larger and thicker than mine, but I didn't think it would make sucking him off difficult. He pointed to the trash can by the couch.

"You can spit there, if you want," he said.

I didn't bother to tell him that wouldn't be necessary. I leaned in took his cock into my mouth, letting the sensation of having a dick in my mouth for the first time in years wash over me. I began massaging the underside of his dick with my tongue, and Tom quietly moaned his approval.

As I worked his cock with my mouth, I glanced up at him. Tom had his head back and his eyes closed. I wondered if it made it easier to pretend he wasn't letting another man suck his dick.

Worried that we were taking too long, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and stroked him in rhythm as I worked him with my mouth. It didn't take long to get results. I felt his abdomen stiffen and his hips bucked.

"Fuck. I'm going to cum," he moaned, and I felt his load fill my mouth. I gulped it down and released his dick from my mouth when I thought he'd finished.

Two minutes later, I was walking back toward my office, hoping no one could imagine what I'd just done. If they'd looked closely, they might have noticed the slight bulge in my pants. As soon as I reached my office, I dropped my pants and stroked myself to an intense orgasm, reliving the last half-hour in my mind.

Since then, Tom had called once or twice a week, and asked me to meet to discuss my "case." Always it was the same, I'd close and lock the door, we'd exchange pleasantries and I'd suck him off. He never offered to touch me in any way. In fact, I never took off a single stitch of clothing. As he was putting his pants back on, Tom would update me on the status of my case as it wound through the courts.

* * *

It had been a perfect arrangement. And now it was all over, I was sure. I only hoped I could keep his wife from ruining me and my chances of ever seeing my kids again.

At just past 7 p.m., I knocked on the door at Tom and Jess's house, ready to beg her not to tell anyone about my arrangement with her husband.

She Knows Ch. 01



Hey everyone! 

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*** 

"Ready, Vera?" 

I nodded to my partner Brodie as I palmed the knife at my hip, extending the cool metal just past my fingertips. We tip-toed around the rickety warehouse, clinging to the shadows like dew on leaves, and entered the building through a gash in the exterior wall. 

Brodie went first, a Smith & Wesson 1911 clutched in his hand and extended out in front of him. I trailed, eyes peeled for the slightest movement. I could hear the steady drip of sitting water, smell the rat feces, mildew, blood, and something uniquely New York. 

We were on a short concrete landing, treading above a den of waking vamps. The half-breeds rustled and shook out their stiff bodies. It was just past sunset, the perfect time to attack. Brodie's informant had been right, there were about forty vamps, broken into little clusters and chatting amongst themselves. I couldn't catch their conversations, but then again I didn't care. 

Brodie flagged me to a stop, using a series of quick hand gestures to direct me. He'd take one side, I'd take the other, and we'd silently chop them down until we were caught and then it would be all-out war. Basically, our usual plan. 

I nodded and slid the knives back in the modified pockets of my leather suit. I turned and swung myself up onto a soggy wooden beam, stretching my hands out and walking across the network of wood and steel beams to the other side of the room. It was hard to do because I was also watching Brodie move to the other side of the room and also making sure my movements didn't alert any of the vamps underneath me. 

I bit back my sigh of relief as I made it across the room and squatted on the beam. I twisted and dropped my body, hooking the backs of my knees across a steel beam and hanging upside down. There was a group of three vamps beneath me, and as quietly as I could, I palmed the knives at my hips and threw them in quick succession at the first two vamps, then released myself and dropped down to the third while snatching a third knife from my arm sheath. 

The creature opened his mouth to scream, but I covered his mouth with my hands and buried my knife in his throat. Blood spurted from the wound and covered my face, but I disregarded it and looked to the vamps around me, wondering if they'd seen. They hadn't. 

I had one more second to throw out two more knives before we were spotted. "Demons!" someone shouted. 

I searched the sea of vampires until I spotted light brown hair, the only other spot of color beside my green locks in a sea of black. Our eyes connected, turquoise locking with gray. He smiled at me, wide, before he sprayed a round of bullets into the five vamps closest to him. 

I laughed loudly, and snapped out my whip. We fought, him on one side, me on the other. Time faded away, the chaotic sounds of New York's nightlife blending with the pop! pop! pop! of Brodie's guns and the quick snaps from my whip. 

Brodie was closer to me now, a couple dozen feet away, axes swinging in his hands. His leather jacket was gone, and his fitted black tee was soaked with equal amounts of blood and sweat. He looked ecstatic. 

"You look good with a whip in your hand," he yelled over the din of vampires. 

I smirked as I flicked my whip and caught a half breed around the neck. A twist of my wrist decapitated the thing, and it crumpled to the ground. "Flattery already got you in my pants, Brodie. Now come on, we were supposed to be done hours ago." 

He laughed as he hacked the head off a vampire charging him. "You were late." 

"I was talking to my father." 

He smirked before the smile cut into a hard line. "Check your six." 

I palmed my last knife, stiffened my arm, and whipped the appendage around my back like a sword. It was a clean cut through the ribcage of the salivating undead, but a messy spray. 

I licked my palm and used it to wipe the blood off my face. A light caught my rapidly clearing vision, and my stomach dropped to the pit of my stomach. The sky was lightening. "Fuck," I growled. 

Claws dug into my chest, ripping at the flesh. Pain burned me a second before the tissue knitted itself back together. It was a warning: I either got in the game or got killed. I launched myself at the vampire, ripping him apart with my bare hands since my guns were empty, my knives dirty, and my whip useless at close range. 

Ugh, my father would kill me when I finally got back. I could still remember the quick conversation. Him bursting into my room like the force of nature he was, and me, caught off guard like always. 

"Vera." My father had stood in the doorway for a second, large and imposing as ever, before he strode across my bedroom to me. "You're staying home tonight." 

I yanked a brush, unsuccessfully, through hair I hadn't combed in a week. "Ever heard of knocking?" 

"My house, my rules." 

I snorted and set the comb down. My father was lighter fluid and I was an involuntary flame. "I can't stay in tonight," I said evenly, turning in the seat and crossing my legs. "I'm hunting with Brodie." 

He waved his hand dismissively. "The half-breeds can wait. I need you here." 

"Actually they can't. The vamps killed once before. If I let them go now, what kind of message will that send to the rest of them?" 

His lips pulled back in a snarl, and anger flickered in his gaze. I could always get out of going to one of my father's assine meetings or parties if I said I was killing the vampires who crossed the veil onto Earth and wrecked havoc. 

"How many?" he asked. 

"Forty." 

"And you can take them?" 

"With Brodie I can. I've done it before." 

He nodded. "They need to be disposed of." 

They did. Vampires were the scum of the Earth; deformities that were neither demon nor human. They were created by Wendigos, turned into servants who just happened to have certain abilities and drink blood. I used to feel sorry for the creatures, feeling a kinship with them because I was half succubus and half muse and not at all accepted. But I didn't kill people, didn't give into mayhem and bloodlust that made killing the half breeds much easier. 

I'd spun back around in my seat and searched for a rubberband in the vanity's draws, done with the conversation. Of course, my dad wasn't."You need to be back by two." 

My jaw dropped. "That's not even a whole night." 

"You shouldn't need an entire night to kill forty vamps. Wars have been won in less time." 

I clenched my jaw until it ached. "Why do you need me so badly?" 

"There doesn't have to be a reason, Vera. You're my daughter." 

"Right." My teeth clacked together. "Not your henchman, so I do need an explanation." 

We glared at each other for a long minute, two stubborn asses. 

"One," he finally spat. "Be here at one or I'll send Jasper to fetch you." 

As I geared up to take the next vampire on, I wondered if I could draw out the killing and stay on the human side of the veil until nightfall. Jasper wouldn't get me, and I could stave off the confrontation with my dad. But then I turned and caught a whiff of the half-breed's breath—blood mixed with wet ass—and squashed that idea. Human showers weren't clean enough to remove that smell. 

"Hurry the fuck up, Brodie," I growled, slicing my way through my last vampire. "I'm going to get my ass chewed out, but I'd still like to have a little left at the end of it." 

"Almost done," Brodie groaned, wrestling with one of the last vamps. He swung his blade down and sliced it to the vampire's neck. He wiggled the axe, twisted it, and took off half the thing's head and most of its neck. The vampire screeched, swayed, than crumbled to the ground in a bloody, twitching mess. 

I looked up at him and made an impatient gesture. "Come on. We're done. Let's go." 

He took a long drag off his cigarette before chucking it over his shoulder into the the pile of dead vampires. The burning embers caught on the blood and other fluid marking the warehouse floor and ignited instantly. "Relax. Redkin's already furious, what's a few more minutes." 

I walked out of the building. The fire was building fast and I wasn't an Ankush demon who got a kick out of flames. "I'm not one to poke a bear." Especially when that bear was my father. 

He stepped closer to me as I grabbed the pendant between my breasts and summoned the veil. I could feel the triangle-shaped tanzanite cut into my palm as the three linked circles surrounding the stone broke apart, becoming slithering tendrils of darkness. The darkness raced over my skin and Brodie stepped closer to me, letting the darkness clutch onto him and cover him until we saw nothing but a stygian darkness. Just as quickly as the tendrils converted us, they receded, pulling back into the pendant and shaping into the three perfect circles surrounding the stone. 

I blew out a deep breath and shivered all over. "God I hate that." 

"Think you'd be used to it by now." 

I blinked rapidly, my eyes stinging and watering, and covered my nose as a sneeze took me. "Ask me after another dozen times." 

It happened every time I went from Earth to Ectar and vise versa. Bright city lights were replaced by muted grayness, and the millions of noises that made up NYC receded to the low hum of a few hundred sects of demons. There were no rodents, no insects or plants. Organic matter didn't seem to cross the veil, only buildings, cars, and a few other things. Not that demons drove—with no electricity and no gas, candles were the dominant source of light during the night and the muted rays from the sun piercing the veil during the day. 

Brodie nudged my hip. "We gonna move or just stand here?" 

I kicked my boot knife back into its hidden compartment and raised a brow at him. "I don't know, are we?" 

He started to stroll and I picked up pace beside him. "That mouth's going to get you in trouble one day, Vera." 

"Already has." 

"More trouble." 

"Not with my father around," I sighed. "I'm destined to a life of little troubles and near deaths." 

"Sounds so boring," he drawled. 

"Terribly." 

Brodie grinned before he reached over and tousled my hair. I swatted at his hand playfully as we started to walk. Brodie played the bad boy rebel even though he was anything but. No doubt he still looked freakin hot, but I knew the incubus underneath. His boot heels scraped against the concrete as he moved closer to me. 

He sniffed. "You smell wet." 

"I am." 

"Time of the month?" 

Unlike full succubi, I didn't need sex on a regular basis, just once a month. "Yeah." 

"Want to fuck?" he offered offhandedly as if he was asking me to grab a bite to eat. 

"More than I want to breathe." 

Brodie nodded, and pulled back. He took another drag on the cigarette before crushing it in his hand and letting the ashes fall from his palm. His gray eyes were cool as they raked me from head to toe. "Any place in particular?" 

I looked around the street, the kind of dark empty place you'd see in a horror flick. "Alley's fine." 

I grabbed his hand and towed him down the sidewalk and across the street, dodging shadowed cars and a fire hydrant as I did so. The minute we were in the darker shadows I dropped to my knees, slid down his zipper, and took out his cock. He was hard and wet, ready to go. I gulped him, took him deep into my throat until he growled and fisted his hand in my hair. I sucked deeper and hollowed my cheeks. 

"You've gotten better." 

I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. Better? I was fucking perfect. I started to hum gently as I traced my hands up his legs, nails raking across his jean-clad thighs. Increasing the vibrations, I pulled him deeper into my throat and breathed through my nose. 

If I was lucky, Brodie would come quickly and I'd stave off the craving that came with my monthlies. If I was unlucky, he'd last longer, ignite my fire, and we'd be fucking well into the morning. 

I moved my fingers to his balls, massaging them as I gently bobbed my head down on him. His hips jerked, and precome smeared the back of my throat. My middle finger stroked down his balls and pressed his taint. 

His fingers scored my scalp and ruined my bun as he came. I swallowed and felt his energy soak into my body, calming my raging hormones. There was a brief feeling of euphoria, the kind that humans described doing drugs. It speared every nerve ending, sent me into a mind numbing orgasm, tinged with pain from the scarp of my nipples against my lace bra dna my clit against my cotton panties. The crash was fast, a plument, head cracking descent to reality. Brodie's energy settled into my blood, balancing the succubus and muse in me enough to let me think. 

I removed my hand and pulled my head away. He righted himself and zipped up his jeans as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and felt my hair. It was a little messy, but nothing major. 

He cleared his throat and scratched his growing beard. "That it?" 

I shrugged. "For now." 

We started to walk again, and a few blocks later, I remembered something. "By the way, Catriona says hi." 

"Oh yeah?" He grabbed another cigarette and lit up. The incubus was always a mix of cigarette smoke, tattoo ink, and sex. Like most sex demons he was tatted to the nines with magic in his veins and more than a few succubi in his bed. I wasn't ashamed to say I was one of them, but not because I had romantic affection for him. Brodie was like a brother to me, except I fucked him on occasion. If I didn't, I'd starve. And my hips, ass, and bust declared loud and clear that I DID NOT starve myself. 

"Those things'll kill you," I muttered under my breath. 

Brodie looked over at me, the tattoo trailing up his neck twisting and expanding like the curved snake might be alive. "If I was human," he rasped in a voice made hoarse from a thick coating of tar on his vocal chords. "How's Catriona doing?" 

"Good. I didn't talk to her for long though, I was running." 

"Always." 

I cast a glance at him and nudged his shoulder. "I'm not bad." 

He raised a brow and then smiled broadly. I had a second of warning before he wrapped an arm around my neck and gave me a noogie. "No, you're worse." 

I shoved him away and finger-combed my hair back into its bun. He wouldn't have been able to pull that move if he wasn't six three and built like a rugby player. I scrunched up my face and stuck my tongue out at him. "Shouldn't you be more grateful? I did just blow you." 

He rolled his eyes exaggeratedly. "Yes, mighty Vera. What would I do without your glorious mouth? Surely my dick would shrivel up and die. Or fall off without your expert care." 

I laughed. "Jackass." 

He took another drag and blew out three perfect rings of smoke. "You wouldn't have me any other way." 

I marinated on that. "Maybe a little less secretive." 

He raised a brow. 

"Ever going to tell me who's tipping you off on these vamp dens?" 

"Nunya," he responded. 

"Nunya who?" 

"Nunya business." He raised his hand and flicked the tip of my nose. "You walked into that one." 

I grinned and rolled my eyes. "Whatever." 

We had walked about three blocks, when a dragon swooped down from the light gray sky and blocked our path. Jasper's talons scraped against the concrete as smoke puffed out of his wide nostrils and surrounded us. Glass shook in window panes, doors clattered in their frames, and disgruntled vampires shouted down the street at us from their homes with a lovely array of "Keep it the fuck down" and "I'll kill you bastards if you make any more noise." 

Jasper was nonplussed. "Your father wanted you back four hours ago, Vera," he rumbled tiredly. 

Oops, busted. "I had some problems. Killing vampires isn't exactly easy." 

Jasper shifted from foot to foot, the ground rolling at the action. He hated getting in the middle of me and my father, especially because he was the one to translate the volatile pissing contests my father and I got into, which were one step up from bitch-outs. 

He blew out a trail of smoke, "Don't kill the messenger, Vera. I'm just here to collect you." 

Jasper was levelheaded and cautious to a fault. He never said anything without careful consideration, a trait not found in many demons. 

"All right." I stepped away from Brodie and swung myself onto the dragon's back, grimacing at the wet sounds. "Sorry, Jas. More vamps tonight than I was expecting." 

He cast a glance at the blood running down his scales. "I can wash." 

I turned to Brodie and waved. "See ya later." 

He nodded in return, and with two mighty flaps of Jasper's leathery wings, we were off, leaving Brodie staring up at us.



She Knows Ch. 02



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Tom answered the door and led me to the den in the back of his house and offered me a drink. I asked for a bourbon and gulped, hoping to calm my racing heart.

Tom sat on one large black leather couch and motioned for me to sit across from him on the other. When Jess walked in, I couldn't meet her eyes, but that didn't keep me from admiring her as she stood at the bar pouring herself a drink. She was stunning. A short white tennis dress accented her curves majestically and from the looks of her makeup and hair, I doubted she'd just come in from the courts.

She turned and caught me staring at her. I saw a flash in her eyes that I assumed was anger, but when she spoke, it was if she was calmly chatting over a post-dinner drink.

"So you've been sucking my husband's cock?" she asked.

I stammered, trying to explain myself. She held up her hand to stop me.

"Tom's told me the story," she said. "But I'd like to hear it from you."

I recounted the tale for her, leaving nothing out. I told her about my failing marriage, how my wife had caught me masturbating to gay porn and how she'd taken my children from me after our divorce. When I got to the point in my story where her husband had suggesting trading blowjobs for legal work, she shot him a dirty look. I'm guessing he'd told her that our arrangement had been my idea.

When I finished, she asked, "Do you like it? Sucking him, I mean."

"I do like it," I said. "Giving someone pleasure with my mouth has always been my favorite. Even when I was married, I probably gave my wife oral sex far more than we made love."

"What do you like about it?" she asked.

"I love the way he feels against my tongue, I love the way he smells," I said. "And I love the way his cock swells when he's close."

Jess made a funny face.

"I don't care for any of that," she said. "Do you let him finish in your mouth?"

"Of course I do," I replied. "That's the best part."

"Do you swallow?" she asked.

I nodded yes. She made another funny face. That must have been the reason Tom had offered me a trash can to spit in the first time I sucked his dick.

"I've never swallowed cum," she said. "The few times I've let him come in my mouth, I had to spit it out before I threw up."

I told her that I enjoyed the taste and texture and that swallowing it felt like my reward for a job well done.

Jess got up from where she'd been sitting beside her husband and refilled her drink. She said that when she first suspected Tom of cheating on her, she was furious. She expected he would leave her for a younger woman. Learning he'd been letting another man suck him off was hardly welcome news, she said.

But after Tom explained it, assuring her he would never leave her and that he would end our arrangement, she began to come around. At least part of this was her fault, she said. Not caring for her husband's needs had led him to seek other remedies.

I didn't tell her that Tom had only told me what was going on after I'd sucked him off the day before.

Then she dropped a bombshell.

"I want to watch," she said.

I sat there dumbfounded, unable to speak.

"Look at him," she said of her husband. "He's had a hard-on since you started telling my about sucking him. He's got a wet spot on his pants. So go ahead, I want to watch."

I looked at Tom and he shrugged his shoulders slightly. He stood up, kicked off his shoes and removed his pants and boxers. His cock was rigid and precum was bubbling from his slit.

Nervous as I was, I decided to put on a show for Tom and Jess. I wanted her to see him get the best blowjob he'd ever gotten.

I slid off the couch and onto my knees in front of him. After licking the precum from the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue, I opened wide and slid the length of his shaft along my tongue and into the back of my throat. Only when my nose was pushed against his pubic hair did I close my lips around the base of his dick.

Tom let out a moan.

I pulled back, until only the head of his dick was in my mouth. I sucked and tongued the head for a moment before sliding my mouth down the entire shaft again.

I worked his dick with my mouth and tongue with a slow but deliberate pace. Between the moans and the taste of his leaking precum in the back of my throat, I knew Tom wouldn't last very long. I sucked harder and picked up the pace, but it wasn't enough for Tom. He grabbed the back of my head and began to fuck my mouth.

With a grunt, he pushed as deep into my mouth as he could and pumped his load into my throat. I swallowed and held his dick in my mouth until he began to soften.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Jess said.

In my zeal to give Tom the best blowjob, I'd forgotten that she was in the room. She was sttting at the opposite end of the couch from Tom and I. Her dress had worked its way up over her hips and she was rubbing her pussy through the a pair of black lace g-string panties.

"He got to use your mouth," she said. "It's my turn."

Jess pulled her dress off over her head and scooted to the edge of the couch. Without looking to her husband for approval, I slid over and pulled her panties to the side. She shaved her bush into a thin, wispy landing strip that pointed to her engorged clit.

I put my tongue on her pubic hair and ran the tip across her clit, between her labia and dipped slightly into her hole before starting back up. Jess shuddered with pleasure and spread her legs wider.

After teasing her with light tongue strokes to the clit, I slid down between her lips again. I intended to stop at the bottom of her pussy, but I misjudged where I was. My tongue slid past her perineum and brushed against her rosebud. Jess gasped and moaned, which I took to be a sign to continue.

I kept up the circuit between her clit and her asshole for a few minutes before I felt her start to pull away.

"I need some dick," she said.

Tom, who had been recovering from my cocksucking display a few minutes earlier, was stroking himself back to stiffness beside us on the couch. Jess climbed atop him and pushed his erection inside her. As she began to slowly rock back and forth, I leaned in and licked from his balls up past where she was buried on his shaft to her clit.

"Yesssss," she moaned. "Just like that."

I worked from his balls to his shaft to her clit a few more times. Jess begain to rotate her hips a bit quicker and she grabbed the top of my head when I again reached her clit and held my tongue in place. I sucked gently at her clit and she moaned and started moving faster.

I stayed with her as long as I could, but fearing injury, I backed away when her pace got too fast to keep up with.

Tom had Jess' asscheeks in his hands and was pushing her back and forth as she was impaled on his cock. With a grunt, he pushed his hips up and came, putting his second load in about 20 minutes into her snatch.

His orgasm triggered hers. Jess was moaning loudly and riding him wildly. Then she froze, her body shuddered and she relaxed against Tom's reclining torso.

I sat quietly at their feet and watched with fascination as Jess' well-fucked pussy finally released Tom's shrinking cock. I was trying to remember every second of the evening so I could replay it in my mind when I got home and jerked off.

After a minute or two, Jess lifted her head from where she's been laying on Tom.

"So what do you do when you are done sucking my husband?" she asked.

I told her that I generally went back to my office or home and masturbated while the taste of his cock and cum were still fresh in my mouth.

"Well, go ahead," she said. "We've both gotten off. I don't see why you shouldn't. Jerk your dick for us."

I pushed my pants and boxer briefs down past my knees and started to stroke myself. After what seemed like forever, it felt great to release my dick from my sticky pants and wrap my fingers around its shaft.

I was face-to-crotch with a dick I'd sucked many times and pussy that I'd enjoyed licking more than any other in my life. As I watched,, a dollop of Tom's cum dripped from Jess' hole and slid toward her rosebud.

I leaned in and licked her clean.

Jess moaned and grabbed my head, pulling me in tighter to her cum-filled hole. I tongued her hole, seeking to lick any of Tom's cum that I could coax from her pussy. I gripped my hard cock but didn't stroke it. I didn't want to come yet and I was worried that jerking off would take away my attention from my job between her thighs.

With my tongue in her pussy, my nose ground against her clit. As she wiggled her hips so that I stroked the outside of her pussy with it, she deposited more of their combined juices into my mouth. The taste and texture was heavenly. I'd never eaten a cum-filled pussy before, but I hoped it wouldn't be my last.

Jess' pace quickened and she moaned.

"I'm going to cum again," she said.

I pumped my dick as she pushed my face tight against her her pussy. As she got off, so did I, shooting my load all over the front of the sofa she and Tom were laying on.

When she released my head, I dropped back to the floor, trying to catch my breath. Jess was still laying on top of Tom and he had his arms wrapped around her midsection. He had tucked his face into her neck and was gently kissing her as she came down from her post-orgasm high.

When I could, I stood up, pulled my underwear up over my cum-covered dick and quietly left the room. For all we'd just shared — easily the hottest sexual experience of my life — watching their post coital cuddling seemed invasive.

I left myself out and drove home. Before I could park and get inside, my cock was already stirring. I couldn't wait to get inside and relive the night's events with my dick in my hand.



She Knows Ch. 02



My palms were sweaty and I was shaking. I hated confrontations with my father—at least the ones I knew I wouldn't win. He wanted me back at one and now it was . . . . 

"What's the time, Jas?" 

"Quarter to six." 

Don't freak out yet. "Scale of one to ten, how pissed is my father?" 

He chortled, "Eleven." 

I wanted to hurl. 

"Try not to worry, Vera," Jasper rumbled as he dipped and twisted between buildings. 

That was impossible, so I tried for distraction instead. Beneath me was Ectar's version of New York, a giant dark blob. I looked up and saw the sun, a muted sphere of dark orange and red. The veil couldn't completely block the universe, just like it couldn't completely separate the human world from itself. 

I took a deep breath in, forcing myself to remember that I just killed twenty plus vampires. I was a bad ass. I was amazing. I was one fucked duck. 

We circled around an apartment complex on the Upper-East side of Manhattan, preparing to land. Demons didn't subscribe to human rules that dictated rent and permits and crap like that. Most of us set up shop in the ready-made homes that transferred through the veil. Which was why when I heard about humans seeing monsters in their closet or under their bed, I laughed. Oh yeah. We're there. 

Jasper landed with a thud near a group of Banshees, who hissed at us and pulled their black cloaks tight around their bony bodies. I ignored the demonesses and waited for debris and dust to settle before climbing off Jasper's back. I wasn't a huge fan of Banshees since they lived on the lull before death—that brief flash of time when the soul knows it's time to go, but the body's a little slow to catch up. 

Catriona hustled down the steps of the fifteen story complex my father called his 'home' and greeted us in that light-as-air voice of hers, "Vera. Jasper." 

She'd been my nanny for most of my life and was my father's current mistress—though I wasn't supposed to know that. My mom and dad had a complicated relationship. Caia, my mother, came and went like the wind, which left my dad wide open to do what he wanted. 

I liked Catriona though. She had a good heart, a strong head, and unfailingly saw the good in people. She kept me from becoming a bitter cup of tea. But she was a pixie—playing fast and loose with her heart. When my father drains Catriona dry and leaves her for another demon she better not be surprised. 

I stepped away from Jasper and waited for him to compact his size, shrinking to a magenta-scaled humanoid. Catriona hustled us inside the house, clucking over the vampire blood clinging to my leather catsuit and turning my winter-white hair red. "Didn't your father tell you to be back at one?" 

"He did." And I'm obviously not. 

Catriona wrung her hands as we entered the house, the delicate wings at her back fluttering in tandem with her nerves. She stopped at the foot of the staircase leading to the second floor bedrooms. She swung her head to me, ginger curls bobbing around her petite face. "Maybe there is time to—" 

"If I told you once," my father thundered, striding down the hallway toward us, heels clicking angrily against the polished wood, "I've told you a thousand times—" 

I cocked my hip and crossed my arms, meeting him angry gesture for angry gesture. "And yet I still don't listen." 

My father pushed Catriona aside and towered over me. He looked exactly like Brodie except taller, wider, older, and with soft black curls that framed his angular face. My father was handsome, but then again all incubi were. Most of their features were meant to entice—my father's was meant to dominate. 

"Veralyn Terradona Redkin," he started. 

"Davion Cantricole Sar Redkin," I interrupted, mirroring his tone even though my stomach felt like it was in my throat. "What I did tonight was my job. I did nothing wrong so don't posture around like a pissed off chicken 'cause you think I did."  

His cheeks flamed and rage burned his eyes. I thanked my lucky stars he wasn't an Ankush fire demon. My dad grabbed my upper arm before recoiling. He stared at the sticky blood on his hand before pulling out a pressed napkin and wiping it off. "What the hell is all over you?" 

"Blood." I tapped the whip at my side. "Vampire hunter, remember?" 

He wrapped the napkin around his hand and gripped me again. "Do you know what you've done you little fool?" 

I had a hunch he was going to tell me. 

"Gordon is here. Waiting for you." 

I shivered. Gordon was the leader of the giants, and not a dude you wanted to cross. I kept a wide berth between myself and his people, only seeing him when my father was present. It wasn't just that he was one mean son of a bitch, there was a glint in his eyes anytime I was around, a hungry predatory look that I liked in other men but not him. 

"Why?" I choked out. 

My father towed me down the hallway he'd come from. "I was going to tell you tonight. I've arranged for the two of you to marry." 

I yanked my arm out of his grasp. "Excuse me?" 

He ignored the question and pushed me through a set of swinging doors and right into his study where Gordon sat, shrunken down but nonetheless intimidating. My dad slammed an arm across my back, and I stumbled through the doors to the edge of the sunken-in seating area. "Gordon, I've brought your fiancee." 

My eyes were twin flames of fury as my father passed me and took a seat across from the stairs. His body took up the entire part of the couch, leaving only the area across from Gordon and Oliva free. I would have eaten my own leg to get out of the situation, but if the click from the door told me anything, my father wasn't going to let me go for anything less than my heart. 

My father's study was his favorite room in the house, a masculine clash of dark wood and light upholstery. I vetoed the stairs and threw myself over the side of the couch, rubbing my feet into its tan leather. Redkin's jaw clenched. I rubbed harder. 

"Gordon," I crossed my ankles and reclined on the couch. "How are you?" 

His accent was hard to distinguish, the words not quite fitting in his newly formed mouth. "Better now that you're here." 

Fucking kill me now. 

"Mr. President," Gordon's wife, Olivia, interrupted stiffly. "May we proceed?" 

"With what?" I asked. 

Olivia turned to me, lips pulling back in a snarl. I forced back my gag. She was by far the ugliest creature I'd ever seen, outdoing her husband by a hairy mole or two. One thick slash of an eyebrow over eyes too small for her face, with pupils the color of dead fish. She was stout when shrunken down, about six feet with arms like fleshy baseball bats, a head shaped like a square, and what hair she did have was dishwater gray. 

"Did I allow you to talk?" she asked frostily, nasty breath reaching across to smack me in the face. 

I sneezed and wiped my nose with the only part of my arm not covered in blood. "No, but I'm allowing you to live." 

"I will relish breaking that spirit of yours." 

I stood up and pushed the glass coffee table at her. It hit her knees and she winced. "I'd like to see you try, bitch." 

Gordon moved quickly—faster than I'd seen any giant move—and threw the glass table out of the pit and into one of the walls. It shattered on impact, and rained glass over us. I covered my head, catching a glimpse of the giant. His beefy arms were covered, straining the already stretched polo shirt he wore. He looked at me, ran his eyes down my body like I was exposed. 

It sickened me. 

"Vera," my father chided, dusting glass off his shoulders and his lap. "The only reason you are here is because Gordon wanted you to be. I can send you up to your room if you won't behave." 

I stiffened. "I'm not marrying him." 

"You don't have a choice." 

"I always have a choice." 

My father looked at me and saw through me. Sometimes I wondered if he even gave a shit about me, or if I was just like every other thing in his life: a possession kept on a shelf. "Sit. Down." 

"Make me." 

Gordon was in front of me before I blinked. His smile was filled with piss yellow teeth. "I'll make you. It'll be your first lesson as my wife." 

He raised his hand, and drew it back. He's going to hit me. I couldn't process it. 

"Gordon," my dad interrupted, "she is not your wife yet." 

The giant turned to my father, eyed him for a second, and then nodded. He lowered his hand. "True." He moved quickly again, faster than he should have been with the amount of weight on him. In a second, his arm was around my waist and I was pressed up against him. His mouth descended on mine, lips crushing and teeth creaking. I raised my knee to his groin, but he drew back before the blow landed. He smiled at me with bruised lips and flushed cheeks. "Not yet." 

I spat at his feet and wiped my mouth. "Go fuck yourself." 

"I'd rather have you do it." 

"Get within five feet of me again and something gets broken." 

He laughed before sitting next to his wife again. "I like that fire. It will warm my bed." 

A shiver wracked my form, and I tried to cover it up by flopping back down on the couch. I yelped as glass cut into my suit, and scrambled to brush the glass away only to cut myself repeatedly. I was flustered because I couldn't anticipate the giant's moves, and it scared the shit out of me. 

"Olivia," my father drawled, refocusing the conversation. "Do you have it?" 

She nodded and drew out a scroll from a bag beside her. She passed it to him. My father unrolled it and scanned the document quickly. His lips turned up at the corners as he read until a full-blown smile transformed his face. 

He turned to Gordon's wife. "A date?" 

She shrugged. "At your earliest convenience. As long as everything you said was true." 

My father shot me a glance and worry flashed through his eyes. "It is. My position should be proof enough." 

"So you say," Gordon murmured, sliding an arm over his wife's shoulder and running his fingers over her collarbone. She shivered, but I doubted it was pleasurable if the healing bruises said anything. 

I was lost, and I didn't like being lost. "What did my father promise you?" 

"That your cunt is the tightest in Ectar," Gordon sneered. 

I drew back and hissed. "Fucking asshole." 

His eyes narrowed. "When we are married I will beat you the first time I fuck you. Every word you say hereafter will be one more blow you feel." 

I whipped my head to my father. "You can't expect me to go through with this. Not after that." 

"Twelve," Gordon said mildly. 

My father eyed me coolly. "I expect you to do anything I tell you to do." 

I climbed over the couches and hopped out of the pit. "Why are you doing this?" I asked in Balinese,the language of incubi and succubi; a caress of words like sex for the ear. 

My father snapped his neck to look at me. "Why don't you trust me?" 

The question shocked me, and took the wind out of my growing anger. My father rose from his chair and met my gaze. "Have I ever placed you into a dangerous situation I didn't know you could handle?" 

What a way to phrase it. I was torn between feeling outraged that he put me in any dangerous situation, and smug that he saw my strength. "No." 

"Then sit down and act like you have some goddamned sense. If you shut up, you might learn something." 

Never let it be said that growing up with my father was easy, but boy was it an adventure. He'd tried the princess-in-a-tower routine when I was a kid, but as I grew out of it, so did he. I both liked and hated that my father could look at me and see a woman, because he also looked at me and saw a citizen; one who conformed to his ways and followed his orders. 

I'd inherited a few things from my father: his height, his jaw, his caramel skin tone, and most assuredly his attitude. I wasn't programed to follow his directions, just like he wasn't programmed to accept when they were rejected. But someone had to bend. And considering he had twenty plus years on me, it looked like I'd be the one mimicking bamboo. 

I moved back to my seat, but kept my lips shut. For one, I didn't want to give Gordon any more reason to look at me, and for two, it was really hard to hear what they were saying if I was talking. 

"Tonight, then," Olivia said, holding out her hand for the scroll. 

My father passed it to her and sat back down. "That seems fine." 

"And call a witch," Gordon interjected. "While I have your word, Redkin, a third party is always best." 

The men exchanged one of those penis-measuring glances. "Will Tanya suffice?" my father finally asked. 

"Is she the only witch in your employ?" 

"The only one I trust to certify this and keep her mouth shut." 

Gordon nodded and turned his gaze back to me. "I'll agree." 

The question to what? burned on my tongue but I swallowed it. I still had no clue what they were talking about. All I knew was that my dad had made a promise for some event or thing that would happen tonight, and when my dad made a promise he always kept it. 

I turned to him, eyes asking for the answer my brain wasn't fast enough to reach. The look he cast me was equal parts pride and ruthlessness. "Tonight you marry Gordon and become a Chieftain Giant's wife."



She Knows Ch. 03



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*

It had been more than a week since my night with Tom and Jess. I'd heard nothing from them, except for a brief call from Tom's secretary telling me that my case was on track and that Tom would be in contact when he had more information.

I'd settled into a routine: When I finished working for the day, I would go home, undress, and park my naked self in front of the computer. While I mostly watched Internet clips of men sucking and fucking, I found myself searching for decent clips of men eating cum-filled pussies. I preferred those in which the eater was licking cum that wasn't his, but they were hard to find.

Most nights, I'd give up and simply lean back in my chair and masturbate to the memories of my night with Tom and Jess.

One morning, I was standing at the front counter of the small shop from which I run my weekly newspaper reading proofs for that week's edition. Engrossed in ensuring the legal description in an ad was correct, I didn't look up when the bell over the front door rang as it opened.

"I'll be right with you," I said.

Then I heard my visitor close the door and lock it behind them.

I looked up to find Jess standing before me. While she was less dressed up then when I last saw her, she was every bit as pretty. If she was wearing makeup, I couldn't tell it. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was wearing a cute little sundress that was doing its best to cover her big firm breasts and still fall low enough on her thighs to be decent.

"I have something you can help me with," she said.

She lifted her dress up over hips to reveal a delicate pair of pink lace thong panties. Even from four or five feet away, I could tell they were wet and sticking to her crotch. I quickly hustled her away from the big windows of the storefront and toward a more private area in back.

As we walked, Jess told me that she'd awoken that morning to find Tom half-dressed and rubbing his hard cock along the crack of her ass. When she stirred, he lifted her hips from the bed, pushed her panties to the side and stroked her labia and clit with his erection. When she was wet, he fucked her quickly from behind until dumped his load in her pussy.

Late for court, he'd pulled out, finished dressing and headed out the door, leaving his wife hanging.

"I thought about just fingering myself until I came," she said. "But I thought you'd do a better job."

"I'm glad you thought of me," I said as I showed her into the small back room where I kept my billing computer on a small desk next to a couch where I occasionally napped after a long night working on the paper. "I hadn't heard anything from either of you since that night at your house. I was worried that y'all regretted it."

"We'd never, ever, done anything like that before," she said as she pulled the sundress over her head, revealing a matching pink demi-cup bra that barely covered the nipples of her breasts. "We stayed up all night talking after you left and we both agreed it was the hottest sex we'd ever had."

She turned to me and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it on the couch next to her dress.

"I want to sit on your face," she said. "I want you to clean up Tom's cum and get me off."

I dropped to my knees and leaned in to rub my nose in her sopping, panty-clad crotch before assuming my position on the carpeted floor.

She stood over me and turned so she was facing my feet.

"No one had ever licked my ass before the other night," she said. "I loved it."

She kneeled over the top of me and wiggled her ass into place over my mouth. Her panties were soaked from the combination of her juices and the load her husband had deposited a short time before. I reached with my tongue and ran it gently from the bottom of her pussy back to her rosebud. Some of Tom's cum had dribbled between her cheeks, leaving her bottom slick with the drying goo.

When my tongue reached her asshole, Jess let out a moan. As I worked my tongue from her asshole to her pussy, she shifted so that all I could reach was her backdoor.

"Clean my ass," she said. "Lick it."

Eager to please, I alternated long slow passes with the flat of my tongue with quick, light strokes with the tip. Jess seemed to approve, as the juices running from her pussy were flowing freely, including some larger lumps I assumed to be the cum her husband had pounded deep in her snatch.

I wondered how far she'd let me go. I pushed gently at her rosebud and the tip of my tongue entered her ass. Jess moaned her approval and I started "fucking" her butt with my tongue, pushing into her slightly.

After just a few minutes, she rose up off me.

"Get your dick out," she said. "I want you to stroke it while you make me come."

I quickly complied, pushing my pants down around my knees and freeing my stiff cock from my underwear. Jess stood over me, slid her panties down and rubbed them across my face as she kneeled over me.

She'd turned so that she was facing my head.

"I'm ready to get off," she said. "Lick my clit. Suck it."

She settled her pussy onto my face and started working on her clit. She put one hand atop my head and starting bucking her hips in much the same motion as I'd seen her use while riding her husband's dick. Her moans told me she was close and I wanted to push her over the edge. I reached up with my thumb and found her rosebud. As her orgasm started, I pushed slightly on her asshole and sucked harder on her clit.

"That's me, that's me, that's me," she moaned as she came all over my face.

She fell forward, pulling her throbbing pussy away from tongue. After a minute, she sat up and looked down at me, laying between her thighs.

"Why aren't you stroking yourself?" she asked.

In my haste to make her come, I'd forgotten.

"Do it, now," she said, craning her neck to watch over her shoulder.

I grabbed my dick and started pumping. It didn't take long. My balls tightened and I arched my back and shot my load across my chest. Some of it landed on Jess' bottom.

She stood up when I was finished and bent to pick up her still-soaked panties. I got to my knees and cleaned my cum from her ass cheek.

Instead of putting her panties on, she handed them to me.

"You can keep these to lick when you jerk off later," she said.

I blushed, but we both knew that's exactly what I would be doing.

"Thanks for the great orgasm," Jess said as I walked her to the front door. "I really needed it."

She asked me not to tell Tom of our morning activities.

"I haven't seen Tom since that night at your house," I said, "but I won't tell him."

"Don't worry," she said. "I know he's missing getting his dick sucked. I bet he calls you pretty soon."

And with that, she opened the door and walked out into the sunshine.

* * *

Jess proved to be more right that I think she anticipated. Just before noon, Tom called.

"Can you come over to my office?" he asked. "We, uh, need to discuss your case."



She Knows Ch. 03



"Pull it a little tighter, Catriona, I can still breathe," I wheezed sarcastically. I rested a hand on my breasts, heating the pendant stuck between my cleavage, as she tugged the corset strings taut. 

I hadn't really heard what happened after my father told me I'd be marrying Gordon. Only one thing had been on my mind: finding a way out. I trusted my father, but I knew how ruthless his ambitions were. If marrying me to a giant got him what he wanted, he'd do it and deal with the repercussions later. 

"It's not that bad," Catriona started as she stopped tugging on the laces. "Gordon is a chief." 

As if I gave a shit about his position. "I haven't even . . . had a bachelorette party," I panted, waddling around to face her. 

Catriona clapped her hands. "Which is why your father invited your friends over." She yelled over her shoulder, "Come on in girls." 

Daphne and Robin burst into the room with all the surprise of an erection on an eighty year-old man. "What up, girl!" Robin screeched, brushing past Catriona to wrap a black feather boa around my shoulders. "Had to get you something black for your big day." 

"It's something blue," I muttered, familiar with the American custom. 

She shook her jet-black braids and slapped a hand on her hip. "Honey, that's for weddings. This right here is a funeral." 

I shot her a grim smile. "Then it's perfect." 

Robin beamed as Daphne ushered Catriona out of the room. Daphne waved a manicured hand at her. "We got it from here, Cat. Go tell the president she'll be ready to go when he comes knocking." 

Catriona stood in the doorway a second, worry clouding her eyes. She looked past the succubi to me. "Your father loves and cares for you, Vera. Try to remember that before you do anything . . . rash." 

The door shut with a soft click as Catriona left. The minute she was out of sight, I waddled back around and pointed to the corest. "Please. Get this . . . off me. Can't breathe." 

"You sure?" Robin purred, full lips turned up in a smile. "Gives you a nice uniboob." 

I rolled my eyes and bit back a smile. I loved the bitch; she was the only one who could make me laugh when all I wanted to do was cry. When my brother died, Robin slung an arm around my shoulder and declared unceremoniously, "Everyone dies, Vera. Ya get going or ya get dead, girl." 

"Oh, Robin," Daphne laughed, striding to me on toothpick heels that toned her calves and bubbled her ass, "that's what wonder bras are for." 

Robin collapsed back into my vanity chair and stretched her long legs out so she could prop her heels on the edge of my bed. "Do they even make those anymore?" 

Daphne ignored her and started to undo the laces. Her nails raked against my back, manicured oval tips scratching itches I didn't know I had. "Your dad's got this place guarded, Vera. Robin almost blew one of the guards to get in." 

"Almost?" 

"Gargoyle dick tastes like licorice." She made a face. "I prefer seraphim's. They have a minty aftertaste." 

Daphne barked out a laugh as she tugged at the last laces and pulled the corest away, leaving me covered in a pale blue silk dress, the color of mermaid tears. "As if a seraphim would let a succubus touch them." 

Seraphims were uppity bastards, thinking they were better than everyone because a religion worshiped them. Succubi could have been worshiped too, but that wasn't where we got our energy. Seraphims thought they were better because their energy came from devotion—as if an apple was any different from an orange. At the end of the day, they were both fucking fruit. 

I drew in a deep breath, relishing the feeling. I might not have needed to eat like a human, but I still needed to breathe. "What's the plan?" 

"What plan?" Robin asked innocently, blinking wide, amethyst eyes. They contrasted sharply with her black braids and melded perfectly with her sun-kissed skin. She looked like a mix of Brazilian and Native American—hair from the Earth, skin from the sun. 

"The one where you get me the fuck out of here." 

"Oh, that plan." 

I rolled my eyes. "Uh-huh." 

"Witch's brew." She pulled a vial from her leather skinny jeans. "Second we heard you were getting married to Gordon, we had Tanya whip it up." 

I walked over to her and took the vial that was no bigger than my thumb and eyed it warily; witches were notorious tricksters. "What's it supposed to do?" 

"It'll take you across the veil to the human world," Daphne whispered, coming behind me. I turned to face her and caught a similar vial held between her fingers like a cigarette. "Thought it'd be best if we go together." 

I eyed the two succubi and smiled slowly. "Okay, but the veil's down. Can't cross it until sunset." 

Robin shook her braids like tresses and tossed them over her shoulder. "Works either way. Tanya said we just need a dark place." 

I shrugged. Far be it for me to question a witch's magic. I only hoped that Tanya's magic worked as well as the girls thought it did. "And what are we going to do after that?" 

Daphne jumped in again, fluttering her hand in the air as she spoke, "I told you my sixteenth brother's in the human world. Zander lives in New York and he's got money. He said he'll give us whatever we need." 

I was surprised, their plan was shaping up. It wasn't bulletproof; but with only hours to spare, I didn't care. I could deal with the humans until my father pulled his head out of his ass and called off this wedding. 

"Okay," I murmured. "Let's do it." 

Robin blew out the candles lighting the room while Daphne and I closed the blinds so not a ray of light filtered through. 

"We're all doing this together. Got it?" I stressed, popping the cap off my vial. The girls murmured their agreement. "You two ready? On the count of three." 

I took a deep breath, flashing through everything that could go wrong—there was a lot. But the alternative was life as the wife of a giant. Correction, second wife of a giant. 

I steeled my resolve. "One . . . two . . . three." 

I threw the potion back, closing my eyes as it hit my gut like a bullet train. I stumbled, fell left, kept falling, started spinning, and then smacked my head against brick. The process was quick, disjointing. I felt like I'd just swan-dived off Jasper mid-flight, and he caught me two seconds later with his cold, hard scales. 

I moaned, struggling up. My hand fell into something wet and squirmy. I flinched. "Argh!" 

I blinked hard, but the darkness was dense. "Daphne? Robin?" 

There was no answer, just the din of water dripping. And this is why you don't trust a witch's brew. 

I fumbled to my feet, swaying. "I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm super fine." 

From the smells wafting through the place, I was definitely in the human world, so at least the witch hadn't lied about that. I reached for the wall, stepping carefully and feeling my way. Cool brick, the smell of still water, mildew, and rats. I sniffed again, trying to detect human waste. Sewers had waste, this one didn't. 

I stopped, hearing faint sounds of metal scratching and people murmuring. That's when it hit me—I was in one of the subway tunnels. I kept walking, following the sounds. I looked human enough, except for the slight point to my ears and my turquoise eyes. The white hair I could always say came from a bottle. 

I stopped and tugged the strands out of the chignon Catriona styled. They fell across my face, damp and smelly. I sneezed as I rearranged my hair to cover my ears, a hard task to do in pitch blackness. 

Satisfied, I felt the wall again. I was nearing light. Drole conversations echoed in my ears, and the smell of human odor nearly knocked me on my ass. 

"But why do I have to go to Daddy's this weekend, Mommy?" a child asked, high pitched and hesitant. 

"Honey," the mother soothed. "Daddy wants to spend his time with you now, you wouldn't want to make him sad, would you?" 

Guilt tripping a child. Classic. My mother practiced the same moves on me with the slight change of "You wouldn't want to disappoint your father, would you?" It took me until I was nineteen to whisper softly, "Yes. Let him be disappointed like I always am." Now at twenty-six, I flat out didn't care. My father was my father; imperfections were his calling card, failed parties his love. 

Fluorescent light streamed in as I reached the end of the tunnel. I was a dozen or so feet from the platform, hidden in the shadows. A jarring beep and the flash of lights alerted me to an oncoming train. I squeezed back into the tunnel, plastering myself to the brick. Rats and mice scampered across my wet slippered feet, and I cringed. 

The train boarded, passed, and I turned my head around to glance at the nearly empty platform. I could make it there. What I would do afterwards was still to be decided. 

I stepped out, but a menacing growl stopped me. "Succubus." 

I whipped my head around, searching the alcoves lining the tunnel. Across from me, twenty feet away, was a mostly shadowed vampire. I watched his fingernails elongate and curl into claws, and fangs lengthen almost to his chin. He seemed to bulk up, fill out, and consume the small opening he stood in. 

An ancient. Shit, I thought the other hunters killed them all. I reached for my whip instinctively and found it gone. I bit my lip, cursing my stupidity. Wedding dresses didn't need weapons, and I hadn't even thought of carrying anything with me on the trip. 

I went through my options and found only one: run. 

I turned tail and started down. If I could reach the platform I could use the humans as shields. I was debating truly doing that when a clawed hand wrapped around my middle and tore at my dress. I opened my mouth to scream, but a hand covered it. I heard a sickening crack before a sharp pain shot out from my neck and a different darkness engulfed me.



She Knows Ch. 04



All comments and criticism welcome.



Jess, Tom and I quickly settled into a routine. When they needed oral attention, they would call or stop by. 

Jess knew of my times with her husband, but he knew nothing of her trips to my office or home to sit on my face or lay back on the couch while I licked her pussy and ass.

A few times, I got what I called my "daily double." Tom would fuck his wife before leaving for work, and she would bring her cum-filled pussy for me to clean and provide her the orgasm that he hadn't. Then later that day, Tom would call me to his office, ostensibly to talk my legal case against my ex-wife. In reality, I spent nearly all my time there between his legs, sucking the cock that still tasted of his wife, until he came deep in my throat.

One slow Saturday afternoon, I'd finished all the work I was going to do that day on the weekly paper. I'd been horny all day, so I locked the front door, settled back in my chair in the back office and started slowing stroking myself to Internet porn. 

With no place to go and nothing to do, I could spend hours slowing jerking my cock while watching the action on my computer screen. I'd stroke myself as close to the point of no return as possible before stopping. After a few hours of this, the orgasm I had always proved to be spectacular.

I'd searched until I'd found a favorite clip of two men fucking on a popular x-rated site. I watched as one man knelt between the other's open legs and stroked lube onto his erection. After a quick swipe of a slick finger along his partner's ass crack, he slid forward and rested his hard cock against on the other man's rosebud.

When the top man pushed his cock into his lover's ass, the bottom man moaned and pulled his knees open, allowing the dick to slide further inside. The top gripped the inside of his partner's thighs and found a rhythm that had both of them grunting and moaning with pleasure. 

I squeezed the shaft of my stiff dick and waited for the best part of the clip. After a few minutes of leisurely fucking, the bottom man unhooked his hand from where it was helping to hold his legs open for his lover and reached for own dick. But the top man pushed his hand away. 

The top gripped the bottom's dick, pulling back until it was parallel to the bottom's body. He started stroking the bottom's cock at the same pace in which he was fucking his ass. As the pace quickened, the bottom's moans became more intense until he his back arched and cum poured from his cock and landed all over the pair.

The bottom's orgasm triggered the top's, and he pushed deep into his partner's ass.

Just then, I heard the front door to my main office push open. I could have sworn I'd locked it.

"Just a minute," I yelled out. "I'll be right there."

I quickly turned the computer's sound down, as I worked to shove my dick back in my pants. I was still zipping up as I came around the desk, headed for the front room. My visitor had not waited at the front counter and I wanted to stop them before they reached my back office.

I failed.

Jess reached the doorway as I was adjusting my shirt.

"What have we here?" she asked with a wide grin on her face. "Did I interrupt some alone-time?"

When I allowed that she had, in fact, caught me pleasuring myself, she stepped past me and around the desk. She plopped into my chair, grabbed my mouse and restarted the video I had been watching. I stood silently near the desk, unsure what to say or do.

After a few minutes, she looked up.

"Do you like to have your butt fucked?" she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. I'd never had anything in my ass, I explained. The closest thing I'd ever had to an anal sex experience was rubbing my asshole while I masturbated.

"That's too bad," she said, her hand idly rubbing along the crotch of the nylon running shorts she was wearing. "I bet I'd like to watch you take it in the ass."

But other matters were at hand. She pushed her shorts and panties off and threw one leg up on the side of my desk. I dropped to my knees and settled in front of the chair.

"Tom's out playing golf," she said as she scooted her hips to the edge of the seat. "I've got about 30 minutes before he should be home."

I gently touched my the tip of my tongue to her rosebud and licked toward her clit. Her sigh of contentment told me all I needed to know.

I worked her pussy thouroughly, tonguing her hole, sucking her clit and stroking her with my mouth.

Jess pushed my head toward her bottom. 

"Eat my ass," she said with a moan.

The juices from her pussy were running and I could taste them as trailed my tongue from her pussy to her ass crack.

As I alternated between flicking my tongue across her asshole and pushing gently at it as if to penetrate her, I reached around with my hand and rubbed her clit with my thumb.

That pushed her over the edge. I glanced up to watch as Jess, still wearing her T-shirt, threw back her head and began to roll her hips as her orgasm overtook her.

I held on as the movement subsided and until she released my head from her grip. Instead of backing away, I took one last swipe with my tongue up her slit and across her clit, causing her to shudder.

She glanced at my desk clock and jumped up, nearly knocking me over.

"He's going to be home any minute," she said. "I've got to go. I'll see you soon."

After those few minutes between Jess' legs, I didn't need the Internet anymore. Still on my knees behind my desk, I pulled my cock from my pants and jerked it while savoring the lingering taste of her sex. It didn't take long before I was shooting my load all over the floor.

* * * * *

The next week flew by. Tom called twice and asked me to come by to talk about my case. 

On Monday, he was standing up as I came through his office door. By the time I had it closed and locked, he'd dropped his pants to reveal his raging hard-on. I dropped to my knees in front of him and Tom fucked my mouth until he came.

He quickly put his cock away and thanked me for coming by. It was clear I was being dismissed, not that I really minded. Five minutes and a load in my belly is a perfect Monday pick-me-up.

But on Friday, Tom called late in the afternoon. When I walked through the front door, I noticed his secretary was gone. 

"Come on back," he said. "We're all alone."

Tom was naked and sprawled on his office couch. I kneeled between his knees and leaned in to lick the pre-come that was beaded on his mostly stiff cock. Tom moaned his approval and shifted so I had complete access to his package.

For the better part of an hour, I licked, sucked, stroked and worshipped his cock. Feeling his shaft between my lips and tasting the slightly salty pre-come that leaked from his dick left me in a blissful state where nothing mattered but the pleasure I was giving the hard cock in my mouth.

At one point, I glanced up from my cocksucking and caught Tom watching me work. When our eyes met, he didn't look away. Knowing that he'd gotten past any squeamishness about letting another man blow him made me want to work even harder to please him.

I wrapped my fist around his shaft and stroked him while sucking the tip of his cock. His moaning intensified and he soon grabbed the back of my head and pushed my mouth further on his shaft.

"Fuck, yes. I'm coming," he groaned, before letting a torrent of semen into my mouth. 

I held tight to his cock until it began to shrink away. Tom and I chatted for awhile after I'd finished, and he assured me that my legal case was on track and appeared winnable. I left his office feeling great, between the cocksucking and the good legal news.

It had also been a busy week at work, so I cut out early on Saturday and planned to do nothing but relax on Sunday. I was laying on the couch at home Sunday afternoon when my cell phone started chirping.

"Tom's gone golfing," Jess said after I answered. "Can I come over?"

When I answered the door, Jess was standing on my porch in that cute yellow sundress that accented both her curves and her tan. She was holding a white box with big red ribbon on top.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Just open it, you'll see," she said handing me the box.

I followed Jess into my living room while untying the ribbon from the box. Inside I found an oddly shaped dildo and a bottle of lube. She broke into a huge grin after seeing the look on my face.

"I'm going to do your ass," she said. "After what I saw in your office the other day, I went home and ordered this."

Jess had given me a FeelDoe. It's designed essentially as a strapless strap-on. The toy is a long cock-like shaft that has a smaller, bulb-shaped protrusion that sticks up at about a 90-degree angle at one end.

"The small end goes in me," she said as I held the thing up for inspection. "And you know where the big end goes."

Jess lifted her dress over her head, revealing the pink bra and panty set she'd been wearing the first time she'd visited me at my office. I dropped in front of her and put my face in her crotch. I ran my tongue along the lacy fabric of her panties, savoring the dampness of her underwear on my tongue and smelling the aroma of her arousal. 

After a few minutes of rubbing my face in her panties, Jess stepped away. 

"Get undressed," she said. "I'm ready."

I scrambled to get naked. Jess removed her panties and inserted the sex toy into her pussy. She jiggled around a bit, but the the silicone cock stayed in place.

She twisted her hips and looked at the big blue dick protruding from her body. She was clearly admiring her new appendage.

I'd taken a seat on the couch. She stepped to me and I leaned over and gave her dick a lick. 

"So that's what it's like to watch you give head," she said.

Jess reached for the lube, squirted a dollop in her hand and started working it on the shaft of the toy. While she was lubing her cock to fuck me, I laid back on the couch and pulled my feet back over my head.

Jess ran her lubed hand along my ass, climbed between my knees and let her silicone cock rest between my cheeks. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, freeing her ample breasts. It occurred to me that this was the first time we'd ever been complete naked in front of each other.

Jess reached between her legs and switched on the bullet vibrator inside the toy. I'm not sure who moaned louder, her or I. She started rubbing the greased pole between my cheeks, running it from my balls back past my asshole. I strained to keep my head up so I could watch the blue cockhead appear from behind my balls as she stroked.

With one hand gripping her rod, Jess zeroed in on my hole, with shorter, purposeful strokes around my hole. On the upstroke, her cock would catch slightly in my ass, giving me the sensation of penetration along with pressure on my prostate. It was heavenly.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Please, give it to me," I replied.

Jess lifted her hips and began pushing harder against my asshole. I tried to relax as much as possible to make taking the dick easier. With a slight push, Jess popped the head of her silicone dick past my sphincter. I let out something between a yelp and a moan.

The sensation was fantastic. It might seem that having Jess' fake dick inside me would be the same as when I'd used a vibrator on myself, but it wasn't. 

"Are you OK," she asked.

"Oh, God, yes," I said. "Just let me adjust to having you inside."

Jess held still for a moment, but her urge to thrust quickly took over. Soon she was making long-full strokes, pulling her silicon dick out of my ass, until only the head remained inside and then sliding the full length of the vibrating shaft into my rectum.

The vibrating was clearly having an effect on her, too. Jess was biting her bottom lip and her eyes were glued on watching her appendage disappear in my butt.

She pushed my knees farther apart and her strokes intensified.

"Jerk your dick for me," she said. 

My cock, which had laid semi-hard on my belly while Jess fucked my ass, sprang to life when I touched it. Watching her fuck my ass, her breasts swaying with each stroke was going to push me over the edge.

"Give me your hard dick," I moaned. "Please. Give it to me."

I stroked myself faster, as Jess pumped the silicone cock in my ass. When I came, my ass clenched on her rod, intensifying my orgasm. Jess buried the dick in me and held tight as I shot long, rope-like strands of cum across my chest and face.

My orgasm triggered hers and she bore down on the vibrator's clit stimulator and came.

After a minute, when I could relax and let her slide from my bottom, Jess collapsed back on the couch. She switched off the vibrator, but left it laying against her leg and still in her pussy as she worked to catch her breath.

"That was amazing," she said. "I never would have guessed how great it is to fuck someone."

When she could stand, she pulled the FeelDoe from her snatch and put it in the box. As she dressed, she mentioned that Tom had been bugging her to set up another visit to their home from me.

"He thinks there is going to be a repeat performance of last time," she said. "He has no idea."



She Knows Ch. 04



Succubi have an interesting way of waking—coming while coming awake. 

"Mmm," I moaned, lips parted on a gasp as my clit throbbed and my inner muscles clenched. What I wouldn't do for Brodie's dick right now. 

"Disgusting," a nearby voice sneered. 

I blinked open my eyes and immediately noticed I was naked and bound, spread eagle on a bed. Candlelight flickered from the bedside tables on both sides of me, but didn't illuminate enough of the dark corners where I knew the vampire was hiding. 

That's right, I slowly realized, a vampire kidnaped me after I ran away from my wedding to Gordon. Out of the frying pan and into the fire indeed. 

"What do you want?" I asked, testing the ropes that held me. They were strong. 

"I was going to ask you the same question." He was male, with a deep voice that commanded respect. I cursed my luck that the vampire was an ancient. "Demons have never hunted in the daylight. Why now?" 

I shrugged as much as the bonds allowed. "What can I say, half-breed? Times change." 

He moved faster than my eyes, and struck me across the cheek. My vision danced for a second before the mark healed. I turned my cheek, rage filling me as I tried to pinpoint the vamp's location. "Don't like being called that, do ya?" 

"It's not what I am." 

I tossed my head. "Don't. Giva. Fuck. Let me go and I won't kill you." 

The vampire laughed softly, unfolding from a chair tucked into the corner. He stepped to the foot of the bed and leaned against one of its wooden posts. Now that I could see him, the vamp was attractive in a sort of urban savage way. He reminded me of an incubus with all the tattoos he had, but the fangs were a dead giveaway. It was a well-known fact vampires were beasts; this one was covering it up because he had years of practice, but underneath it was still a half-breed that only wanted to serve its master and kill. 

"Just like all the rest," the vamp said softly, shaking his thick red curls. "Think I'm a monster? That all I want to do is suck your blood and lick your feet?" He laughed harshly, the sound echoing through the room. "Don't kid yourself, girl. You are so beneath me, if I couldn't smell Redkin on you you'd already be dead." 

No! I squirmed on the bed, blood beginning to heat. As much as I hated to admit it, the vampire was hot. The kind of man you let do anything and everything with your body because you knew it would bring so much pleasure. Looking at the vamp made Brodie seem like child's play, a boy trying to satisfy what only a man could quench. 

I pulled at the restraints, desperate to close my thigh and rub them together. "I don't know what you're talking about," I panted, pissed beyond belief that my time of the month hadn't ended. 

I was lucky to be only half succubus. I didn't crave sex as much as the others, only once a month. But when that time hit—watch out! Brodie usually satisfied me, but I didn't have him here. 

The vamp moved around the post and softly trailed a finger up my naked leg. I shivered all over and dampened. "You lust for me, succubus. How does it feel desiring someone you consider beneath you?" 

I struggled for nonchalance as another wave of pure heat hit me. "Wouldn't know." 

His finger reached the side of my breast and continued up to my wrist. He leaned down and licked the shell of my ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth. "Liar." 

This is not happening, I mentally wailed as my lips parted and my throat issued little mewling sounds. In no time at all, I was going to be lust in skin, just one huge mass needing to screw the energy out of the nearest thing. I hated being defenseless and weak in front of the enemy. Especially because the enemy was so blisteringly hot I was pretty sure if he released me I wouldn't think about escaping, just ride him until the sun came up, went down, and then repeated for a week or so. 

"I could give you what you want," he purred, iron behind the words. 

"What I want," I forced out, "is to drive a stake through your heart. Got one handy?" 

He stepped back and raked me with a heated glance. "Truce, little demon. I give you what you want and you give me information." 

"Go fuck yourself!" 

He turned on his heel and moved away from the bed. Against every fiber of my being, I yelled at his retreating back, "Wait!" 

He stopped, back muscles flexing. Concealed strength, so much strength. I writhed against the sheets, juices coating my thighs and the silk. 

"I can smell you," he rumbled just like an incubus, darkly sensual and promising things he had no problem delivering. "I can ease your ache if you tell me why you were hunting in daylight." 

My vision was starting to go, and my limbs were seconds behind it. I tried to remember what we were talking about. Was it his dick inside me? No, no. Um . . . hunting in the daylight. That's it. But I wasn't hunting, I was running away from . . . something. I could tell him that. It harmed no one, and helped me. 

"Yes," I hissed, tugging at my restraints until the wood creaked. "Tell you. Everything." 

The vamp was back at my side in a flash. His gaze held me, a pale green that looked nearly white. "I am not a creature, not just a vampire or a convenient cock. I have a name. Asher. Say it." 

I would have screamed it for him. "Asher." 

His fingers were fire against my cheek, leaving me scorched. "And what is the name of the succubus I will be fucking into oblivion?" 

I wish. "Vera. Now, please. Please."



She Knows Ch. 05



After a torturous week of waiting, I pulled up in front of Jess and Tom's house at 6 on Friday, just as Jess had instructed.

As I got out of my car and walked toward the front door, a small black convertable careened around the corner and into their driveway. Jess' dress matched her car, short and sexy and she was wearing black stockings and heels that made her legs look amazing.

"I'm sorry I'm late," she said."My school board fundraiser meeting ran long. You know how long winded Henry Jones can be."

As we walked to their front door, Jess leaned in close.

"Tom is so excited. He couldn't concentrate at work today and knocked off early."

I shared his pain. I'd gotten nothing done at work all day, either.

We found Tom in the den, watching sports on TV and sipping a drink. Jess kissed her husband hello.

"I'm going to change into something more comfortable," she said as she turned and walked toward the back of the house."You boys can start without me, but don't have too much fun."

Tom gave me a grin.

"I was hoping she'd say that," he said.

He stood and removed his pants and underwear. His semi-erect cock dangled between his legs. Tom resumed his spot on the couch and I knelt between his knees, leaning in to take his dick head between my lips. 

His cock stiffened between my lips and when he was fully hard, I opened my mouth and took him into my throat, closing my lips around the base of his dick.

Tom groaned with approval.

I held him deep in my mouth for a bit. I could feel the blood pulsing through his shaft. I wanted to work his load from his balls, but I knew that Jess would join us soon and that there was plenty of time to swallow his cum.

"Jess has made me wait all week," he said."l've been dying to get my cock in your mouth."

I worked his Dick slowly, enjoying myself. I let his shaft slip from my mouth and pinned it against his groin with my toungue. Tom groaned his approval as I slowly licked from his balls to the tip of his dick.

I was enjoying myself so much, I didn't hear Jess come back into the room. I don't know how long she'd been standing there before Tom noticed her. When he did, he sat straight up, pulling his cock out of my reach.

"What the hell is that?" he asked.

I turned to look. I had never seen Jess look better. She was still wearing the heels from earlier and I could see now that her stockings were lace top thigh highs. She'd traded her dress for a sheer black lace babydoll that showcase her magnificent breasts.

But what captured my eye and Tom's attention jutted out from between her legs and poked out under her negligie: the big blue silicone dick that she'd used on me the previous weekend.

"Do you like it," she said with a mischievous grin, swaying her hips slightly so that the Feeldoe waved back and forth between her thighs.

"Just what do you intend to do with that?" Tom asked.

"I'm going to fuck his ass," she said, giving me a look that wet me to scrambling out of my clothes.

When I was naked, I resumed my position between Tom's legs, but with my butt in the air. I noted that his cock was still as hard as it had been as I sucked it.

As I took her husband's erection into my mouth, I heard Jess crack open a bottle of lube and I felt the cool liquid drizzle into my ass crack. Another squirt must have gone on her shaft as I could hear her stroking her silicone cock.

She knelt between my upturned bottom and rubbed her cock head against my asshole. A small moan escaped my throat, which was filled with Tom's stiff dick. The vibration of my throat caused him to moan, too.

Satisfied that I was ready, Jess pushed harder against my bottom and my sphincter gave way, allowing her cock head into my ass.

After pushing all the way in - I could feel the front of her thighs against the backs of mine - Jess was still, allowing me to feel the fullness of her dick in my bottom before she switched on the vibrator, causing me to moan some more.

We soon fell into an easy rhythm. I sucked her husband at the pace she fucked my ass. When she used long, slow strokes, so did I. When she quickened her pounding, I worked his cock faster with my mouth.

The increased pace was more than Tom could take.

"I'm cumming," he said with a groan as he cupped the back of my head and pulling me deeper onto his cock. Behind me, Jess pushed her vibrating shaft all the way into my ass as her fingernails dug into my hips.

Between their moans and Tom's warm seed filling my throat, I knew they were both getting off on me.

Before long, Tom released my head and I let his softening pricked slip from my mouth as Jess pulled out of my bottom and switched off the vibrator.

Jess made a round of drinks at the den's bar and handed them out. I held mine, but didn't take a sip, preferring to savor the taste of Tom's cock and cum.

Tom's curiosity couldn't be contained.

"Something tells me that wasn't the first time you two had done that," he said.

Jess admitted that it wasn't and began to tell her husband the story of our trysts, starting with the revelation that she knew he had continued to call me to his office to suck him off.

Tom made no comment, but motioned for his wife to continue.

Jess told him about the first time she visited my office after his early morning sex had left her needing to come. She told him of stopping by the office, needing to get off, and catching me masturbating to gay sex clips on the internet. Since I admitted to having never been fucked, she decided to buy the feel doe and do me herself.

"I've decided that if you can use his mouth for your pleasure, so can I," Jess told Tom."Is that going to be a problem?"

Tom shook his head no.

"Good. Now, speaking of his mouth, I'm ready for some more."

I slipped onto the rug next to the couch and Jess squatted above my mouth, facing my feet. I stuck out my tongue and gently traced along the folds of her pussy as she shifted forward and gave me access to her backside.

I licked gently at her rosebud as she shuddered with pleasure. After a few minutes of eating her ass, Jess was ready for more attention up front.

She shifted again, pushing her soaked pussy into my face. As I licked and sucked her, I noticed a thicker consistency to the juices flowing from her snatch. Tom had said they'd not had sex all week, or I would have assumed he'd recently come inside her.

I didn't have much time to ponder it, as Jess's voice snapped me out of my reverie.

"Are you ready to go?" She asked her husband."I want to see you fuck his ass."

Between her thighs, I licked her faster.

"I can't do that," Tom said."I'm not into guys."

"But you can let him suck your dick?" She asked. "Bullshit. I can't remember the number of times you've begged me for anal sex. Well, here's your chance. You have a willing hole just waiting for your cock."

If Tom had reservations, his dick did not. When Jess pulled her pussy from my face while reaching for the lube she'd used earlier, I could see his erection.

Jess settled over me and tapped on my thighs. I reached beneath my knees and pulled them toward my belly, opening my ass for her. I felt a squirt of lube in my crack and then heard her stroking some on her husband, too.

Tom took his spot between my knees and let his dick lay between my cheeks. He rubbed his cock over my asshole, causing my semi-erect dick to jump.

"He's ready,"Jess said."Fuck his ass."

She lifted off me so I could watch. Tom grabbed his dick and began pushing at my opening. When he pushed forward, popping the head of his cock into my ass, all three of us moaned in delight.

Tom pushed the length of his dick into my ass and Jess decided my show was over. She plopped her dripping pussy back into my face.

The sensation of having a real man in my backside was amazing, and knowing his wife was watching him fuck me as I ate her pussy was almost more than I could take.

"How is it?" Jess asked her husband.

"It's tight and hot," he said through his strenuous breathing."It's way different than being inside of you."

"I think he likes it, too," Jess replied.

Clearly I did. Though it hadn't been touched by anyone, I was almost completely hard and leaking pre-come onto my belly. I unlocked my hand from where it had been holding my legs open for Tom and reached for it.

Jess slapped my hand away and I put it back under my knee.

I felt a hand grip my shaft. By the motion of the stroking, I'm sure it was Jess. I was startled, in all of my encounters with both of them, this was the first time either had ever touched my cock.

Jess pushed her pussy into my face and began moving in a small circle. I knew she wasn't far from coming, and with her husband's working in and out of my ass, I was close, too.

I groaned into her pussy as my orgasm overtook me. My ass clenched on Tom's cock as I came, intensifying the sensation as I shot rope after rope of warm cum onto my chest.

My anal ministrations were too much for Tom. He roared his approval and pushed all in, pumping his load into my ass. Jess, too, was pushed over the edge and came on my face.

As we lay there, our sweaty bodies tangled together, the aftertaste of both of them in my mouth, I smiled. My life was looking up.



She Knows Ch. 05



Asher smiled triumphantly, but didn't immediately jump my bones like I wanted. Instead, he straightened his arms and undid the cufflinks at his wrists. The movement drew me to the clothes draped over his body: black button down, black slacks, shiny black dress shoes. 

"Too long," I moaned, tossing my head back and forth. 

The man never quickened his pace as his nimble fingers went to the buttons down his front. "I will have you when I am ready." 

I mentally groaned. One of those guys. If he started bossing me around like some S&M Dom—well, I was going to let him and then get upset. 

I was as patient as a girl could be as he shrugged out of his shirt, and tugged the black tank top he wore underneath over his head. Tattoos curved around his torso, individual yet linked. They looked tribal, intricate. There was no color, just complicated symbols that called back to the Celtic knots and even further back to fealty and oaths on skin. 

He was lean, muscled, but defined. It looked like a giant arrow was pointing to his dick, and I couldn't help my gaze going there. He undid the buckle, popped the button on his pants, and slid down the zipper. The slacks fell in a soft whomp to the floor, leaving him completely naked. The man hadn't bothered with underwear and I thanked my lucky stars for that. 

His cock was thick, blush pink with veins of purple and blue. It bounced for a second before flattening against his stomach, tip leaking clear fluid. He was just as ready as I was—strung up balls didn't lie. 

I moved restlessly against the sheets. "Now." 

His voice was harsh, "I'm not ready yet." 

"Well I am," I snapped angrily, meeting his heated gaze with my own. 

We fought for a second, disregarding my bound state and his free one. I could say things to him that would have him inside me in a second; he could do things that would make me betray my father. The latter frightened me out of the stare. 

Asher smiled as he looked down at me again. "What have you done?" he asked. 

"Everything." 

A faint smile touched his lips. "Liar." 

He moved to the foot of the bed, unbinding one foot and then the other. He padded silently around the room, freeing me without a word. I rubbed my wrists absently as I knelt on the bed, waiting to see what he would do next. 

"I don't need you bound to have you listen to me. Takes the fun out of things if you don't do it freely." 

I stiffened, still horny as hell, but with a shred of dignity that wouldn't let go. "I'm not a submissive or a masochist." 

"Never said you were," he replied evenly, "but I'm bigger than you've ever had. I don't want to hurt you on the first go." 

"I'm a succubus." 

"Still a woman," he added in that same infuriatingly even tone. "Come to the edge of the bed, dangle your legs over, but keep your ass on the mattress." 

I did as he instructed and crossed my arms with a "Hrump." 

He chuckled darkly before dropping to his knees and stroking the backs of my thighs with calloused hands. "Why were you hunting in daylight?" 

I moved my arms and leaned up on my elbows. "Now? You wanna do this now?" 

His hands stroked down to my ankles before moving up to the backs of my thighs and gently lifting me. I felt the warm heat of his shoulders beneath the backs of my knees, the soft push of breath from between his lips in the apex of my thighs, and I flopped back down. 

"No time like the present." He swiped his tongue on my inner thigh. "Be honest and I'll give you a reward." 

"Fuck your rew—Ahh!" 

Asher sucked my clit quickly, painfully, running his teeth gently over the nub before pulling back. "Lie or be rude and I'll punish you." 

The truth? I tried to remember what that was. His lips and tongue were doing wonderful things, making it damned hard to think. The truth was that I ran away from an arranged marriage. The truth was I was a succubus who might as well be virgin for every sexual thing I'd done. The truth was I wanted a vampire to fuck me until I couldn't think without his cock inside me. 

Stupid time of the month! 

"The truth," I gasped, moving my hips in a figure eight, "is that I wasn't hunting vampires in the daylight." 

I felt satisfied with that answer, it told him nothing but was the absolute truth. His thumb brushed my clit as two very thick fingers entered me. I arched at the contact, turning my head and biting the sheets when he curved those digits and stroked my g-spot. 

"What were you doing?" 

"W-What?" I moaned, thighs spasming around his head. I was so close to orgasming, I could smell it, hear the suckling sounds of his fingers drawing back and thrusting into me. 

His voice was calm, unaffected, "What were you doing in the train station?" 

I groaned low, slamming my hips into his face. Not now, please not now. I had a feeling he was going to draw back and leave me dangling on the edge, a needy mess of hungry nerve endings crying out for release. 

"R-Running away." 

"From?" 

So close, so close. "My father w-wants me to marry a g-giant chieftain," I panted, eyes squeezed shut. "I d-don't want to. I ran away." 

"Good girl," he purred, pulling his fingers all the way out of me with an audible pop. I waited, calves locked tight, thighs quivering, for his next move. It came quick. He thrust three fingers into the knuckles at the same moment he leaned in and flicked my clit rapidly with his tongue. I arched off the bed, head thrown back, nails digging into my palms through the sheets. He laid his tongue flat against my clit, molding his lips around the nub. 

I cried out, screamed at the dark ceiling as Asher sucked, pulled, and thrust. More. I wanted so much more. I could feel the wings at my back expanding, contracting, pushing against my skin to be set free. I used the sheets to leverage myself away from Asher. I wanted more of something that I shouldn't have, this was what my mother and father warned me about. If I didn't check my power, I would drain the vamp and suck him dry of his energy. 

"Stay," Asher growled, the vibrations hitting my clit with the power of a ten speed vibrater. 

I slammed my head against the sheets, fighting my nature. "No. No. No . . . ." 

And that's when he bit me, sunk his fangs into the hypersensitive flesh of my clit. My eyes expanded, took in every molecule in the room; then they contracted, flashed from one thing to the next in a blur until everything was one dark mass. My wings exploded from my back, edged talons digging into the posts on either side of the bed. My thighs clamped like iron around his head, and I loathed the fact that my demon half was going to squash the best lay I ever had. 

Asher laughed, the sound rich and heady. He snapped my legs wide, fingers bruising the inner flesh of my thighs. He smiled down at me, eyes an affair of black and crimson, twin fangs longer than my middle fingers. He met me, beast for beast. "Succubus." 

I shoved his hands off my thighs, and locked my ankles at the small of his back, dragging his erection to me. "Vampire," I returned in Balinese. 

He fed himself into me, thumb stroking my clit, readying me for another orgasm. I growled as he took up every inch, expanding me to the limit. This was what I waited for, something no puny human male or cocksure incubus could deliver. A vampire made me cum. A vampire ate me out. A vampire was working inside of me like I might break, like I wasn't heated elastic convulsing around his cock. 

There was a moment to pause, gather in breath, decide how much I could really take. He was in me to the hilt, balls tapping my ass. He looked down at me and I looked up at him. For a crazy second I wanted to kiss him, run my tongue over his fangs and fight his tongue for room in his mouth. He was mine, everything he was belonged to me. 

No, my mind rebelled. You are a demon, first class succubus. Vampires are beneath you. Yet I found this one above me. Funny how that worked. 

"Beg." A command, clawed from his throat and spat at me. My wings moved, drew my body back, and forced me down onto his cock. He groaned. 

"You. First." 

His hand shot to my hair, claws digging into my scalp. He tilted me, leaned down and ran his nose from my ear to the vein throbbing at my neck. "You smell delicious." 

I dug my taloned wings from the bed posts, ready to rake them down his back, when something pierced the leather appendages, holding them hostage against the bed. I moved my eyes to the side and gasped. Two imposing arches of iridescent, reflective gray extended from Asher's back and swooped down to taloned points. 

I'd fought vampires for the better part of seven years and never, never had I seen one with wings. It was unheard of. Only the echelon of demon society had wings, and they were hard to master. They were difficult to summon from the patterned birthmark on my back, and almost impossible to control. The best I could do was embed the talons into something and use them as mock crutches. 

"Surprised?" he rumbled against my throat. 

"You're not a vampire." An ancient wouldn't have wings, no matter how powerful. "What are you?" 

He drew back and released my hair. I felt him swell inside of me, a reminder that we were still having sex. "I am a vampire. Those things you hunt are pale imitations of me. The Windigos did not create them, vampires bred with Banshees to create Windigos. And it was those Windigos that interbred and birthed who you now kill and label 'vampires'." He drew out until only the thick mushroom tip of him was inside, and then slammed home, breaking a wooden slat under the bed. "Never confuse me with them." 

I was pinned by his hands and his wings, but I didn't feel trapped. Incubi and succubi were born bull-headed and strong. We were the ones that held others captive, almost exclusively in the sexual sense. To be on the receiving end felt rebellious. It was something I wasn't supposed to do, yet here I was, relinquishing control and feeding into some primal part of me that wanted a vampire in charge. 

I screamed, lost in the drive of his hips and the pressure of his fangs as he leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, bit deep, and I came apart. I felt him in my blood, moving like lightning through my system. When he hit my brain, I shook, rattled. 

Feel me, he whispered in the closed confines of my mind. Inside you. Here. He tilted my hips up and thrust down to drive the point home. 

I panicked, overwhelmed. I didn't know what I'd gotten myself into. Why had I thought I could kill him, challenge this creature? He was light years away from my experience, on a plane I'd never reach. 

Then steal it, my inner voice whispered. I doubted it was that easy, but my mind was clouded. He bit me and gained access to my mind, could I do the same to him? 

I felt the exact moment he realized what I planned to do and hastily pulled back. I clamped tighter, used my strength to launch myself at him, lock my arms and bite down on his shoulder. He roared, and slammed us back against the wall on the other side of the room. He rolled and pinned me against a solid wood door. 

He wrenched my head back from his shoulder and locked his finger around my neck. "Fool," Asher growled. "Do you know what you've done?" 

I glared up at him, turned my head, and spat out his blood. I wanted to swallow it—it tasted so good—but I had enough of him inside me thank you very much. "The same thing you did. Doesn't feel so good does it?" 

His smile was sinister and left me with a cold feeling of dread. "You think it's the same? No, sweetling, it's not. What you just did—during this—" He chuckled, and flexed inside of me. The man had yet to come, and when he did I wondered if I would lose a chunk of my soul. "You belong to me now, Vera." 

I fought against the words that felt too real, rang with a truth I wasn't ready for. It didn't help that I could still taste him in my mouth, tingling over my taste buds. "I am my own person, vampire." 

He pulled out, spun me around quick and bent me over. I braced my hands against the wall, moaning when his tongue trailed wet heat from the curve of my ass to the shell of my ear. "Try and hold onto that thought." 

Asher pushed into my ass and I gasped; I'd never done anal. The pain wasn't as intense as I was expecting, and hurt as much as my first time with Brodie. I jumped and pulled Asher deeper when his fingers teased my clit and entered me. 

I dropped my head, and reached back to feel his thighs. He thrust; they flexed; I moaned. My legs shook as the vampire took everything from me and I let him. My third—or was it fourth—orgasm clawed at me. Asher thrust faster, three fingers inside my pussy and a dick in my ass. I opened my mouth to scream, found it scratchy, dry and useless, as he came. 

My legs gave out, the carpet rushed to greet my knees, but he caught me and pulled me against him. I felt him, still thick and hard, slide out of me and his seed trail down my thighs. Asher walked backwards until the backs of his legs hit the wooden frame of the bed, then he sat. 

Boneless and replete on his lap, I couldn't even move. I heard him digging around for something in one of the bedside tables, but closed my eyes. Who cared? I was so far past the point, it wasn't even showing up in my rearview mirror. 

Liquid poured, and something cool and wet pressed between my legs. I flinched, over sensitized. 

"Shh," he soothed, completely at odds with the bad ass vampire who'd taken me a second ago. "It's a wet cloth. It'll help." 

For a few minutes we sat, me on his lap and him on the bed. I couldn't think up one snarky comment as he cleaned me and then himself. I was filled, his energy thrumming through me like a live wire. But I was also tired, drained from running from my father, getting captured by Asher, and having explosive sex with the vampire. 

Asher moved us and I felt silk sheets slide against my cooling body. The bed dipped, a reminder of the broken slat beneath. I was still shaking, could still feel him inside me as he settled and dragged my back to his chest. It was more comfort than I wanted, and I couldn't help but wonder at the intimacy. Brodie usually tugged his clothes back on, gave me a chaste kiss, and went off. Our sole mission as incubi and succubi was to fuck. There didn't have to be love, or previous affection, and there sure as hell were no tender embraces afterwards. If a succubus still wanted a guy or gal after coming, that was romantic. 

"Why are you doing this?" I rasped out, coughing and rubbing my throat with my fingers. He passed me a bottle of water and I sat up to drink a few swallows before passing it back to him and laying down again. 

"You are mine," he breathed across my naked shoulder as he resettled, and squeezed his arm under my head to work as a pillow. "You shouldn't have bitten me if you wanted it another way." 

Oh now he tells me. 

"Sleep, Vera," he ordered, the room darkening as he blew out the candles. "I'll wake you up in an hour and take you again." 

I yawned as sleep pulled at me, "Uh-huh. We'll see about that."



She Knows Ch. 06



All comments or criticisms welcome.



It had been more than a week since I'd heard from Jess or Tom. I hoped it was because they were busy and not because our latest encounter had crossed a line.

For my part, I stayed busy with my work doing the day, while I spent my nights stroking my dick and reliving having my butt fucked by them both.

Late one afternoon, I was in the back office of my building when I heard the door open. It was a woman -- I could hear her heels clicking on the tile.

The clicking didn't stop at the front counter, however. As I stood to see what my visitor needed, Jess poked her head in the door.

"Working for once, I see," she said with a teasing grin.

"If I'm going to get caught, I might as well get caught working," I shot back.

" I don't know," she said."I liked catching you last time."

Jess came in and perched herself on the edge of my desk. She was wearing a V-neck dress that plunged between her breasts, showcasing them in a way that was hard to tear my eyes from. Her perfume, delicate yet intoxicating, filled the small room.

Jess explained that this wasn't a social call. She'd just come from another meeting with Henry Jones on her school fundraiser project.

Henry was the president of our town's biggest bank. Those raising money for any cause eventually found their way to his door. He was a few years older and I had always found him to be pleasant, but quiet and reserved. He was, I thought, the stereotypical banker.

Jess had finalized plans for her fundraiser and had gotten Henry's blessing, since his bank was sure to be the biggest donor. What she needed from me was a little publicity in the next edition of my newspaper.

I was happy to help. Not only would I preview the event in next week's paper, I planned to cover the event with a story and photos for the front page.

We spent about 10 minutes talking about the event, Jess perched beside me as I typed notes on my desktop computer. When we were done, Jess glanced at her watch and I could see that she was calculating something in her head.

"Wanna see something?" she asked.

When I nodded yes, Jess shifted off my desk and lifted her dress up over her hips. She was wearing a little red lace thong. 

Her panties were wet and matted to her crotch and thick white cum was seeping from her pussy.

My mouth watered and my cock sprang to life.

"Did Tom have court today?" I asked, knowing her husband liked a morning quickie on days he had to argue before a judge.

"Nope. That's all Henry," she said.

The look on my face made her giggle.

"How did that happen?" I asked.

Jess told me that despite his banker persona, Henry was much more relaxed behind closed doors. He had discreetly flirted with her for years. One afternoon as they worked in Henry's office on the fundraiser, his secretary had buzzed in on the intercom.

Mrs. Jones was on the phone, demanding to speak to her husband. The secretary couldn't hold her off. Henry took the call. Jess said she could hear his wife yelling from across the desk, while Henry mumbled things like, "I know, dear," and "I'm sorry, dear," into the handset.

She must have hung up on him, because Henry looked at the now quiet phone and gently set it back in the cradle. He apologized to Jess.

Henry explained that his wife had grown more demanding and distant from him lately. The angry phone calls and loud arguments at night seemed to go unchecked. She seemed to be mad at him all the time.

"So I'm guessing there isn't even any make-up sex?" Jess asked.

Henry sighed, and told her there had been no sex of any kind in nearly two years.

Jess said the conversation drifted away from Henry's home life and back to the task at hand. But at their next meeting, she got to witness another round of Mrs. Jones' attack on her husband.

Henry was clearly tired of taking his wife's wrath, Jess said. She asked him why he didn't just leave her. Henry explained that his standing in the community made divorce a near impossibility, but that he was tired her and tired of taking care of his own needs.

"So I asked him why he didn't find a lover," she told me."when he said he didn't think he could, I told him it had worked for me."

I was shocked Jess would admit such a thing to a "pillar" of our community, and apparently Henry had been, too. But he was also curious. Jess said they silent the better part of the afternoon talking about her experiences -- leaving out some details, like my identity and the fact that I also suck off her husband, often in her presence.

Since they'd gotten nothing done that day on their project, they agreed to meet the next day. 

When she arrived, instead of working across his desk, Henry guided her to a couch on the other side of the room.

As she was spreading out her paperwork, Henry leaned in and kissed her.

"The next thing I knew, he had my skirt up around my waist and he was kissing my pussy through my panties," she told me.

After a few minutes, Jess pushed him back and stood to remove her dress. After hooking her bra and letting it fall away, she reached to drop her underwear. Henry grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"He likes panties," she told me."I never took them off."

Jess said that Henry quickly undressed, being careful to lay his pants out on a nearby chair so they wouldn't wrinkle.

"When he turned around, I saw his cock," she said."It's the biggest I've ever seen. I swear its twice as big around as Tom's and inches longer, too."

Henry pushed her back on the couch, pulled her panties to the side and pushed his cock deep inside her, Jess told me.

"His cock felt so good," she said. "His wife doesn't know what she is missing."

After they both came, Jess said, they straightened up and went to work on the fundraiser, as if nothing ever happened. Since then, she'd fucked him several times.

As her story ended, I realized I'd been rubbing my cock through my pants. I was rock hard.

"Listen, if you want to eat my pussy, you'd better hurry up," Jess said, snapping me out of my reverie. "I've got somewhere to be in 20 minutes. Of course, you've eaten his cum before, haven't you? So maybe you want to pass."

I gave her a confused look.

"The other night at my house," she said. "I was late getting home from my meeting because Henry had me bent over his desk, fucking me doggystyle. Just because I made Tom wait all week for sex doesn't mean that I'm going to."

Jess took my head into her hands and gently guided me to her crotch. I nuzzled her cunt with my face, taking in the aroma of her body, her sex and Henry's cum.

I kissed her through her panties, feeling the stickiness of the fabric on my lips. But I needed to get his load and her clit in my mouth.

As Henry had no doubt done earlier, I slid her panties to the side. I took a long slow swipe with my tongue from as close to her ass as I could get all the way to the top of her slit.

Jess moaned her approval and I got a mouthful of Henry's load and her juices in my mouth. I swallowed gratefully. After a few more long, slow passes with my tongue that filled my mouth with their combined taste, I zeroed in on Jess' clit. I knew she wanted to get off, and I was going to make that happen.

I slipped two fingers into her hole and rubbed her G-spot as I gently worked her button. It didn't take long. Jess began to move her hips and moan, and I could feel the juices from her pussy running down my arm.

"Oh, yeah," she moaned. "Suck my clit. Make me come."

She grabbed the back of my head as she came and I held steady, letting the waves of her orgasm move us. When she pulled away, I licked her juice and the remnants of Henry's load from my hand.

Jess stood and straightened herself up for the second time that day. 

"Thanks for ALL your help today," she said as she headed for the door. 

I was just about to unzip and relieve my aching cock, when the phone rang. It was Tom and needed to see me right away.

I took a minute to let my cock subside, after all, it wouldn't do to walk across town with my pants tenting.

The reception area of Tom's office was empty. When he heard the door, he stuck his head out of his office door and called me back.

I entered the room and found Tom naked, his cock jutting up between his thighs as he sat on the couch. I didn't say a word, and he didn't need to, either. I dropped to my knees, leaned in and licked the length of his shaft.

Just as I had with his wife earlier, I took a few swipes with my tongue. But I wanted his cock in my throat and I knew he wanted it too.

I opened my lips and slowly lowered mouth completely onto his dick. When my lips reached his pubic hair, I closed them around the base of his cock.Tom moaned as I sucked deeply, gripping his shaft between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.

I released him slightly and began to work slowly up and down his shaft with my mouth. I wanted to bring him slowly to orgasm, allowing the taste of his pre-come to coat my throat.

I'd been working for maybe 10 minutes, pushing him toward orgasm and then backing away. Tom was clearly enjoying himself. I glanced up to see his fingers laced behind his head, a look of bliss on his face.

I increased the pace, haping get rewarded with a mouthful of cum. But Tom had other ideas. He lifted my face from his crotch and looked me in the eye.

"I want some more of your ass," he said. "May I fuck you?"

I jumped and started dropping my clothes. Sucking him off was great, but feeling his dick inside me is heaven.Tom went to his desk and retrieved a bottle of lube from a drawer. I got on my hands and knees, assuming he would want to take me from behind.

But Tom had other ideas. He guided me onto the couch on my back. I put my hands behind my knees and pulled my legs to my chest, giving his total access to my backdoor.

Tom squirted the lube onto my asshole and some on his dick. The cool liquid, and the knowledge of what it was for made my hard cock twitch. As he stroked the lube onto his shaft, he ran his fingers along my crack, teasing my hole and finally pushing his fingers inside me.

I let out a moan of approval.

Tom scooted forward and let his cock rest on my ass. After a few light strokes outside my hole, he lined his cockhead up against my rosebud and shifted his weight to penetrate me. I pushed out slightly, and his cock popped into my ass. I made a noise -- somewhere between pleasure and pain -- and Tom held still. 

I gave my ass a minute to adjust to his cock, and then gently started rocking my hips, encouraging Tom to fuck me. He did not hesitate, and started a slow, steady pace, pushing his dick deep inside and then pulling out until only the tip was penetrating me. I craned my neck to watch. Seeing his hard shaft piston in and out of my bottom was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. My cock was leaking pre-come against my belly, and I wanted nothing more than to grab it and jerk myself to an orgasm.

But, again, Tom had other ideas. His hands had been holding the couch beside us, giving him leverage to plow me. His pace was quickening and I assume he was about to dump his cum in my ass.

I was shocked when he reached out and grabbed my shaft. I nearly came.

"I want to feel your ass clamp down on my dick as you shoot your load on your chest," he said between heavy breaths. "Then I'm going to fill your butt with my cum."

He gripped my dick firmly and started stroking it in time with his fucking. I lasted maybe 30 seconds.

As my orgasm hit, I concentrated on squeezing his shaft with my ass. My load flew from my cock, landing in ropes across my chest and face.

The squeezing was all Tom needed. He grunted, grasping my dick, and buried his cock in my ass.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," he moaned. "Take my fucking cum."

He held his shrinking cock in my ass for as long as he could before letting it slip from my hole. As he crumpled beside me on the couch, he scooped up some of my seed that lay puddled on my chest and fed it to me.

We lay there catching our breath for a bit. But Tom's ringing cell phone brought us back to reality.

Jess was on the phone. Tom put his finger to his lips, indicating I should be quiet. Dinner was nearly ready, she told him. Would he be home soon?

We cleaned up and dressed quickly. As Tom was locking up behind us, he dropped some news I had been dying to hear.

"There is some movement in your legal case," he said. "I'll have something to tell you by the middle of next week."

I walked back to my office in a daze. I don't know if it was fucking Tom had just given me, or the news that perhaps things were looking up for my legal troubles that made my head spin more.



She Knows Ch. 06



I woke up sated, completely unlike a succubus. I stretched, reveling in the fact that I was completely full—probably wouldn't have to fuck for a week. Reaching out an arm, I got a huge expanse of dead space. My eyes popped open and I looked at where Asher should have been. 

Wait. Why did I even care about him? He was a vampire and still my enemy. I scrambled from the bed, and broke off a piece of a post with a resounding craaaack. I caught it before it fell to the floor, and tested the weight. It wasn't my knife, but it'd do in a pinch. 

The door burst open and Asher appeared claws down, fangs out. He spied me on the other side of the bed with the wood in my hands. "What the hell are you doing?" 

I flinched at his tone. Don't flinch! my inner voice shamed. He kidnapped you. He's in the wrong. "Making a weapon to kill you," I said. 

He looked dumbstruck. "You're serious." 

I vaulted over the bed and raised my makeshift stake to stab him, but it was out of my hand before I could blink. I bounced off his chest and fell on my ass. He had one hand raised, fisted. He opened the hand and wood dust sailed out, scattering on the dark carpet. 

"Let me go," I demanded from the floor. 

He snorted, the harsh lines of his face smoothed. "Get up. You smell. You're not meeting my staff like that." 

I sat right where I was. "I don't want to meet your staff. I like being naked." I couldn't combat the smelliness because my hair still contained hints of the tunnel I'd stumbled through. 

Asher bent down, drawing my eyes to the pressed white apron he wore around his hips and the dish cloth tossed over his left shoulder. Did he cook? But vampires don't eat. 

"Do you want to shower or not?" 

I stared up at him a second longer, trying to ferret out the secrets in his light green eyes. He was being nice. The first time he met me, he snapped my neck. If I'd been a human that would have killed me, but as a demon it just pissed me off. He'd also slapped me. Yet now he was offering a shower and maybe even clothes. Something was off. 

"Why are you being so nice to me?" 

He reached forward and grabbed me, pulling me up towards him. I tilted my head back and looked into his eyes. "I take care of what's mine," he said. "You are mine." 

That was the second time he'd said that, and I didn't like it anymore than the first time. "I'm my own person." 

He flashed his fangs. "We can share." 

I grumbled as he turned and tugged me out of the bedroom and down a short hallway into another room. He thrust me inside, then followed. I whirled, clenching and unclenching my hands at my side. He manhandled me. No one manhandled me. 

"Get in the shower, Vera. You're wasting the night." 

"Leave and I will." 

Asher shook his head. "You'd try to climb down that fire escape and give New York a show." 

He wasn't wrong. I stared daggers at him another second before accepting that I did want to shower and that I really should anyway. I turned and headed to the glass door leading to the marble shower. It was nice, much better than anything in the veiled world. With no running water or electricity, there were usually only baths by candlight. It was why so many demons went to the human world to hunt and play: more things to do here. 

I stepped into the shower and fiddled with the knobs before I figured out how to turn it on. Water shot out from all sides and I jumped, startled. I laughed softly and melted at the warm pressure pushing at me from all sides. Showers were like sex: warm, wet, and satisfying. 

I searched around for a washcloth or soap. I cracked open the steamy shower door and peered around for Asher. Sure enough, he was leaning on the door-jamb following my moves like a hawk. 

"I need soap and a washcloth." 

He moved silently, pulled out a few bottles, and handed them to me. "Here." 

I grabbed them and shut the door. "Thanks." 

For thirty blissful minutes I scrubbed and washed, grateful that everything was unscented. I was shiny and clean when I stepped out of the shower. Asher stood, a silent statue with a towel stretched out in front of him. I didn't hesitate to step into the towel and lift my arms up to let him wrap it around me. I twisted my hair atop my head as he knotted the towel above my breasts. 

"Thank you," I mumbled absently, moving past him to the sink and the drawers he'd pulled the bottles from. Maybe I could find a rubber band or clip somewhere. 

Asher slammed into me from behind, knocking my pelvis against the marble countertop. The pain healed in an instant. "You act like a princess," he murmured against my neck softly. 

I stiffened. I fought vampires. Princesses didn't do that shit. "I'm not." 

"You're Redkin's daughter." 

I lifted my hand to push him off when his palms slapped them onto the countertop. I was pinned, once again, and this time I couldn't even get my wings out. "Know how I know?" he asked, brushing his fangs against my drying throat. "Because you smell like the bastard, even though you're clean." 

I debated lying. I didn't doubt that the warning he'd given in the bedroom transferred to all things. "So I am." 

He kissed the nape of my neck. "Part muse too, I hear." 

I ground my teeth. "Ya got me." 

He held still for a second. Lips and fangs at the pulse in my neck. I felt him, large, dominating, unlike any vampire I'd encountered. Sure, they were strong and fast, but not like him. A vampire bit me once, but I didn't feel him surge into me like Asher, didn't hear his voice in my mind. If he bit me now would I hear it again, hear him describe in explicit detail everything he wanted to do to me? The erection pressing against the small of my back said there was much, much more to be done. 

But he pulled back, lifted his palms from the back of my hand, and stepped away. Pride and stubbornness rooted my feet, kept me from leaning over the sink, wiggling my ass, and begging him to take me. 

What is wrong with me? Yesterday should have been enough, more than enough. When my monthlies started, I asked Brodie to help me get through it. Sex with him was quick, a release for him that my succubus powers greedily drank up. Asher had given me more. I was full, I didn't need sex with him. 

No. You want it, my inner voice taunted. Admit that you desire the vampire. Forbidden fruit. 

"Get dressed," Asher demanded gruffly. "I'm going to finish making dinner. Come down when you're ready." 

I whipped around. "You're leaving me? I thought you didn't trust me." 

"I don't. But you're not going anywhere in that condition." 

I stiffened. "I'm a succubus. I'm always in this condition." Not being wet would be a problem. 

His smile was pure male cockiness. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. He pinned me with a heated stare for a second longer, then turned and left. 

The minute he was out of sight and the door was closed, I reached under the towel, and ran my middle finger over my clit. I came instantly, gasping as my release flooded me. It was pleasure and pain because I was still hypersensitive from the night before. I groaned low, biting the sound off before it echoed through the room and betrayed me. 

Heated tile welcomed me as I sank down and leaned my head against the doors of the vanity. My breathing was rapid, chest rising and falling, but not from the orgasm. I was freaked out. I healed instantly, didn't get swollen or stay that way. What's happening to me? 

My inner voice chuckled, satisfied only when I was in deep shit. Only what you wanted to happen, babe. 

I couldn't fucking wait for my monthly to pass, it'd look overstayed its welcome. Grumbling and cursing, I pushed from the floor and tugged to the clothes hanging off the door. He'd chosen well, too, damn him! Boot-cut blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and tennis shoes-I even found a matching bra and panty set in my size, lacy and red. 

Finding my way around wasn't that hard, I just followed my nose. The second I hit the landing-off a hallway that spanned part of the house-the scent of cooking human food slapped me in the face. I covered my nose, hating the smell. Asher's room had been strangely devoid of overwhelming scents. It was clean with only the faint hint of soap and something spicy and male that I was sure came from his skin. 

I descended the steps, one hand on the wooden banister. His home was large, gothic and old in decor. If it wasn't dark, wooden or marble, it wasn't in the house. I walked down a short hallway that connected the back of the house with the entrance. 

I turned my head and stared over my shoulder at the heavy door separating me from freedom. It was less than ten steps away, I could leap the length and make a run for it. I might get a block before Asher caught me, but I wasn't so naïve to think he wouldn't catch me. 

"Out of the frying pan and into the fire." I turned around and continued to the kitchen. The only way I was getting away from Asher was if he let me; and considering he'd declared I was 'his' two times since i'd met him, I doubted he would be letting me go anytime soon. 

Dark stained cafe doors separated the kitchen and the hallway. Black marble gave way to stained wood as I stepped through and spied four people sitting around a dining room table. They were chatting quietly, sipping table wine. 

All heads turned my direction when the cafe doors whooshed shut. I could tell they were all human. A man who looked to be in his late twenties with green eyes and short black hair scanned me from head to toe. I was so used to it, I didn't pay the guy any mind, but someone else did. 

"Jayden," Asher's voice snapped. 

The boy immediately looked down, and turned back around in his seat. The three women sitting at the table did the same. I glanced around the room, trying to pinpoint Asher. He stood at the far side, plates balanced on his forearms. He nodded to one of the two empty seats at the table, as he moved to dish out the food. 

"You make that?" I asked, befuddled. 

"Yes." 

"Why?" 

He slid out a chair at the end of the table and nodded to the opposite side. "Sit." 

I licked my bottom lip. "Only if you say please." 

The boy named Jayden whistled, high and quick. "First time I heard anyone talk to Mr. Del Cortes like that. Vampire must have a death wish." 

I hissed at the man as I strode to the empty chair and plopped down. I didn't want to sit, but standing wasn't making them pay attention to me anymore. The women were digging into their meals with gusto, ignoring me with a single mindedness that pissed me off. 

"I'm a succubus." I glared at the boy. "Never confuse me with a vampire." 

He cut a chunk off the meat on his plate, beef I think. "What's that?" he said around the bite. 

I ignored the guy and looked at Asher. The vampire was relaxed, leaning back in his chair with a steaming mule mug held in one hand. He took a sip and raised an eyebrow at me. When he drew back I caught a flash of red before his tongue wiped it away. 

Blood. I shifted through the scents of combined human foods to confirm. AB positive. 

Asher set the mug on the table with a click. "Everyone, meet Vera. She'll be staying with us for a while." 

His staff didn't lift their heads, the food more important than the succubus in the room. I wondered how many supernatural beings waltzed in and out of Asher's life. 

"What room will she be occupying?" a woman in her mid-fifties asked to her plate. 

Asher didn't hesitate, "Mine." 

The woman paused, fork halfway to her open mouth. She didn't say anything as she slowly placed the fork in her mouth and ate. 

"Still don't know what a succubus is," Jayden mumbled, stealing a glance at me. 

I gave the boy my full attention. "Female demons of sex. Succubi feed off sexual energy." 

The last woman at the table, blond and in her early thirties with the type of looks so many human women coveted, muttered under her breath, "Must be nice and full now." 

"Silvia," Asher reprimanded. 

The girl flinched, and shoveled more food into her mouth. After several moments of chewing and swallowing she slammed down her fork and turned to the vampire. "Everyone heard you two yesterday. Hell, the entire neighborhood heard you. I don't care if you have sex but don't do it—" 

She stopped, startled. I looked between Asher and Silvia. "Ah, I got it." I pointed at her and then him. "You used to fuck." 

"We dated," she corrected. 

I shrugged, casting a glance around the state-of-the-art kitchen. "Whatever." 

"Just because you're in his bed now, doesn't mean—" 

"Maybe you didn't hear me," I interrupted, "but I don't give a—" 

A door off in the corner burst open, bringing a chilly wind with it. A man entered, shaking like a wet dog without the rain. "Damned cold out. Remember to take a coat if you're—" 

There was a flash. The man dangled in midair, one of Asher's hands fished in his orange collar. The vampire opened his mouth wide and sunk his teeth into the man's neck. The suckling sound hitting me like a fist. Silverware cluttered to the table as Silvia gasped and Jayden breathed, "Christ!" 

The older woman at the table opened quivering lips, tears streaming down her face as she watched the scene. The man flailed in Asher's grasp, fighting against his killer. The older woman reached out a hand as the man stopped shaking, the color leached out of his face, and finally he let out a weak sigh. 

Asher took a last, long draw before dropping the man carelessly to the floor. He took his thumb and snagged a drop of blood trailing from the edge of his lips. He sucked his finger into his mouth, before dropping the hand and turning to face us. 

Death didn't faze me. Four out of seven days I came home covered in blood, surprised that the color hadn't permanently dyed my hair. But this sudden death—savage and brutal—was different. 

Asher looked at the older woman, letting his gaze settle on her sagging tanned face. "My rule, Margaret." 

She was shaking like a leaf, eyes trained on the body behind Asher. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. 

The vampire didn't let up. "My. Rule." 

She dragged her gaze away from the dead man and to the vampire towering over her, his strength palpable in the room. "Nothing said—" She stopped, took in a shaky breath, gathered herself, and continued after a moment. "Nothing said or done leaves this house." 

Asher nodded sharply. "My only rule. It is not for my safety alone but for yours as well. And if you break this rule?" 

"Death." Her lips quivered as her eyes strayed to the body again. Margaret's next words seemed ripped from her soul. "A quick, violent death." 

Asher strode to me, and hauled me out of my chair with a pull at my arm. He looked at no one as he spoke, "You all have the rest of the night off. See to your husband's body, Margaret." 

He dragged me out of the room through the cafe doors. I cringed when I heard Margaret's mournful cry, "Javier!" 

Asher pulled me through a side door and I tugged my hand from his grasp when the door swung shut and automatic lights blazed on. "That was cold." Which said a lot coming from me. 

The vampire didn't look at me as he went to the wall and snatched a key off a hook. I took a cursory glance around to get my bearing. We were in a garage with two cars: a sporty black one, and a matte black, crotch rocket motorcycle. 

Asher clicked a button and the bike's headlights flashed. "Get on." 

"It's not like I care," I started, not moving an inch, "it's just the way you did it." 

His voice was halting. "Would you have preferred I drew it out and tortured him?" 

I shrugged. "It seemed like you were just taking out the trash." 

"I was." 

I didn't comment on that because it wasn't my place. This was his world and I was a visitor until I got out. The way he killed just seemed at odds with the way he fucked, and the two were mutually exclusive. The same line of thought went into both acts, the same amount of energy in different forms. Asher fucked with complete focus, with eyes that could rival an Ankush's. A man with that much fire and passion didn't kill with that kind of cold precision, not without careful consideration. I wondered how many nights he spent debating with himself, checking every possible way to find something that didn't end in death. 

"How long?" I asked quietly. 

He didn't ask for the question. "Weeks." 

Ouch. 

Asher moved to the bike, boots heavy on the cement floor. "Get on, Vera. We have an appointment."



She Knows Ch. 07



All comments or criticism welcome



Tom called late one Wednesday afternoon. He expected to know something about my case the next week, he said.

In the meantime, he wondered if I might like to drop by on Saturday afternoon to watch the big college football game. I jumped at the chance.

Watching the game on Tom's drive-in movie screen would be better than on my own TV, but in my mind's eye, I pictured myself on the floor between his legs, working his dick into my throat as the game played behind me. And if Jess might join in with her vibrating Feeldoe in my bottom ... Well, the thought of that had me stroking myself until I came all over the underside of my desk.

On Saturday, I pulled on my blue T-shirt emblazoned with the name of one of the teams playing that day and drove over to Tom and Jess' place about 30 minutes before kickoff. There were about a dozen cars parked on the street around thier house, which dashed my hopes for a private party.

Tom opened the door and the first thing I saw was the bright red shirt with the logo of the other team playing that day.

"If I had known you were going to wear that awful thing, I wouldn't have invited you," he jokingly said as I stepped inside.

Tom's living room was full with the elite of our town, including Henry Jones, the school board president. Henry's blue shirt matched mine and as he shook my hand, I was thinking about the big cock that Jess had described in his pants.

I grabbed a beer from the cooler beside the snack table set up in the dining room. As I turned to head back toward the living room, I nearly ran over Jess, who was carrying a tray of cold cuts into the room.

She was wearing a short mini-skirt, heels and a tight V-neck T-shirt that showed off her curves wonderfully.

I apologized and asked if there was anything I could do to help her finish getting the food out.

"No," she said. "But I do have something else you can do for me."

Jess led me away from the growing party and back toward the bedroom she shared with her husband.

She shut the door behind me as I walked into their bedroom.

"Take off your pants," she said.

"Jess, there is a house full of people not 30 feet from where we are standing," I said, the panic clear in my voice. "Is this really a good idea?"

The look in her face said it all. I reluctantly complied.

"Give me your underwear," she said.

I didn't bother to argue and soon I was standing in Tom and Jess' bedroom naked from the waist down. I was scared someone would walk in any second, but that didn't stop my cock from starting to stir.

Jess turned and fished something out of a dresser drawer.

"Put these on," she said.

Jess handed me a pair of pink satin hiphugger style panties.

"I want you to wear these today," she said. "I want you to feel the pretty fabric between your legs as you sit and watch the game with the other men."

I started to protest. Jess wouldn't hear it.

"I'm not asking," she said. "I'm telling you. Put them on."

I did as I had been told. As I was adjusting the panties around my half-hard dick, Jess lifted her skirt to show me her underwear, a small thong that barely covered her pussy. The color matched my panties exactly.

"Look," she said. "We are almost twins."

After I got my pants back on, we rejoined the party, but Jess didn't stay long. She announced that we men were on our own and that she was headed out for a day of shopping. I didn't look, but I'm sure I wasn't the only one staring at her ass as she walked out the door.

The first half of the game lived up to the hype. Leading 14-7 late in the second quarter, my team forced a fumble which lead to a touchdown and a 21-7 halftime lead.

While the others were hitting the can and the snack table, Tom motioned for me to follow him. He led me the opposite direction from what his wife had earlier, down the hall toward his home office.

He closed the door behind me as I walked in. I thought he might have some news on my case.

"Some game, huh?" I asked.

"Wanna make the second half more interesting?" Tom asked as he motioned for me to take a seat on the couch.

I asked what he had in mind as I watched him go behind his desk and shuffle through a drawer.

"How about heads or tails?" he asked.

The confused look on my face was obvious.

"If your team wins, you give me head," he said. "But if my team wins, I get some tail."

Tom was clearly pleased with his pun, but it didn't take a genius to see that I won either way. I quickly agreed to the bet.

Tom found what he was looking for and came around the desk, stopping in front of where I was sitting.

"Since I'm already losing by two touchdowns, how about a little preview of what I'm going to win?" he said.

My dick stiffened in my pants and pushed against the satin panties. The feel of the feminine fabric sliding past my skin only made my cock harder.

I scooted forward on the couch as Tom stepped forward. I unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down enough that I could see his cock swelling inside his black boxer briefs. I pulled the front of his underwear down to the base of his shaft, leaving his balls under the elastic band.

The underwear held Tom's cock against his groin and I leaned in and licked the exposed underside from the base of his shaft to the head. Tom groaned and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me tighter against his erection. I tilted my head and used my lips and tongue to massage his cock, talking long slow passes up and down the shaft.

I had been at it for a few moments when Tom loosened the pressure on my head. I didn't take my mouth off his dick, but I did opened my eyes and looked up. Tom had been watching me work his dick, I was certain of that.

"We had better get back before someone comes looking for us," he said.

As Tom started to tuck himself away, I noticed a large bead of precum that had bubbled from his cock. I leaned in and sucked it into my mouth, savoring the taste as we returned to the others and the game.

Tom's team scored on the first possession of the half and again as the third quarter was coming to a close. Only 15 minutes of football remained to determine whether I'd get Tom's load in my belly or my ass.

Before the fourth quarter started, Henry Jones stood and announced he was leaving. He had another engagement, he explained.

The fourth quarter started with a bang, as the teams traded touchdowns. My team had the ball late in the game driving toward a game-winning score, but a fumble gave Tom's team the ball with about a minute to play. A long pass completion set them up on the 35-yard line with a few seconds left on the clock. A field goal as time expired made the game 31-28.

Tom was going to fuck my ass.

I hung around after the game, trying to appear to be helping with clean up, as Tom's other guests said their good-byes. When they had all left, Tom came back into the living room, where I was half-watching the postgame wrap up.

"Ready to pay up?" he said with a grin.

"Hell, yes," I said."I was wondering if everyone was ever going to leave."

Tom walked over to the cooler and grabbed a beer. 

"If you don't mind, I'd love to get your dick in my mouth first," I called to him. "I didn't really get to give you a proper blowjob earlier." "I love the way you suck my dick," he said. "Why would I ever say no?"

When he returned to the couch, Tom took off his pants and boxer briefs before sitting beside me. My cock was starting to stir and I wasted no time getting between his legs.

I licked the head for just a second, before pushing his cock into my mouth. I let him rub against the roof of my mouth as he came to full hardness.

Tom moaned his approval as I let all but the head of his cock slip from my mouth before I plunged back down, doing my best to not touch his shaft until I closed my lips around the base of his dick.

I sucked in gently and used my tongue to massage the underside of his shaft. Tom grabbed the back of my head and held me in place as his dick leaked into the back of my throat.

Tom loosened his grip and as I slowly let his cock slip from my throat, he pushed me away.

"You better quit that before I blow my load in your mouth," he said. "I won your ass fair and square and I intend to fuck it properly. Get undressed."

He stood and walked toward his bedroom, and I shucked my shirt and pants. In my quest to get Tom's dick in my mouth, I had forgotten about the panties Jess had put me in. I didn't remember them until Tom walked in, a bottle of lube in his hand and his erection leading the way.

"Those are cute," he said.

"Your wife made me put them on after I got here," I said. "Maybe she knew you'd try to get in my pants."

"I'm about to get in that ass," he said. "Get up on the couch and bend over."

I felt the satin stretch across my ass as I let my forehead rest on the back cushions of the couch. Tom ran his hand across my pantied behind before pulling the fabric down just past my ass.

I shivered as he squeezed the cold lube in between my cheeks. He pushed his dick into my crack and rubbed it back and forth, getting his shaft slick. When his dick head made contact with my rosebud, I let out a moan.

"I'm not sure which one of us enjoys himself more," he said.

Tom kept at it, rubbing his dick in my crack and pushing gently at my hole on every pass. I needed the lube, but I wanted him inside me, so I pushed back at his cock when it was near my hole.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Tom's cock head caught on the edge of my hole and with a slight push back, I forced it past my outer anal muscle and into my ass.

We moaned simultaneously.

Tom buried his dick inside me, pausing when he was fully impaled to let us both enjoy the sensation. He slowly pulled out my ass making a wet pop when his cock left me empty.

He pushed back inside me with a quick, short stroke before pulling completely out again. The expansion and contraction of my sphincter as he fucked me had me moaning and grunting with every stroke. My dick, still encased in the bunched up panties Tom had shoved aside, was now rock hard.

I'd never been fucked doggy-style before and I missed being able to see his cock fill my behind, but the way he was pressuring my prostate more than made up for it. It wasn't a minute or two before my panties were wet from all the pre-cum Tom was literally fucking out of me.

"Jerk your dick," he said, pushing his shaft fully into my ass.

The panties -- tight to begin with -- were impossible to remove from my position I gripped my cock through the material as Tom increased the pace of the deep stroking he was giving me.

"I'm going to cum," I said with a moan. "Fuck me. Give me that dick.Oh, shit, give me that dick!"

Tom's fingers dug into the side of my hips and the front of his thighs slapped against the back of mine as he banged my ass with all he had. My orgasm ripped through me and I let out as yell, filling Jess's panties with my load. When my ass clamped down on Tom's cock, it pushed him over the edge and with one final plunge, he filed my ass with cum.

"Oh, fuck," he yelled. "Take that dick. Fucking take it."

Tom stayed buried in my bottom as long as his shrinking cock and his weak legs would allow before pulling out and flopping on the couch beside me. I stayed ass-up, bent over the couch trying to catch my breath and get my bearings.

A small trickle of cum ran down my ass and onto the panties. I reached back and pulled them up before rolling over and sitting on the couch.

"I have to say, I love fucking your ass," Tom said. "I would never tell Jess, but it's better than any pussy I've ever had."

I wore Jess' panties home under my clothes. The beer and the sex had left me exhausted and I shucked everything but my sticky undies and crashed on the couch.

I'm not sure how long I slept. I awoke with a start to Jess standing over me, gently shaking my shoulder.

"I knocked, but you didn't answer," she said. "The door was open, so I let myself in."

I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

"Looks like you had fun," she said.

I looked down at the panties Jess had put me in hours before. The stretched out fabric was covered in the front with my dried ejaculate and I'm certain that a mix of lube and Tom's jizz was visible through the back.

I told her briefly of my bet with her husband and the payoff after. Jess had a little grin on her face as I told her how Tom had made me wear the panties even as he sodomized me.

"Well, I didn't get my panties off, either," she said. "Henry met me at that little motel out by the mall and I rode his big dick for an hour with my panties pushed to the side."

Just as she had hours earlier, Jess lifted her skirt. Her pink panties clung to her skin, darker than I remembered them as her afternoon's activities had left them wet.

"Do you want to lick it?" she asked. "Do you want to eat Henry's load from my pussy?"

I nodded my head, but never took my eyes off her panties.

"I'll give you his cum, but you have to do something for me," she said.

Jess shimmied out of her skirt and pulled off her shirt to reveal a demi-cup bra that matched her pink panties. She stepped in front of me, grabbing the back of my head and pulling my face into her soaking crotch.

"I hope you liked wearing those panties today, because you'll be in them again soon," she said.

Her cunt reeked of sex. As she rubbed her panty-covered pussy in my face, the smell grew stronger and her once damp underwear was soon soaked through. I used my tongue to push the fabric into her slit before sucking gently at her clit.

As I played between her legs Jess explained what she had planned for me. While riding Henry's cock, she'd promised him the best blow job of his life. But he had to do exactly as she instructed.

Jess told him she knew the best cocksucker in town, but that "she" was very shy. If Henry wanted his dick sucked, he'd have to wear a blindfold and keep his hands to himself.

Despite being balls-deep in Jess' velvet snatch, Henry had some concerns. Fucking Jess was risky enough, but letting a strange "woman" in on his secret was more than just a bit worrisome. Jess assured him of her friend's mutual need for discretion.

"And since you are the cocksucker who Henry thinks is a woman, you'll be wearing these panties," Jess said.

She pushed me away from her wet crotch.

"Lay back," she said.

Jess peeled off her wet underwear and squatted over my face. As she settled in, a large glob of cum dripped onto my face. She was sitting high enough on my face that I could lick her ass, so I swiped my tongue across her rosebud, eliciting a moan.

"I can't wait to see Henry's dick in your mouth," she said, pushing her clit against the tip of my nose.

I let my tongue slip from where I had been pushing at her asshole across her perineum and into her pussy.

"That's it, clean me out," Jess said with a moan.

I tried to keep my tongue buried in her hole as she banged her clit harder and faster against my face. When she came, her knees squeezed the side of my head and her spasming snatch trapped my tongue.

She stayed there for a moment, catching her breath and collecting herself. When she climbed off of me, she dressed quickly, leaving her wet thong laying on the floor.

She looked at my panties, tented by my erection as she walked to the door.

"Wash my panties when you wash yours," she said. "By hand, please. They're delicate."



She Knows Ch. 07



The bike ride was short, and didn't give me a lot of time to process the hot mess I was in. Admittedly, Asher was frightening, and not just because of him killing a guy, snapping my neck, or calling me 'his.' It was the way I reacted. When he killed the human guy I hadn't been surprised. It was like I expected it, knew what was going to happen. It was a subtle and forgettable feeling, gone before I could analyze it. I felt it in the bathroom, too. I never thought he was going to bite me even though his fangs were against my throat because I knew, intrinsically, he wasn't. 

Succubi could do a lot of things, but seeing the future wasn't one of them. I'd also never heard of a muse being able to anticipate what would happen. There was something else, knowledge niggling at my mind. I didn't know enough about vampires, and I worried about what I did know. It seemed tainted now. It wasn't like I didn't believe Asher, but it made more sense. Vampires were half human and Windigos created them? The more I thought about it the less sense it made. There was no other demon rumored to be able to turn humans, and no other demon able to create a whole new species. Sure, necromancers could raise the dead and witches could command ghosts, but they didn't make them. Asher's explanation seemed a hell of a lot more plausible, and that was yet another thing that scared the shit out of me. 

"We're here," he roared over the raging motor of the bike and the active city around us. New York never slept, which made it one of the perfect feeding grounds for vampires. 

He veered to a stop and parked in the middle of a street. I climbed off the bike and handed him the spare helmet he'd given me. I searched for the street name. "Madison Avenue," I whispered under my breath, committing it to memory. That didn't help much because Madison Avenue was freaking long, and an annoying tree branch was blocking the cross street sign. 

I turned to Asher, watching him pack away the helmets in the bike seat and lock up. "Where are we?" 

He ran a hand through his red hair, tousling it out of its helmet-haired state. "Harlem." 

Madison Avenue in Harlem. Harlem was a decent size, and I'd fought a few undead here, but I'd never taken stock of the location. 

They're not undead, my inner voice reprimanded. 

That was true. Asher didn't feel cold, though he was a bit pale. I wasn't sure if that was just his natural Nordic coloring or the vampire in him. He stepped away from the bike and moved to a sunk-in store squished between a hairdresser and a laundromat. A neon hand print in the small store window declared it a palm reading and tarot card shop. 

He was reaching for the door knob when I took off at a dead run. I hadn't been thinking about running away, but something about being outside, watching mundane humans go about their mundane lives, triggered it. Escape was outrunning a vampire, finding other incubi and succubi and telling them everything Asher told me. 

I ate the length of seven blocks in seconds, legs pumping fast and strong. He caught me in ten seconds, throwing me into a dark alley, before the heat of his body plastered me to the wall. 

"I should kill you for that," he breathed harshly, chest rising and falling. 

I gulped in breath. "Oh, come on. You liked it." 

I took in his ragged breathing, the hard on pressed against my belly, his lengthened fangs and red-tinged eyes. I'd seen them crimson once. I wondered if they changed colors like mood rings. Red was bloodlust, hunger, a need to fuck and kill with equal passion. 

The sight enticed me, called to me. I clamped his head between my hands and smashed our lips together. I tasted blood, felt the growl rumble up from his chest and vibrate against my lips. Asher forced me back further, until the curve of my spine melded with the wet brick wall. 

He nipped my lip and slipped his tongue inside. It darted around the cavern of my mouth, claiming it, dominating my tongue until it didn't even feel like mine. Brodie, such a paltry comparison. His kisses, his touches, they weren't on the same level as Asher—weren't even on the same damned scale. 

"Again," he whispered harshly, our warm breaths mingling. "Brodie. If I see that small dicked incubus I'm killing him." 

He pressed a final brutal kiss before pulling back. I missed his heat immediately, and cursed myself for it. Vampire, remember? I growled at myself, squashing the inner voice that tried to tell me that didn't matter anymore. No, it was the only thing that did matter. 

Asher raked me with a glance, twisting his head in a pained way. "Pull yourself together or I'll fuck you raw in a dirty alley." 

I pushed strands of hair out of my face and tucked them behind my ear. I took a few deep breaths in, calming the succubus in me that didn't care about the human alley or its waste. I pushed away from the wall and took a step toward him. My legs shook and my eyes widened. My clit throbbed painfully against the lace panties pushing on the seam of my jeans. I forced the sensations aside, as wonderful and painful as they were, and walked to Asher. He didn't look at me, just tucked my hand into the crook of my elbow and started back up the street to the palm reading shop. 

We entered, preceded by the sharp ding of a bell. In the short walk, I'd pushed my desire down into a deep dark box and summoned my other half. There wasn't much my mother gifted me besides looks. I wasn't known to inspire others, and didn't have my mother's sharp knowledge and unfailing wit. My other half only served to give the demon stalking in my skin a rest. 

"Ash, is that you?" a woman called through a beaded curtain across the room. Dark and light beads were arranged in a pentagram, and I smirked. If that wasn't enough to tell me what kind of person the owner was, the magic floating through the air, the vials of unknown things spread around the room, the ordered but colorful clutter, and the gray cat familiar observing me were more than enough. 

The beads rattled as the woman sailed out of the back room and into the front of the shop. She stopped dead, the blood draining from her face. "S-Succubus." 

I smiled and waved my fingers. "Witch. Didn't know there were any left in the human world. They were all summoned back to the Ectar." 

I took a step toward her, but she waved a hand and an invisible barrier bounced me off with enough force to send me careening into Asher. I rubbed my face angrily and glared at the witch. "You'll pay for that." 

The woman shook her finger widely, patterned scarf tipping precariously on her head to hint at the dreadlocks beneath. "You brought a succubus into my shop. Are you insane, Ash?" 

I could detect a slight Caribbean accent in her voice, completely in line with the bistre brown of her skin. She wore a white gown that draped, shifting like the twirled petals on a frangipani flower. She was beautiful in a matronly way, a glow radiating out from within. If the woman wasn't a witch I would have liked her, perhaps even sought her advice. She had an air of wisdom easy to catch at first glance. 

"Not at all," Asher responded evenly, making no move toward the barrier. "I'm entirely sane, Astryd." 

She shook her head wildly. "Do you remember the last time your brought one of them around? What happened to me? I won't go back to that world again. You've spent all your favors. Get her out. Now." 

He held up his hands, placating. "I swear that no harm will come to you, Astryd. If you don't trust her, trust me. I've never lied to you." 

"Omitting important details is the same as lying," she retorted. 

"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important. I can't trust anyone else. Vera and I are—" 

"Vera?" she echoed the name. Her eyes widened and she turned to me again. "That's an uncommon name." She paused and a shudder wracked her form. "Is it short for something?" 

"Veralyn." 

"Veralyn," she mumbled, brows pulling down. "Veralyn Terra . . . Terra . . ." 

"Veralyn Terradona." I stepped forward and toed the barrier. I eyed the witch carefully. Many demons knew my first name but few the second. "How do you know my full name?" Was she working with my father and this was a trap. No, no. If it was a trap, Asher would be dead too. But what if he didn't know it was a trap. I started to panic. Witches were tricky, and suddenly I was a lot more wary of her than she was of me. 

I shot a look at the door behind Asher. I bet my eyetooth it was locked, that my father would come through the hanging beads with a horde of demons, kill Asher and then throw me to the giants. 

Asher stepped forward, reaching past me. I opened my mouth to warm him that the barrier was still up—I could feel it radiating like a beating heart from the seventies shag carpet to the peeling ceiling—but before I could get the words out, his hand passed through, followed a second later by his body, and in two strides he stood in front of the witch. 

I tried to do the same thing and got bounced on my ass, mimicking a basketball for a second. "How the hell did you pass through that barrier?" I demanded. 

Asher didn't turn around when he addressed my question, "I walked." 

"No shit," I growled, pushing to my feet. "Doesn't answer my question though." 

He ignored me completely and addressed the witch. I couldn't see her, Asher's body blocking out everything but Astryd's skirt. "Your connections are still working, Astryd, so you know that Vera is harmless." 

She snorted. "Hardly." She sighed gustily, "But you are right." 

The barrier retreated a second later and I scrambled over it. I so did not want to get deflected in case the witch decided to have a change of heart. I stopped beside Asher, looking between him and Astryd. Their eyes were locked, faces emotionless masks. The witch broke the stare a second later and whirled around, sailing back through the bead door. 

"Ash, sit. I'm sick of craning my neck looking at you," she hollered. 

She didn't tell me to do anything, so I stood. There was a small circular table covered with a maroon scarf and held down by two decks of tarot cards parallel to each other. Two chairs sat on either end of the table, looking like a stiff wind might break them. Even if she offered me the seat, I wasn't sure I would take it. No doubt the chair was enchanted and would break into a million pieces trying to stab me the minute I sat. 

Witches, man, couldn't trust 'em. 

Asher was taking a seat when Astryd strode into the room, a dusty box held out in front of her. She tugged her scarf off her head, red-tipped dreads slipping over her shoulder and down her back. Astryd set the box on the table, and wiped the dust off. She glanced up at me, weariness forming white lines around her eyes. Her voice was less than generous. "Would you like to sit?" 

I folded my arms and spread my legs. "I can stand." 

She didn't offer again. 

Lifting the lid off the box, she began to sort, mumbling, "Veralyn, Veralyn, Vera—Ah! Here you are." 

She tugged out a large blue index card and squinted at the paper. She moved her hand to her hair and felt around, then reached down and patted her chest. "Where did I put those glasses?" She set the card on the table and glanced around the shop. Holding up a finger she disappeared back through the beads. "Found them!" 

"Hmm, yes," she muttered coming back into the room and picking up the card. She stood and held it at arm's length, squinting as she skimmed it. A few minutes later, after a series of mumbled, she spoke, "Veralyn Terradona, your mother is Caia, a muse from the Burke Bloodline." 

I stiffened. "How do you know that?" 

She smiled, placed the card back into the box, and retreated to the room behind the beads. "You can say it's part of my job description—to know about all the . . . lower demons." 

We stared each other down before Asher moved and drew our attention. He settled his elbows on the table. "Now for the reason I'm here." 

Astryd waved her hand and sat. "Yes, yes. I couldn't make out what you were saying over the phone. Something about a spell." 

"An unbinding spell." 

"Mm-hmm, Mm-hmm." She absently nodded her head, reaching for the tarot cards on the table. She looked up at me. "Would you mind shuffling?" 

I bared my teeth. "Yes." 

"Ash?" she questioned. 

"An unbinding spell," he bit off in response. "I need one. Immediately." 

She started shuffling the cards herself, the action so repetitive I knew she'd done it a thousand times over. "All right. What's bound?" 

I felt my stomach drop to the floor at his word. "Us." 

"You and me?" I questioned instantly, shifting my body in front of his. 

Pale green eyes bored into mine. "Yes." 

"No we aren't," I argued. "Pretty sure I would have remembered binding to you or whatever. Not something a girl forgets." 

He leaned forward and I got a whiff of him: sweat, testosterone, musk. Basely male. I drew back instantly, fighting the immediate response of my body. "You bit me when we were en flagrante." 

As if the witch didn't know that meant SEX in all capital letters. "Well you bit me first!" 

I felt something smack me up against the head and spun around to see Astryd out of her chair, one arm braced on the table with the other pointed at me. "Idiot! You bit a vampire while sharing your body. Do you know how stupid you are?" 

I rubbed the spot on my head, not because it hurt but to make her feel bad. "I have a feeling you're going to tell me." 

She waved her fingers and a chair flew across the room from a corner and slammed the backs of my knees. "Sit." 

Asher's hand shot to my hip and tugged me down. The minute my butt hit the seat, Astryd started in, "There are several steps in a binding. The first is—" 

"Pause," I interrupted. "What exactly is a binding?" 

Her eyes bulged. "Tell me you're not serious." She looked at Asher. "Tell me she's not serious." 

He lifted a shoulder and dropped it. "She's lived a sheltered life as the daughter of Redkin." 

Astryd gasped, swayed on her feet, and collapsed back into her chair. She yanked off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose, eyes squeezed shut. "The president's daughter is sitting in my shop bound to a Varacolaci. Goddess preserve me!" 

I hated to ask it but . . . . "What's a Varacolaci?" 

She moved her hand from her eyes and slapped it on the table. "The original name of the vampire. What they were before the legends and the misinformation. The firsts of their kind." 

She breathed out a sigh and shook her head. "I don't even know where to start." She reached for the cards again and started to shuffle. "Binding is the term used when objects are linked. It is simple if it's inanimate binding, like rope on skin. When it's demons—a vampire?" She stopped and shivered, eyes darting to Asher before finding me again. "You have to understand, bonding is done in a series of specific steps. In the old days it would be done in front of a group, similar to a handfasting or marriage." 

My eyes bulged. Marriage? 

She continued before I could ask the question burning on my tongue. "First, the bodies are bound. Second, the minds are bonded. Vampires do this through their bites, an enzyme in their fangs infects the blood and connect their minds to the bitten. Think of them like a virus." 

"And the third?" I prompted when she didn't continue. 

"Binding of the soul." She waved her hand, as if the third was insignificant. "It happens so infrequently that few ever get to that level. The other party must knowingly and willingly bite the other back. It opens the soul and allows the person to enter. But I'm sure you two didn't get to that point." 

Asher was silent, and I was still reeling over the whole marriage to a vampire thing. 

"You didn't, Ash," she pleaded, leaning forward to grip his hand. "You couldn't have." 

There was the slightest movement in his forehead. A vein throbbed. The movement felt like a scream of his guilt. 

"It had been too long since I last touched someone." 

"And you thought with your penis." She laughed harshly. "Of all people, I expected better from you." 

He flashed fang in a move I was starting to learn was a warning. "Expect nothing. You will enjoy it more." 

I dived into the conversation, trying to gain footing on an ever-changing terrain. "So, I'm bound to Asher. But you can undo it, right?" 

Astryd sighed. "It's old magic, borne from the start. Unbinding minds is hard enough, but souls?" She shook her head and focused on Asher. "I could kill one or both of you if I tried. Precision is the only thing that matters, and if my spell is off by a sound, a slight mispronunciation, everything could be ruined. I'm not even sure if my rules would allow it." 

"The Witches' Code you mean?" I asked. 

"Yes." She set the deck down and picked up the one parallel, starting the shuffling process anew. "'Do as ye will, harm none'. If I harm you I can only imagine what the Mother Goddess would do to me." 

Asher's voice was flat. "You won't do it." 

Astryd shuffled faster. "I can't, Ash. I'm good at the craft, but not that good." 

I leaned forward in my chair, on the edge of my sanity. When had running away turned into such a complicated matter? When had sex for a succubus had such deadly consequences? 

I gripped the chair arms until they creaked under my fingers. "What happens to us now that we're bound?" 

"You transcend death. The Mother Goddess is picky, chooses the souls she allows to cycle through, be destroyed, and those that are re-configured. Bound souls always cycle through, finding each other in the next life again and again ad infinitum." 

I felt sick, I think. I didn't know. Succubi didn't get sick. I scrambled out of my chair and raced out of the shop, gulping in tainted human air as if the smells weren't revolting but just what I needed. 

I couldn't deal with forever, I could barely get through one day. Marriage to Gordon seemed wonderful now. At least I knew I could never be bound to him. He could take my body, maybe even weasel his way into my mind, but never my soul. Knowingly and willingly give the giant access? Never. I'm not even sure how I did that with Asher. I'd been out of my mind, and he'd been in it. All I'd wanted was a piece of him—he'd been under my skin, I'd wanted to be under his. 

"Stupid, stupid idiot," I raged against myself. This was all my fault. For twenty-six years I controlled my libido, yet a minute in Asher's presence had my ankles at my ears. 

I heard the ding of a bell and realized that Asher hadn't immediately followed me out. The thought made me feel worse. I should run. Why weren't my feet carrying me away? Because you can't out-run infinity. 

"Come inside, Vera," he coaxed gently. "It's cold out." 

Gentle. He became gentle after I bit him back. I whirled, white hair smudging the black night. "Why didn't you stop me? You could have. You're the fastest thing I've seen, and you were already in my mind. Why didn't you stop me?" 

I'd heard him in my head. It wasn't my imagination or some fever dream conjured by my time of the month. He knew what would happen. The vampire had been in control from the start. He could have stopped it. 

"I couldn't have," the words carried to me, soft. 

I growled, "Liar." 

"I never lie. What is done is done. If there is a way out, I will find one. However, you are mine. Now until we are unbound." His eyes flashed crimson. "I take care of what's mine." 

That was the third time he'd said it, and apparently the third time wasn't a charm but a spell. I turned back to the bustling city and wrapped my arms around myself. I dealt with sudden change like most people: poorly. But I dealt with it. When my mother popped up in my life, infrequently as it was, she always had some lesson to impart. It didn't always have to do with my predicaments at the time, but I cherished each one because I knew my mother didn't talk to hear her own voice. Muses were silent creatures, choosing to let others speak for them, find their own path, and carve their own mark on the world. 




She Knows Ch. 07



"Change is a natural part of life," she told me the year I turned fifteen and discovered my succubus half. "What doesn't change, doesn't grow. What doesn't grow, dies. You may not embrace the change, Veralyn, but please accept it." 

I applied her words to my current situation. "Until we find a way to undo this, I am yours," I acceded, pivoting on a heel and taking three strides to stand in front of Asher. "But it implies in kind. You are mine." 

His eyes were lighter than before, seeming to reflect my hair. I stared him down, refusing to concede this point. "You can fuck Silvia after we're done." 

His arm curved around my waist and pulled me flush against him. He lowered his head to my neck and ran his lips and fangs over the vein. "I agree, I am yours. But even if I wasn't I wouldn't sleep with Silvia." 

I let him press against me a moment longer before pushing past him and re-entering Astryd's shop. "You need to tell her that." 

Astryd hadn't moved from her chair, but the tarot cards were no longer in her hands. I approached carefully, cautious of any barriers. "Is there anything else I should know?" I asked when I reached the table. 

She nodded to the deck on her left. "Pick up a card and see." 

"I'd rather not." 

She gave me a patient smile. "My kind are known as tricksters because we can't be murderers. You demons have no such problem." I raised my brow at the pronouncement, but she continued, "If you pick up that card, you might discover a clue as to the journey you're about to take. Whether you heed my premonition or not, it will manifest." 

I stared her down for a long moment. She was right about the trickster thing. A witch might send a demon off course, but it was never with malicious intent. I was far from trusting her, but picking a card that might help me decipher the complicated prediction didn't seem like a bad deal. 

I reached for the deck, but her hand stopped me. It hovered over the cards. "Pick them up and spread them out first," she instructed. "Then choose three." 

I did it, and stared at the cards I'd drawn from left to right. I wasn't well versed in tarot, a kind way of saying I knew nothing about the craft. I focused on the pictures on the cards and the titles. The Moon card had a lobster crawling from the sea and moving on what looked like a road. On the right side of the road was a wolf, on the left a dog. A giant moon hung overhead, crying, its tears falling between two buildings. The middle card was the Two of Pentacles. I only knew that from the Roman number two at the top, and the pentacle balls in the juggler's hands. Surrounding the balls was an infinity symbol and behind the juggler were boats bobbing on some seriously bad waves. The third and last card was the five of swords. Again, the roman number five was written at the top, punctuated by the five swords being picked up by a man. There were two other men with the sword collector, but one was walking away and the other looked like he was crying. 

I looked up at Astryd. "What do they mean?" 

Her fists were clenched into tight balls, eyes focused like lasers on the cards. "Many things to me, but my own interpretations wouldn't help you. You need to decide what they mean without my interference." She pointed to each card, starting with the one on the left and working her way over. "Your past, present, and future." 

I stared down at the cards again. The Moon card was my past. I decided to suspend my belief and read it as if my life depended on it—from the prediction Astryd gave, it did. I stared at the card and my thoughts jumbled up into an immediate mess of fear, savagery, and acceptance. Trying to discover the signification of the dog, wolf, lobster, and twin buildings was about as easy as taking out a den of vamps with only my whip. I took a mental snapshot of the card, deciding to research the meanings later, and then moved on. 

The two of pentacles was my present, and not at all hard to figure out. I thought the infinity symbol was probably the bond I now had with Asher, and the juggling was me trying to find a way to deal with that and balance it. The ships on the crazy waves behind probably meant we would have a turbulent relationship, but they were in one piece, so I would probably be fine through the ups and downs. 

I moved to the last card, my future, the Five of Swords. Swords were synonymous with fighting and death, however these swords didn't have blood on them. They were being picked up by a sad looking guy and another guy was crying in the back. Was I going to die or was I going to lose some fight? The sword didn't leave me warm and fuzzy about my future, settling into the pit of my stomach like Astryd's prediction. 

I slid the cards toward the witch. "Tell me what you think they mean." 

She shook her head gently. "That is for you to find out. You will begin to understand the cards as they manifest in your life. I have faith you will understand the full weight of the reading when the time is right." 

I smirked and leaned away from the table. "You really like to be cryptic, don't ya?" 

She reached for the spread-out tarot cards and started to put them back in a deck, shuffling as she did so. "You say cryptic, I say clear." 

I opened my mouth to argue, but Asher touched my arm gently. "It's time to go, Vera." 

I looked at Astryd and she extended her hand toward me. Her accent was thick around her parting words, "You are the first demon I haven't thought about sending halfway across the world." 

I took her hand, feeling a tremble run through me at the touch. Astryd was powerful, much more than she let on. "You're the first witch I haven't wanted to kill." 

It wasn't a warm farewell by any stretch, but it was another chink in what I knew of the world I lived. Witches were powerful, perhaps more than demons, but they didn't kill. Their tricks weren't malicious or bad. Maybe they only tricked to save themselves, to get out of an uncomfortable situation. And vampires . . . well, that was an issue I wasn't yet able to come to terms with. Reconciling all I'd been taught based on the words of one demon didn't sit well with me. Then again, blindly accepting what I'd been told left a bad taste in my mouth. 

As we walked out into the night again, I came to the conclusion that words meant little in the world, actions would be where I got my knowledge.



She Knows Ch. 08



All comments and criticisms welcome. 

*

About a week later, I was leaving my house when my cell phone buzzed in my pocket.

"Are your panties clean?" Jess asked.

I told her they were, folded neatly and laying on my dresser beneath the pair she left behind.

"Good. Have them on and be at the back entrance to Henry's office at 6," she said before hanging up.

Six was going to be tough. I needed to take sports pictures at the high school that afternoon, and the games often went later than that.

I stuffed the panties in the front pocket of my camera bag and left, my mind racing with the promise of interesting evening ahead.

* * *

As I feared, the game ran long. I raced across town and arrived at Henry's office a couple of minutes after 6.

Jess was waiting inside the back door to let me in, a matching red and black bra and panty set peeking out from under what I assumed to be Henry's dress shirt.

"I thought you would never get here," she said. "He had a hard-on when I got here 20 minutes ago."

She led me into the private bath adjacent to Henry's office. I dropped my camera bag next to her purse, which was sitting on the floor. I slipped the lanyard that held my press ID over my head and dropped it on my bag before shucking my clothes.

"We've got to do something about the way you smell," she said. "You smell like a man. Henry is expecting a nice, warm female mouth on his cock."

She produced a small bottle of lavender scented soap from her bag and I took a quick "whore's bath" using a washcloth I found under the vanity.

I slipped into my panties and presented myself for Jess' inspection. She reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle of perfume. After a spritz to my panty-covered crotch and torso, she took my hand and led me into Henry's office.

He was sitting on a large leather sofa, a blindfold covering his eyes. In our absence, his cock had flagged a little. Still, half-hard and laying against his leg, I could see it was bigger than that of Jess' husband. Probably 9 inches hard and twice as thick as my own.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting," she said to him.

"Hello, ladies," Henry said.

Jess put her fingers to her lips, as if I needed a reminder not to speak.

"She's a little shy," Jess said as she curled up on the couch beside him, her hand trailing up his thigh and over his dick.

"What is she wearing?" He asked. "Tell me everything."

"Well, she's got much smaller titties than I do, so she doesn't even need a bra," Jess said as she nibbled at his ear. "And she is wearing the cutest little pair of pink satin bikini panties. They show off her amazing little ass. Would you like to feel them?"

"Yes, please."

Jess motioned for me to come closer and turn around. I presented my panty-covered bottom.

Jess took Henry's hand and helped him caress my ass.

"Mmmm. Very nice," he said.

When I turned around, Henry's cock was standing at full attention. Jess pushed his knees apart and Henry scooted his bottom toward the edge of the sofa. I knelt between his legs, coming face to face with his erection.

I leaned in and let my tongue trail over his balls before taking a long, slow lick up the length its his shaft.

Henry moaned his approval and Jess cooed with delight.

"Are you ready for her to suck your cock?" she asked.

"Yes, please. I need it. Please suck me."

Jess took hold of the base of his shaft and I repositioned myself over Henry's cock. I opened wide and took him into my warm wet hole. When his dick hit the back of my throat, I closed my lips around his cock.

"Oh, shit," Henry said. "Oh, shit." I took as much of his fat cock in as I could, my lips just brushing against Jess's hand as she continued to squeeze his shaft. As much as I wanted, I knew there was no way I could risk pushing further onto his rod. The unwomanly choking sounds I was sure to make would be a dead giveaway.

Instead, I increased the suction, and slowly let all but the head of his dick slide from my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his tip, letting the taste of his precum fill my mouth. My own cock, untouched since I slipped into the pink satin, was straining against the fabric. 

As I worked his dick slowly, making sure he could feel his head pushing against the roof of my mouth, Jess kept up her conversation.

"Are you enjoying this, baby?" she asked. "I think she likes it, too. You should see her face, she looks so cute with your dick in her mouth."

"I wish I could see her, too," Henry said between moans. "I love the way she is sucking my cock."

As I worked, I glanced up. Jess had pushed Henry's hand between her thighs and he was stroking her pussy through her panties.

"Ohhhhh. That's it," she said. "Feel my wet panties. Watching you get sucked off has me soaked."

"I want to eat you," he said.

"Later, baby. I want you to suck and fuck me. But now, you just enjoy your blowjob."

"I can't hold out much longer," he said. "I'm going to cum."

Jess' hand began to stroke the base of his cock, and I worked hard to make the most tongue to dick contact that I could up top. Henry was moaning, and his hips started to buck.

"Come in her mouth," Jess said. "Fill her little slut throat with your load."

Henry's hip lifted from the sofa as the first wave of cum flooded my mouth. 

"Ohhhhhhhh. Shit. Shit. Shit. Ohhhhhh," he moaned.

I swallowed hard, but I couldn't keep it all in. I could feel some his load escaping my lips, even as I fought to hang on.

I kept swallowing as his cock flooded my mouth with cum. Henry was lost in his orgasm, a string of grunts and groans coming from his mouth as Jess cooed her encouragement in his ear.

When it finally subsided, I reluctantly let his shrinking dick go. I lapped up a trail of cum that had fallen across his balls before sitting back on the floor.

Jess wasted no time. She pushed Henry over on the couch and planted her snatch in his face.

"My turn, baby. Lick me. Eat my pussy," she said.

Henry mumbled something that sounded like "Thank you," from between her thighs.

I took this as my cue to get the hell out.

As I reached the door that led to the bathroom and my clothes, I looked over my shoulder. Jess was grinding her cunt in his face, intent on getting off.

I gathered my clothes and my bag and hurried to my car. My cock was no longer hard, but the precum I had leaked into my panties had soaked through.

* * *

I had just dropped my stuff inside my front door, when my phone buzzed again. It was Tom.

"Jess is out of town until late tonight," he said. "Wanna come over for a beer?"

I quickly changed my underwear, slipping on a pair of boxer briefs before leaving for my second sexual encounter of the day with the taste of Henry's load still fresh in my mouth.

As I entered his subdivision, my phone buzzed with a text: "Door's open. Come on in."

I found Tom on his couch in front of his giant TV.

"Get yourself a beer," he said.

"Maybe later," I said. "I didn't come here for beer."

Tom set his bottle on the end table, stood and took off his pants.

"Well, come get what you want," he said.

I knelt before him, leaned in and let my lips trail over the growing bulge in his underwear.

I pulled the cotton barrier away from my prize, hooking the waistband under his scrotum. His cock stood proudly from his torso and as a sign of respect, I gave the tip a kiss.

But Tom hadn't invited me over to genuflect. He wanted to feel my lips and tongue thrill him before I took his load into my warm, willing mouth.

I put my hand atop his cock and with just the tip of my tongue sticking between my lips, I pressed against the base of his shaft.

With pressure from my hand, I kept my mouth sealed to his dick as I licked the length of his manhood.

"Oh, yeah," Tom said with a moan. "That's it."

I let my hand slip down around the base of his cock, and when my tongue reached his cock head, I shifted my body so I could take him into my mouth. Just as I had done earlier with Henry, I took him inside me, trying not to touch his dick until he hit the back of my throat.

Tom groaned his approval as his hand found the back of my head, holding me deep on his dick. I sucked in sharply, increasing the suction on his shaft while swirling my tongue as best I could.

When the grip on the back of my head eased, I slowly let his dick slip from my mouth, until I felt the rim of his cock head snag against my lips. Tom guided me into a slow, steady pace, leaving me to enjoy the sensations of having the second cock of the day in my mouth.

With my eyes closed, I could concentrate on the way his dick rubbed against the roof of my mouth and the taste of his skin as I worked my tongue on his shaft. 

While I was hoping to take my time, working his cock until he could take no more, Tom had other ideas. I could feel his shaft swelling.

"I'm going to cum," Tom moaned, pushing my head deep onto his dick. With my nose buried in his pubes, he filed my mouth with his load, leaving me to swallow rapidly to take it all.

When he let go, I let his cock slip from my mouth and sat back on my legs. Tom disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a cold beer for each of us.

"Thanks. I needed that," he said. "Jess has been preoccupied this week."

I didn't let on that I might know why.

Tom took a long pull from his bottle, eying me as he did.

"Not thirsty? I figured you might need to wash it down," he said.

"To tell you the truth," I said as I climbed up to sit on the couch, "I like the way it tastes and I don't want to lose it just yet."

Tom and I watched TV for a bit, shooting the breeze. We'd been sitting there about 30 minutes when Tom turned to me.

"Do you want to suck me some more?"

I didn't say anything. Instead, I stood and prepared to get between his legs, but Tom stopped me.

"Take off your clothes," he said.

When I was naked, Tom looked me up and down.

"No panties today?"

I smiled, thinking about my afternoon.

"Not today," I said.

"That's too bad," he said. "Maybe I wanted to pull down your panties and fuck your man pussy."

"Well, how about this: I'll take my underwear off myself and ride your dick until you fill my ass?" I asked.

"Let's do it," he said.

Tom spread his knees and I dropped to mine. I grabbed his cock and began to stroke it as I licked at the base and his balls. As his dick stiffened, I ran my lips up his shaft, doing to suck and lick at the sensitive skin under his cock head.

"Mmmmmm. Work that dick," Tom said. "Show me how much you want it."

I opened my mouth and took him as deep as I could. As my mouth worked up and down, Tom moaned and grabbed the back of my head.

With his hand guiding me, we built a steady rhythm. Tom's cock head pushed against the roof of my mouth and soon the taste of his precum filled my throat.

"Are you ready to ride this dick?" Tom asked as he held my head still and worked his dick in and out of my mouth.

I nodded a best I could with a mouthful of cock.

Tom released me and I slowly let his erection slip from between my lips.

"There's a bottle of lube in the master bathroom," he said. "Go get it."

When I came back, Tom was laying on the floor, his head propped against the couch. His cock had flagged some, not completely unexpected after the load he'd dropped in my mouth earlier.

I squeezed a dollop of lube into my left hand and began stroking his dick. As I worked his cock with my hand, I removed my underwear and masturbated with my right hand.

My cock stiffened quickly and I slowed my stroking. I didn't want to cum.

Tom picked up the lube bottle and motioned for my hand.

"Get that ass ready for me," he said, dropping lube onto my fingers.

An electric jolt shot through my body when my slick fingers rubbed across my rosebud. My sphincter gripped my finger as I pushed it into my ass. I added a second slick digit and finger-fucked my butt as I jerked Tom's hard cock.

He was ready. I was ready.

I straddled his torso, facing away from him. I reached between my legs and grabbed his cock, pressing it into my ass crack. I slid up and down, letting his dick head brush against my asshole.

I pushed back and his dick head pushed past my outer anal wall. Tom and I moaned in unison. I settled onto his cock, until he was fully inside me.

I leaned forward slightly, grabbing Tom's calves. As I rose up, most of his shaft slid from my hole. As I rode his dick with long, slow strokes , Tom grabbed my ass, spreading my cheeks, giving him a better view of his cock disappearing into my ass.

"Fuck yeah," Tom moaned. "Ride that dick."

I had never been control of having my ass fucked before and I experimented with different angles and rhythms, listening for Tom's moans as a sign of his approval.

"Turn around," he said.

As I complied, Tom was looking at my cock. I was limp, my focus on fucking him had taken all my concentration.

"Jerk your dick," Tom said. "Show me how much you like my big cock filling your ass."

"I love it," I said as my hand made my cock spring to life. "I have your cum in my belly and now I want it in my ass."

"You are such a cock-slut," Tom moaned. "Work my dick. Earn my load."

I bounced faster and faster, my hand stroking my own dick as his plowed my hole. I couldn't last.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh shit," I moaned. 

My ass muscles clinched around Tom's buried shaft, intensifying my orgasm. My cum shot across his torso. Tom pushed up against me, trying to get deeper in me as he came, too.

"Fuuuuuuck. Yes. Yes. Yes," he yelled.

As our orgasms subsided, Tom scooped two fingers through the line of my cum that splattered across his body. He reached for my mouth, and I took his fingers in, sucking my ejaculate from them.

With his other hand, he reached for his face. A glob of my load had landed on his chin. He wiped it onto his hand as I let his fingers go and started to apologize.

Tom shook me off. He stuck his finger in his mouth, tasting my cum.

"Not bad," he said. "Not my thing, but not bad."

We cleaned up a bit, I dressed and said my good-byes.

When I got to the car, there was a text on my phone from Jess: "Today was great. Call you tomorrow with details."



She Knows Ch. 08



Asher went to his bike the minute we were out of Astryd's shop, but I didn't follow him. I was sick of being dragged; I wanted to do the dragging. I started down the street, and he was beside me in a second, hand clamped around my arm. "Again?" 

I shrugged him off. "Stop manhandling me. Would it kill you to just ask me to come along? It's not like I can really say no." 

He let me go, but didn't step back. There was no personal space around the vampire. "Where are you going?" 

I shrugged, moving my hands. "It's still late. The sun's not supposed to be up for a few more hours. I want to walk around." 

"You don't like the human world." 

"Oh, but I'd like your bed better. Is that it?" 

The sexual tension was rolling off him in the same chaotic waves as me. The kiss in the alley had been stupid, reckless. I'd tried ignoring him for most of the visit with Astryd, but I wasn't blind. He was rock hard and ready to go; I was slick and needy. But hell if I wanted to give into my nature! 

Asher finally leaned away, crossing his arms over the wide expanse of his chest. "You want to walk around," he stated, obviously avoiding the bed comment. 

I nodded. "Yeah. Got a problem with that?" 

"Not at all." He took out a cellphone from his jean pocket, punched a number, and barked a series of commands into the receiver, "Madison and E 117th street, Harlem. Come pick up my bike. Astryd has the keys." He hung up, sped into Astryd's shop, and was back by my side in a minute. 

He gestured to the mildly busy street. "After you." 

I raised my eyebrow at him, and he flashed me a charming smile. I turned, placed one foot in the other, and walked down the street. After a few blocks, I felt prompted by the silence to speak, "Who are you?" 

Asher kept pace beside me, long legs stretched out in front. "I'm not ready for you to know that." 

The answer caught me off-guard, but then my life felt like a series of caught-off-guard moments. I opened my mouth to respond, but felt no words on my tongue. He hadn't been vague, hadn't really diverted the conversation, just didn't answer. 

"Why?" I asked after a long minute. 

"Because right now it would do more harm than good." 

"How?" 

"You've already had your world turned upside down, I'd prefer not to do the same to your galaxy." 

I bit my tongue. The man was being super annoying, and I wasn't any closer to the answer than I had been. I blew out a tuft of white hair from my eyes. "Promise you'll tell me." 

His voice was solemn, "When the time is right I will." 

We walked a bit more, our legs eating the sidewalk, breaths perfuming the night. There were so many questions buzzing like worker bees in my head, but they all fell dead on my lips. His words would mean nothing. I wasn't upset that he didn't tell me about himself because I was pretty sure I wouldn't believe him. While my body had readily taken up the declaration of my mind to judge on action, my brain was still catching up. For a life filled with conversation, with being told what was what and accepting it easily, watching people's actions was foreign and difficult. 

I cast a glance at Asher, observing him. His gait was relaxed and slow, the slight tilt to his lips and his heavy lidded eyes declaring he was free from the weight of the world. I needed to master the look. 

"I'm not sure what the hell I'm doing," I admitted suddenly. 

He laughed harshly. "Join the club." 

I folded my arms behind my head, pointing my elbows to the sky. "You seem to have your shit together." 

"Appearance is seven-tenths the battle." 

I was about to agree when a screeching cry rattled my ears. "Vera!" 

I snapped my head down and navigated my eyes through the people to the end of the street. Robin and Daphne stood there, arms waving and brilliant smiles on their faces. I didn't think, just reacted. Shoving Asher hard into the alley we were striding past, I shot him a "stay there" look before jogging up to my friends. 

"Where the fuck have you been?" Robin exploded. 

"Lost." 

"And you didn't think to come look for us?" 

"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" 

She glared a second longer, before her face softened and she pulled me into a rib crushing hug. "Damn, Vera, you scared us to death. I'm just glad you're okay." 

I hugged her back with the same ferocity. "I'm glad you're okay too. See this is exactly why I don't trust witches." 

"She delivered on her promise," Robin argued. 

I snorted and pulled back. "Uh-huh." 

"Oh, who cares," Daphne sighed, exhausted. She tugged me forward and hugged me too. "We're just happy that you're alright. We were so worried about you." 

"I landed in the subway tunnels." 

She nodded. "Us too. Must have been different places though. How'd you get out?" 

"I started walking, and then I got to the station platform and went above ground." 

Robin clicked her tongue. "Quick question: who did you push into the alley?" 

"Huh?" 

"You pushed a dude into the alley." She narrowed her eyes at my blank face. "I saw you do it." 

My mind raced for an easy answer. "A vampire," I said, reaching for something close to the truth. "I was fighting with a vampire, and I got away, but another one jumped out at me. I drove my knife into his heart." 

"You have a knife?" She whistled slowly, tilting her head back and taking me in. "I don't remember you having a knife or a change of clothes? What have you been doing, girl?" 

"Broke into a store. Got new clothes. Got new weapons." I smiled reassuringly at them. "I wasn't sure if I'd see you guys and I couldn't walk around in a dress with no protection." 

I smiled and pointed my thumb back at the alley. "I have to go grab my bag. I think it left it there. And I gotta, um, burn the bodies." 

"Want us to come with you?" Daphne asked, casting a glance behind me. 

I shrugged. "If you're not worried about getting vamp blood on you, sure." 

Robin shook her braids, and pointed to a twenty-four hour diner across the street. "Meet us in there. If we don't see you in five minutes, we're gettin' your ass." 

I bit the inside of my lip, nodded, and looped back up the street. I was just entering the alley when Asher's hand shot out and pinned me against the brick wall. I was instantly reminded of another brick wall he'd pushed me against only hours ago. I took deep breaths and tried desperately to calm my libido. Turning my head, I caught the gaze of a giant gray rat standing atop a trash can a few feet away. His whiskers twitched before he saw me and scampered off. 

"What was that?" Asher demanded. 

I shrugged as much as he allowed. "They would have known you were a vampire instantly. How do you suppose I could have explained that?" I raised a brow, and dropped my voice to a sugar sweet falsetto, "Hey girls. Oh this hulking mass of sexy vampire—he's the dude I'm currently bound to forever. I know I used to kill vamps, but his magical cock let me see the light." 

Asher's lips twitched, smoothed, twitched, and smoothed. I realized he was trying to keep from laughing. His voice was guttural and an octave too high for his usual baritone. "Magical cock?" 

I rolled my eyes. "Silvia never told you that? I thought she worshiped it." 

"That's the third time you've mentioned my maid," he purred, pressing closer. "Jealousy looks good on you." 

We flashed from one moment to the next, from anger to lust. It was explosive, more dangerous than any active volcano or nuclear plant. For all the disasters humans created, Mother Nature topped them all with desire. 

Our gazes clashed, and I saw myself in his pale green eyes a minute from now, legs locked around his waist, head thrown back, pussy tight and wet and completely his. 

Asher growled, eyes dilating. "Five minutes." 

"Two more than we need," I returned with a growl of my own. 

We stayed locked another second before he pulled back, deliberately dragging my hard nipples across his chest. I crossed my arms as the space between us increased until the scent of garbage was all I could smell. 

I choked back my gag. "Can you wait here? I'll get rid of them and come back." 

He sliced his head to the side. 

"Then what should I tell them? Hmm?" 

He flashed me that warning smile. "Whatever you like, Vera." 

I didn't have a choice either way: Asher was too powerful to fight against and my friends were too possessive to escape. And I did want to see them; they were life rafts to me in my sea of unfamiliarity We strode across the street and entered the diner. There was no bell heralding our arrival, but the smell clinging to our clothes from the garbage-packed alley was a great substitute. 

Robin had a slice of Boston creme pie in front of her and Daphne was sipping a cup of coffee. They couldn't have looked more foreign in the restaurant if they tried. Daphne was pressed perfect complexion in a chic baby doll dress the color of Granny Smith apples. Cream accessories decorated her neck, ears, and wrist, flowing nicely into the neutral flats she wore. Her black hair was cut in a cute bob that touched her chin every time she moved. 

Robin was Daphne's opposite in almost every way. She loved dark clothes, and lived for the more risque side of fashion. Her hair was a collection of black braids falling past her waist and clashing with the rich royal blue of her fitted blazer that doubled as her top, showing off her breasts and belly button. The low-slung dark-washed jeans cupped her ass perfectly and the heeled boots poking out from the cuffs gave the outfit that edgy quality. She didn't wear any jewelry except for a threadbare bracelet at her wrist. I'd asked her about it once and she shut down completely. But what were succubi without a few secrets? 

Daphne looked up first and the coffee cup dropped from her hand. It exploded when it hit the floor sending shards of decade-old porcelain everywhere while the coffee pooled. She snatched her feet back as the dark liquid crawled to her shoes. A waitress came a second later, and quickly cleaned everything up and placed another cup on the table before we even made it to the girls. 

Robin was much better. Pausing with the fork of cream and chocolate halfway to her mouth, she gave me a look, raised a brow, and deliberately took the bite. "I thought I was the one who played with fire, Vera," Robin said in Balinese after she chewed and swallowed. 

I deliberately used English as I approached the table. "Thought I'd see what all the fuss was about." 

Robin smiled wide, but fear still touched her eyes. "He's not sitting with us. He's still lucky to be alive." 

"Suddenly become a vampire killer?" 

"I could." 

I frowned and glanced between the two. Daphne was practically vibrating in her seat, taking quick, gasping breaths, and Robin was drawn up tighter than string on a bow. I switched to Balinese. "He's safe. He's my—" I searched for the right word, but mate sounded too werewolf romance novel, husband was a human word that couldn't describe him, and boyfriend . . . just no. "—lover." 

Robin let out a high whistle. "I revise my statement. You're playing with an atomic bomb." 

I held my tongue between my teeth and flashed her a smile. "Don't you just wish you were me?" 

She barked out a short laugh. 

"I thought you hated vampires?" Daphne asked softly, finally joining the conversation though her eyes remained locked on Asher. 

"Thin line." 

"Seriously, girl, what the hell is going on?" Robin gave up the relaxed pretense and slammed her hands of the table. "You just killed a den of vamps a couple days ago. You detest those things. Does he have something on you? Is that why you're doing this?" 

"I'm fine," I switched completely to English. "Relax, Asher is not like other vampires." 

"A half-breed?" she sneered. 

"Don't be rude, Robin," I chided, feeling silly because I'd said the same thing when I first met him. 

Asher ignored us and pushed me into the booth. I slid into the cracked 60s vinyl seat and propped my elbows on the smooth wood surface of the table. He climbed in beside me and slung an arm around my shoulders. 

Robin and Daphne flinched at the blatant display of possession, but I ignored it. "When I say he's not like other vampires, I mean sexually. If I didn't see his fangs I would have thought he was an incubus. Actually I did," I added offhandedly, crafting the lie as I went. "I thought he was an incubus who could help me, and then my monthlies flared up and—well, by the time I realized what he was, killing him seemed contrite and pointless." 

Robin licked her lips as she stared at Asher with new eyes. "I can definitely see that." She blinked, rattled by her own reaction. Clearing her throat, she leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. "Does the vampire talk?" 

"Yes," he purred in that near-incubus voice of his. The girls shivered, just as affected as I was. "Any other questions, succubus?" 

Robin flipped her braids, grabbed her fork, and stabbed the pie. Eyes trained on Asher's face, she popped the pie heavy fork in her mouth, doing some nasty things with her tongue and subtly sending out her succubus power to him. I felt it curve around my body, and race up my thighs. She smiled wide and then it disappeared completely, and she recoiled. 

Asher laughed darkly. "No affect." 

"There's always an affect." 

I reached below the table and felt Robin's foot on Asher's crotch. He was soft. "Told ya he's different." 

She withdrew her foot and forked another piece of pie, exnaying the tongue show. "That's not a positive, Vera." 

Daphne—bless her heart—broke the thick tension, "Would you like anything to eat, Mr. . .?" 

"Asher," he supplied. 

I opened my mouth, but the waitress arrived. She looked young and tired. Her brown skin pale, and huge bags under her eyes. "Welcome. My name's Christine." She handed us menus, and pulled out a notepad and pen from her apron. "Can I get you folks something to drink?" 

Asher gave the ratty menu a quick glance. "Modelo." 

I raised my brow. I was going to enjoy seeing him suck the beer down. "Water please," I said. 

"Ready to order?" she asked, pen still poised. 

"I'm good. Thanks" 

Asher shook his head. 

The waitress nodded, tucked her notepad and pen into her apron then grabbed the menus. "I'll be right back with those drinks. Let me know if you get hungry later and I'll bring the menus back." 

We waited until she returned with our drinks and left again before picking up the conversation. "Did you meet your brother, Daphne?" 

She nodded and took a sip of her coffee. "Yeah. We're staying at his house." 

"Have you heard anything about my dad?" 

"No," Robin joined. "Seems odd." 

Very. "Hopefully he's getting out of the agreement with Gordon." 

"Doubt that," Robin snorted, pushing her now empty plate to the end of table. 

"Why?" 

"Because it's not what he wants." 

"But it's what I want." 

"And when has your father ever listened to a damn thing you've said?" 

"He might." 

"Get your head our of your ass, Vera. Your father is a controlling, manipulative asshole." 

"Don't talk as if you know him." 

"I do!" she yelled, leaning over and slamming her hands on the table. "I've known him for twenty-two years. Demons. Don't. Change. " 

I blinked, taken off guard. Asher shifted beside me, his arm drawing me closer to his side, his body half shielding me from my friend. Twenty-two years? The number was off. I met Robin when I was eleven and she was thirteen. She was twenty-four now, so that meant she knew my father for almost her whole life. 

"What do you mean you've known him for twenty-two years?" I asked slowly. 

She blinked rapidly before drawing back and sitting down. "I miscalculated." 

"You sounded sure." 

"I was wrong." 

The fuck she was. "I know my dad's an asshole because of what he does to me. But he's done jack shit to you." Every time he saw the succubi, he was polite and courteous, never staying long enough to get to know them. Their impression of him was always, "He's okay." Robin sounded like she knew my father more intimately, and while he liked his demons young, daughter-age had never been his cup of tea. 

Daphne lifted her shaking cup and took a sip of her coffee. Robin just stared straight ahead. 

"What aren't you telling me?" The question burned on my tongue, another omission of how absolutely in the dark I was. 

Coffee sloshed over the side of Daphne's cup as she spoke, "Nothing." 

"Liar." 

"Drop it," Robin growled. 

"No." My skin felt calmy, my tongue heavy and dry in my mouth. Either they lied or they told the truth, and I was damned sure I wasn't going to like any of the outcomes. "You want to remain friends? Want me to trust you and all that shit? Tell me. The truth is always better than a lie." 

A grim smile curved Daphne's mouth, changing her whole look. There were shadows in her eyes, a hollowness to her cheeks, and creases across her forehead I'd never noticed before. In a second, she aged a decade—one of hard living and soul crushing secrets. "I'll tell her." 

Robin's eyes widened incrementally. "No. It won't change anything." 

"Vera," Daphne sighed softly, cupping the warmed mug between her hands and staring down into the tar-like liquid. "I was three when it happened. Your father's men came into the town, looking for a family with a young daughter and secrets to hide. He found ours." 

She paused for a long time and I held my tongue waiting for her to continue. 

"My father made a deal with the Demon President; I would be your friend and Redkin's informant and my family's secrets would be kept hidden." 

Blackmail. Sounds like my father. 

"What was the secret." 

Daphne looked up. "You know I can't tell you." 

"So my father made you be my friend?" 

"Your friend, your mentor—the stick that poked you forward on the path he wanted, the person who dispelled any rumors you heard about him." 

I couldn't say I was exactly surprised—or maybe I was so surprised my anger and outrage levels weren't functioning right. My father had always been like this; he was a control freak and I'd just gotten used to that. 

My lips parted to say—hell, I don't know—but a sob escaped them, punctuated by a tear drop splashing on my hand. I reached up to my face, felt my trembling lips and the tears racing down my cheeks. I was crying. Haha, I couldn't ever remember doing it. 

The world turned, and Asher's face blocked out everyone and everything. "Vera, look at me." 

I was looking at him. 

"Remember what I said about appearance?" 

So I couldn't cry? I had to bottle it up and live with emotional constipation? Keeping a lock on my emotions was never my strong suit, and my personality wasn't about to change sitting at a diner. 

Channeling it somewhere else was all I could do. "Kiss me." 

No hesitation. His lips descended—mouth stealing my air, tongue stealing everything else. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, sighed when my mind cleared, then laser-focused on him. Fuck, he tasted sweet. 

My body moved before my mind and I climbed on him, sat my ass on the diner's table, wrapped my arms around his neck, and sucked his energy out. He filled my mouth in waves, his power radiating out to my fingertips. 

"Vera." Robin yanked my hair. "Stop it. You're killing him." 

Killing him? 

A sudden pain on my tongue took most of the fog away, and I came back to the diner, Asher, and my reality in steps. Fangs brushed against my gums and I realized he was feeding from me, taking back what I'd stolen. 

I yanked my head back and felt him slice my tongue in half. It healed quickly. "Better?" Asher asked around fangs too big for his mouth. His face looked darker, his body bigger. 




She Knows Ch. 08



My hands shook as I pulled them back and placed a firm leash on my power. I'd never lost control like that—hell, I didn't even know I could lose control. "Are you okay?" 

"Nothing a quick bite won't fix." 

"Ha ha." 

"Eh-hem," a voice coughed from the end of the table. "Excuse me, ma'am. Would you mind getting off of the table. People have to eat there." 

Ugh, she's ma'amed me. "Sorry about that." Under her laser sharp gaze, I slid from the table and adjusted my top. 

She nodded and slid a rectangular piece of paper toward the middle of the table. "Whenever you're ready." 

"Feeling better?" 

I wanted to smack that Cheshire Cat grin right off Robin's smug face. "No. But calmer." 

"You'll get over it." 

"Thank you for taking the decision out of my hands, Robin." 

"Look, girl," she growled. "You're not the only one who's gone through shit. Think your problems are bigger than mine? Cry me a fuckin' river." 

Funny enough, it was her crass behavior that made her moment tolerable. Robin was never one to wallow, even when the moment called for it. At my older brother's funeral, she'd punched me in the shoulder and told me to get moving. "People die, Vera. Crying makes you feel bad and it doesn't do dick to bring them back." I'd forgiven her because her parents died, and she dealt with her grief by pushing past it. 

"Did you fuck my dad?" I asked, wanting to know how far they'd let him push them. 

Daphne slammed her mug down. "You know, I thought you'd scream and cry and call us betrayers. I really would have prefered it to the see-you-next-Tuesday persona you adopted." 

I vaulted from the booth and slapped her across the face. "Fuck you, Daphne!" 

She held her cheek for a second, astonishment making her eyes wide. Next thing I knew she was across the table, fingers fisted in my hair, slamming my head against the wooden backboard of the booth. 

We slipped sideways, out of the seat and landed on the floor in a heap of foul-mouthed words and fists. Gasps issued around the restaurant and a few people threatened to call the cops, but it wasn't until a table over when a couple started going at it like wolves in mating season and a little boy remarked on my "pointy fairy ears" that Asher and Robin pulled us apart. 

"Get out!" the waitress screamed at us. Asher slapped some money down on the table as he dragged me out, and Robin dragged Daphne out. I could still hear the server's screams as the door slammed, "Get the hell out!"



She Knows Ch. 09



When we were well enough away from humans, Asher and Robin let us go. I eyed Daphne through a healing black eye and tufts of hair. My shoulder felt like someone took a bite out of it, and I was pretty sure I'd bruised my tailbone. Daphne looked equally miserable, stained baby doll dress with her black bob mimicking an afro. Blood dripped from her cut lip, and her shoulder looked out of place. 

Robin stepped between us, popped Daphne's shoulder back in and turned to face me. "Ya done?" she snapped her eyes to the other succubus. "Are you both done?" 

There was another long moment before I completely shirked off Asher and stepped forward. I spat out a tooth, jammed my hands in my front pockets, and nodded. "Done." 

"Me too." 

"Good. Because we have bigger things to worry about." I looked up and watched worry cloud Robin's eyes. "Let's find a place to sit and really talk." 

Ten minutes later my mood had mellowed out and we were sitting in Riverbank park under the shade of trees. Sunrise was a little over two hours away, but I could already feel its pull. Robin paced in front of everyone, long legs eating the grass with her agitation. Daphne sat on the bench next to Asher, mumbling to herself and dotting already-set in stains. 

"Come on, Robin," I said around a yawn. "It's almost daylight. Say what you have to say so I can go home." 

She paused. "You're coming with us." 

"Ha! Not on your life." 

She spun to a stop with her hands on her hips. "I know you're mad at us, Vera, but that's no excuse to endanger yourself." 

"The safest place for her is with me," Asher interjected. 

"Yeah," she snorted. "When Redkin and the giants have a kill order out on all vamps? I don't think so." 

My jaw dropped. "What do you mean all vamps?" As far as I knew we only hunted vamps who directly attacked humans and that was more so to keep the homo sapiens from learning that we existed. Killing an entire race was . . . wrong. Even if they were vampires, that didn't mean every single vamp was a bloodthirsty monster. Never thought I'd think that, but—well shit, I do. 

I leaned forward on the bench and set my elbows on my knees. "Lets just start from the beginning, okay? You work for my dad." 

"Past tense," Robin interrupted. "Worked." 

"When you came to my room you were supposed to convince me to marry Gordon, right?" 

"Yes." 

"Why didn't you?" 

Daphne spoke, her voice calm and gentle, "Because no one deserves that fate." 

"Is there anything else you're not telling me?" I shot both of them glances. "If I find out you're lying past this point, the friendship ends and you're both on my permanent see and kill list." 

Weariness descended as the women turned to the vampire beside me and sized him up. I could tell the second they mentally slapped a Do Not Trust sign on his forehead. "Could you give us a second, Asher?" 

The look he cast me was patient, but there was a glint in his eyes. "I'll be by the water." He rose and started to walk. 

When he was far enough away, Robin and Daphne huddled around me. Voices low, they switched to Balinese, "There are more things about your father," Daphne began slowly. "Things that none of us know. About your mother and Brodie and Gordon." 

"Like what?" 

She waved an airy hand. "Redkin never trusted me. Robin?" 

The succubi shook her head, and spoke, "I'm not sure why you're with a vampire, Vera. And don't think for one second that I believe he's your 'lover'." She air quoted. "I just suggest you start thinking hard about what you've done and what you're going to do. You want to go back to your dad and pick a fight, do it. But don't think it won't come back to bite you on the butt." 

"You tried it?" 

Her eyes flashed. "Yes." There was an awkward pause as she blew out a breath and ran her fingers through her hair. "Remember how I told you my parents died?" 

I nodded. 

"That's not exactly true. Not—all the way." Her eyes scanned the lightening park, tear gathering in the corner. "Fuck, I don't even know where to start. 

"It was during your really bad monthly. You'd been coping before with no sex, but this one . . . . You were in a bad way, girl." 

I remembered it. The sheets had felt like fire against my skin, and any clothes they'd tried to dress me in I'd ripped to shreds. Even my hair had been bad, and I'd tried to pull it out before Daphne and Robin had finally pinned it to my scalp. They'd bound me to my bed, tried everything friends should never do for each other, but every orgasm I had just seemed to worsen it. I wasn't getting the type of energy I needed, and my father had strictly forbidden me from having sex. He starved me because of some long ago promise to a friend of his. 

"I called my friend Brodie," Robin continued. "And he snuck in and helped you." 

It was back before Brodie became my partner. Actually he was one of the reasons I decided to become a vampire hunter; he'd been dangerous and edgy, and I'd wanted to be like him. When he'd suggested becoming a hunter, I jumped at the opportunity and wore my father down so I could do it. 

Robin's swallow was audible. "Your father found out what I did and punished me. I was so ready for it to. There was so little I thought he could do because I'd become a staple in your life and he needed me for that. I became arrogant, and he killed my father because of it." 

No. My father was a lot of things, but not that. He wouldn't kill to get his point— 

A sudden wall in my memory cracked, and broke down. I was in a court yard. Six years old, standing beside Jasper as my father spoke down to one of his men. It was a warlock with red tipped dreadlocks and skin that was so dark, the scars he had just blended in. Except one. His left eye was missing. 

The warlock was on his knees, pleading. My father stood, lording his power over the demon. A family was brought forward, a woman and two young children. My father took the son—around my age—tied him to a pyre and burned him alive. 

The memory faded with time, and I'd glossed over my father's cruelty because it was just . . . easier to do what he wanted me to do. Better to kowtow to him and move on with my life. 

My voice didn't sound like my own when I said, "He killed your father." 

"Drew and quartered him in front of my mother and me. And then he took my mother and threatened the same thing if I didn't fall in line." 

The words hit me like a blow to the stomach, and if I ate human food I was sure I'd have thrown up. "That was why you were gone for three months." 

"Yeah. I couldn't—couldn't deal." 

"You shouldn't have to deal. That was your father!" 

"And I buried that hatchet, Vera," she whispered quietly. "Don't try to dig it up." 

God, I was angry—furious at myself. These women never betrayed me. Guilt from Robin's father gnawed at me because I was the reason for his death. She may not see it now, may have buried that rage and hurt, but soil eroded. 

"What happened to your mother?" 

The change of topic unclouded her eyes, and lifted took a tiny chunk off the weight on my shoulders. "She started to work for your dad. Got in good. Made herself useful." 

"But she's still there." 

"She's safe. My mother has certain skills Redkin needs." 

"Something other succubi don't?" 

Her eyes darted to the side. "Something like that." 

I didn't press her. The sun was rising and I was mentally and physically exhausted, and angry at myself for feeling that way. My life had been smooth sailing in comparison, and I'd done dick all to deserve it. The worst thing that happened was my brother dying, and that didn't even chart on Robin's worst moments, or Daphne's I was betting. 

My eyes strayed to the other succubus. She was completely healed, but the stains would never come out of that dress and her hair could use a good combing. White lines strained around her eyes and mouth, and her hands were fisted in her dress. I loved the girl, but there'd always been a barrier between us—as if she didn't want to like me. It wasn't a coincidence. Whatever secrets she carried, were either because of my father or made worse by him, and by extension me. I would have traded the world to never have heard any of it, to have let sleeping dogs lie and to go on with my inane existence. 

I was such a fucking coward. Being in my own skin felt gross and wrong because I was throwing a pity party and I didn't do that. I didn't wallow or feel sorry for myself—especially when I had no right to. Biting a hole through my lip, I pushed up from the bench and moved away from Daphne and Robin. 

Daphne raised her hand to stop me. "Vera, please—" 

"Let her go," Robin murmured gently, settling in my vacant seat. "Give her time to adjust." 

That just made me feel worse.



She Knows Ch. 10



I found the vampire right where he said he'd be; elbows balanced on the railing overlooking the water, his eyes were open and focused on the dark waves lapping at the concrete edge. A gray squirrel rummaging through the trashcan froze as I strode past it before scurrying down and running to a nearby tree. I brutally dashed away the tears that had started to fall the minute I'd left Daphne and Robin as I sidled up next to Asher. The metal was cool on my elbows, penetrating through the cotton of my shirt as I gazed out over the flat, reflective surface. 

"Appearance—" 

"Don't fucking talk to me about appearance," I ground out, contradicting the calm I'd been striving for. "If I want to fucking cry than I'll fucking cry. Get used to it." 

"What is it you want, Vera?" he asked softly, gently. His tone reminded me of his fanged smile, both were warnings. 

"To fuck you from here to kingdom come." 

"Profanity doesn't make you sound smarter." 

"I don't want to sound smarter." 

"Like a prepubescent teenager? You're doing a great job then." 

I whirled and shoved him hard. "Can I do anything right or is my whole life just one big mistake?" 

He reached forward and violently bound my wrists, pinning them at the small of my back. My breasts thrust out to meet his chest, shoulders to his pectorals, head tilted all the way back. "All about you, isn't it?" he remarked coolly. "So fucking easy to have remained a pawn in Redkin's game and let others suffer for you. The world bleeds for you, Vera." 

"Shut up! You don't know shit!" 

He moved closer, until his lips brushed mine with every word they formed. "Get your head out of your ass. This is life. There is no easy way through it. Anyone who has it that way needs to kill themselves because that's not living. Be hurt. Get scars. Live through it all and see the person you become. Think your life is miserable because others get hurt? You can't vicariously adopt scars." 

I faltered, knees giving out. He let me go. Let me crumble to the ground and puddle like blood from a wound. His words were too raw, and hit way too close to home. I didn't want to be hurt and get scars, I did want to experience them through others—as if the pain would equate. As if hearing about Robin's father's death would impact me like it did her. Pain hurt so freaking much, and I wasn't strong enough to deal with it. Not the emotional part. 

Cut me, bleed me, punch me, but for God's sake don't hurt me. Because everything else was superficial. Knowing my father was a killer and that the people I called friends were forced to be by my side caused the most pain. My identity was linked to others, and without those ropes holding me, I was a swiftly sinking ship. 

"Your identity is linked to you," Asher whispered quietly, squatting in front of me. 

I flinched, hard. "Reading my mind?" God, I wasn't even surprised and that worried the hell out of me. Nothing he did surprised me. "What else can you do?" 

"It's what you can do that matters, Vera." 

I looked up at him, pissed that he evaded my question. If he could read my mind, that posed a whole new issue—one I wasn't ready to deal with. Sweeping it under the rug right now worked for me. "What can I do?" I didn't know how to fly, and even my knowledge of who I was as a succubus was tied to my father. I'd never been tutored on my powers, never been able to explore either side of my demon identities. A muse was the same as a human as far as I was concerned, and being a succubus just meant I was a little stronger, faster, and harder to kill with wings and a wicked sex drive. 

Asher looked calm and removed, comfortable in his skin like no one I'd ever met. "I'm not here to indulge you in your pity and self-loathing, or tell you answers you already know. I'm not your father and I'm not your friend. You want to be led on a leash, go find someone else to do it." 

My hand was faster than my mind, and I slapped the shit out of him. His cheek turned, and an angry red welt blossomed on his pale skin. For a few tense seconds we were frozen, my hand still raised and his cheek still turned. 

My voice was chilled fury, "If you ever speak to me like that again, I'll play jump rope with your ligaments and use your eyeballs as handles." 

When he finally turned his healing cheek, there was a big smile on his face. The kind that stretched his lips to the back and let me see his gums and molars. He moved quickly, air-like, and had my hair fisted in one large hand, my eyes turned to the pinkening sky, and his fangs pressed to my jugular. If this was the wild, he'd have ripped out my throat by now—actually in every other scenario I would be dead. 

But I wasn't. 

In fact, I wasn't even afraid. Something, in my blood or bones or whatever other body parts people felt stuff in, told me that Asher would never hurt me. He wanted to—oh boy did he ever, but he wouldn't. Maybe knowing that was supposed to make me feel better, but again—yet a-fucking-gain—the non-violence was terrifying. 

Didn't interviews with a serial killer's family always start off with "He was a quiet child." Demons were the same. The more quiet, the more slight and seamless and integrated their power and hold, the more deadly, cruel, crazy sons of bitches you ended up with. Psychopathic assholes didn't get me off. 

"Ah, Vera sweetling." 

I shook, straining my already strained neck. He was in my mind. Talking in my head like he owned the place, set up a little Asher-nest. It chafed getting the words out, "Have you always been able to read my mind?" 

"One of the perks of the bite." 

Forcing my eyes closed, I followed the sound of his voice. It was the weirdest feeling, traveling through my mind to him. Very hilly and bumpy like I walked along the tracks of a rollercoaster. I found him a quarter of the way along, taking up squatter's rights with his essence. Envisioning hands, I mentally grasped onto him. I felt his physical body jerk in response. I yanked harder, pulled all he was into me until . . . 

SohotridinghimhersuckingmeonandonuntilIcan'tthinkcan'tthinkCAN'TFUCKINGTHINK! 

We broke apart at the same moment, sucking in gulps of air. "What was that?" I growled, looking at him through my curtain of white hair. 

He scowled. "You forcing your way into my mind." 

"Me?" 

"Those weren't my sexual thoughts." 

"Oh, the hell they weren't!" I glared at the massive bulge in his pants. 

He flashed me a smile and adjusted himself, lingering to give his cock a wicked stroke. I dampened, practically smelled the musk on myself. 

Masked footsteps parading across grass gave way to the steady click, click, click of heels on cement. "Vera!" Daphne cried worriedly, throwing her arms around me. "Oh my god, are you alright? We saw what the half-breed did and—we thought he was going to kill you!" 

I appreciated her concern, though not the way she phrased it. Asher and I pushed to our feet at the same time, mirror images. I ran my hand through my hair and watched him do the same. Threw the appendage down, growled, took a step closer to— 

"Vera!" Robin's sharp tongue brought me back from whatever Hell on Earth the vampire had dragged me into. "Are you okay?" 

"She's fine," Asher answered. 

I swung my head back to the vampire and slapped my hands on my hips. "Don't answer for me." 

Robin stepped into my line of sight and opened her mouth when—I'm a young woman and ain't done runnin' 'round. 

I blinked and looked over my shoulder at Robin and Daphne as the electronic croning continued, I'm a young woman and ain't done runnin' 'round. 

Mouth still open, Robin turned to Daphne, raised a brow, and asked, "You, uh, gonna get that?" 

Blushing to the roots of her hair, Daphne pulled out her phone. "Hello?" 

It was easy to listen in on the conversation with my heightened senses. "Daphne, where are you?" a man's voice asked. 

"A park in Harlem, Zander. Why?" 

His voice was a distressed whisper, "You and Robin can't come back here. It's dangerous. Redkin's called all the demons back to Ectar, and he sent out giants to make sure it happens." 

"What?" 

"He's hoping to find—shit. What's her name? His daughter?" 

"Vera?" 

"Yeah, her. You need to find her before he does and keep her safe. Better yet, keep yourselves safe and get out of New York. Mix in with the humans, find a place to camp out for the day. He's got the airports, train stations, and bus terminals blocked off. I think he's getting help from the humans, but I don't know." 

"Zander," she pressed the phone closer to her ear. "Are you okay?" 

His laugh was quick and harsh. "Don't worry, Baby Sis. I always land on my feet." 

"That makes it sound like you're going to fall." 

There was a long silence. "I—I have to go, Daph. Just get somewhere safe. They can't catch you. I think Redkin knows that you helped his daughter escape." 

"Zander—" 

"I have to go," he whispered urgently, and I could heard shuffling in the background and loud banging. "Be safe, Daph. I love you." 

"I love—" The line cut. 

Daphne pulled the phone away from her ear and started at it for a long moment, expression blank. Oh man. I reached for her to console her or something, when Asher moved toward us, face tight with his fangs peeking out from his lips. "Sniff." 

We all lifted our heads and scented the air. 

"Damn!" Robin exploded, eye navigating across the park to the three figures ambling toward us. "Giants." 

We all took off at a dead run.



She Knows Ch. 11



Hey Everyone,

I do apologize, but it seems I forgot to upload the second half of the chapter. Oh no! This is the correct chapter. I've placed asterisks to help people with the break. Everything before the asterisks is the same, and after it is the rest of the chapter. Sorry!

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The morning was chill as we raced from the park and down a sidewalk. I cursed the fact no one was out and that we were easy targets for the giants.

"Maybe they didn't see us," Daphne whispered softly, the wind almost stealing the words.

"Succubi," a gruff voice called behind us. "What is that demon I smell with you?"

Didn't see us. I mentally snorted. Uh-huh.

Asher picked up speed, cutting a sharp left down another street and then zig-zagging through Harlem. He whipped out his phone when the giants were a block away and gaining. "Lucienne," Asher barked into the receiver. "Ienan veya?"

I frowned as I heard the notes carried on the wind. There was a magical quality to the words. It had to be a demon language, but it wasn't any I recognized.

A woman's voice responded, "Rehab. Vey?"

"Harlem."

"Tro?" The rest was too quick and hard to understand.

I sighed and cast a quick glance behind me. It didn't really make sense for me to run. They were my people, or at least the tribe my father made a deal with. Running away made it seem like I was doing something wrong . . . then again, fleeing on the day of my wedding didn't exactly scream right.

There was a static click as Asher turned down another street. God he was fast, and man were my thighs burning. I knew I had another minute or two tops before my legs gave out. Running wasn't my thing and fast walking was about as much exercise as I purposely got—vampire hunting aside.

There were a quick succession of beeps before Asher's phone rang again and a different person answered. At least this time I knew the voice. "Mr. Del Cortes," Jayden greeted.

"We're going to Rehab. Indefinitely."

There was a short pause before, "Will we be picking you up?"

"Meeting us there."

"You and the succubus?"

"Succubi. Three of them."

"Ah . . . sure. Good—"

Asher clicked off phone before Jayden could finish; he looked up quickly. I followed his gaze, my vision blurring. I couldn't see anything but the first peek of sunrise. We had minutes before the orb blazed to life and exhaustion hit me like a steam roller. I'd always been a night owl, but the second sunrise hit, I was dead to the world. Maybe night owl wasn't the right term, more like 8PM to 3AM owl.

"What's . . . the plan?" I panted, catching up to the vampire. Sweat was pouring off me in buckets, and I was breathing hard. The vampire, on the other hand, had yet to break a sweat and damned if I didn't envy him for it. If we actually out ran the giants, I was getting a gym membership for life.

Asher didn't spare me or the sidewalk we were beating down a glance. His eyes were trained on the sky. He scanned the dark clouds and inky sky quickly before abruptly switching direction. Damn, he's like a tornado.

A few turns later we cut through an alley and stopped half way. Daphne, Robin, and I sucked in gulps of garbage and rat feces infused air as Asher ripped a rusted metal door off the side of a brick building. With a flick of his wrist the door sailed behind him, crashed into the building parallel, and embedded itself in the wall with only a few pieces of dried cement and brick sailing off to decorate the alley way.

"Hurry up." Asher waved to the opening to some questionable stairs. "Upstairs."

Sounds from the giants were echoing in the alley, letting us know that we didn't have much time. The stairs might twist my ankle, the giants might twist my neck. Choices. Choices. I made for the stairs, not waiting to see if Daphne and Robin would follow.

The staircase was nearly vertical, the steps far apart. Whatever jackass architect build the place obviously never thought that anyone would use the steps, or if they did, only for cardio training. I panted, wheezed, and moaned every curse word I could think of as I raced up three flights to the roof. My knees gave out after I took my third step on the gravely building's top.

A few seconds later I heard more footsteps, and a minute after that Asher ripped up an airconditioning unit and blocked the door with it. Finally, sweat poured off his face and soaked him. His clothes molded to his muscles, and the sweat turned everything seethrough, giving me a perfect picture of the skin I'd felt yesterday. Pale, warm, and corded with muscle. Fuck me.

Later.

I blinked, and dragged my eyes up to Asher's face. He ran a hand through his wet hair and very deliberately licked his fangs. I decided then that maybe it wasn't my time of the month anymore, maybe Asher just kept me in perpetual heat. A part of me screamed yes, while another, darker part clawed at the ground and bayed at the moon in a mournful no.

The vampire turned away from me and looked up to the sky again. Was he thinking about flying? Was our mad dash around Harlem to find a building tall enough for us all to spread our wings and leap from? Two things wrong with that idea: 1) even though Daphne and Robin had lied to me about some things, not being able to fly wasn't one of them. I was pretty sure all three of us would face plant onto the concrete, and I wasn't sure even a succubus could come back from that. And 2) humans would start to come out soon, and while I could cover my pointed ears up with my hair and blame my hair on a very awesome dye job, I wasn't so sure I could come up with a convincing argument for why we had leathery wings.

The scuffle of gravel to my left made me look up through bleary, tired eyes toward Daphne and Robin. The two had also collapsed on the roof; their chests labouring deeply and the same buckets of sweat drenched them. They'd pushed themselves up against the wall of the open roof. Robin had discarded her jacket and now only sported a bra with jeans, and Daphne had lost her left shoe sometime during the run.

I crawled toward them, too pathetically weak to keep standing like Asher. "Fuck," I rasped, throat dry and sore. "I can't keep going."

Daphne waved a limp hand. "Us . . . either."

All three of us half-heartedly startle-jumped when something hard and heavy thudded against the rooftop door. "You will die painfully . . . for making us . . . chase you, succubus," a giant wheezed, backed up by a few half groans, half grunts from his friends.

"Asher." I forced myself up on shaky knees. "The plan. What is it?"

"I'm working on it."

"Work faster."

His eyes snapped to mine, flashing blood red. "It's in fucking motion. Be. Patient."

That'd never been my strong suit. I opened my mouth to snap something I'd knew I'd regret when a smell caught me. I sniffed. Fire and brimstone. It was the scent of a dragon. I mimicked the vampire and scanned the sky as the pounding on the door increased. Less than a mile away sored a massive black dragon with a purple stripe on his neck that connected to his underbelly. The thing was at least twice Jasper's size, but glided on the breeze like it weighed less than a feather.

"Is that a freakin' dragon?" Robin asked, moving from the ground to stand next to me.

The pounding on the door stopped for half a second. No doubt the giants were taking a whiff too, trying to catch the recognizable scent. "No!" one of the demons roared, slamming even harder into the door. A screw popped loose, hit the banged up air conditioner, and rolled across the gravel.

You called a dragon? I didn't even think about following Asher's essence in my mind, latching on, and asking the question—it was instinctive.

I called a friend.

The vampire's one rule came back to me: nothing said or done leaves this house. I understood it now. He knew dragons and witches, and he saw them as friends. They were his equals, people he relied on. Demons kept to themselves and didn't mingle with the other races. They worked with them, they hired them, but damned if they befriended them.

Mr. Black-and-purple-dragon drew closer and the banging on the door increased. It'd only hold for another few seconds, if that. Asher knew it too. His fangs lengthened, nails transformed into claws, and his whole body stretched, filled out.

My eyes switched back to the dragon. There was something clutched in the talons of his left hand. Is that a—

"It's a baby!" Daphne cried, rushing to the side of the building the dragon was approaching from. Her head swiveled like she was on a demented ride and she pointed to the dragon. "He took a baby."

Asher hauled Daphne back with a hand on her upper arm and thrust her at Robin and me. "He didn't take a baby."

A bunch of things happened, one right after the other. The dragon landed on the roof at the same moment the giants broke through. Three demons stumbled through the twisted metal door and tripped over the air conditioner, while a wave of fire from the dragons exhaled breath greeting them. One dove around the corner of the door, while another fell to the ground like his legs were made of jelly. Only one giant wasn't smart enough to move and received the brunt of the flames. He was engulfed in a flash, ash in another. Not even enough time to open his mouth and scream.

"Get on!" Asher called out as we scrambled to avoid the dragon's wings and spiked tail.

I gave him a you-must-be-fucking-crazy look, and he returned it was a measured get-on-the-dragon one. Shit. Fuck. Damn. Less than seventy-two hours and my life had gone to hell in a hand basket, complete with taking orders from demons I used to kill. Still killed? I was unsure where I fell on the timeline of the appropriate period to say I'm not a murder. Never was my guess.

I swung myself onto the dragon's back and waved a hand at my friends. "Come on."

"We don't know him," Robin argued with a shake of her head. "You might be buddy-buddy with Dahāgs, but we're not."

Dahāg was the old word for dragon, and bordered on racist. Roughly translated, it meant 10,000 horses. As if dragons were as low as horses, even 10,000 of the equestrians couldn't measure up to a baby dragon.

"You should be a little more considerate considering this Dahāg is the one offering to save your ass." The look I shot them was hard, with a touch of fury. "Go with the giants and you're dead. Period. Come with us and it's a maybe."

I couldn't exactly promise everything would be fine and dandy with Asher and the dragon, but I knew it'd be hell on Ectar with the giants and my father. My choice was easy and theirs—

Robin rushed over and swung herself up the same way I did. Daphne followed, clutching onto Robin like a life line.

—was easy too, aparently.

"Come on, Asher," I yelled, waving an arm. He was near one of the giants, the ones whose legs were made out of jelly. The dragon had switched location and was breathing fire on the demon who jumped out of the way, keeping him well away from Asher and his other companion.

I watched as the vampire grabbed the demon by his collar, hauled him up, and sunk his teeth into his neck. Asher used the same quick motion he'd used with the staff member he killed. It was all over in a second.

"Burn it." Asher rushed toward the dragon's back and swung himself onto the other side. I felt the demon take a lung full in, expanding. His wings snapped down violently, shooting us into the air like a slingshot while at the same time his chest deflated and a wave of fire hit the roof top dead center, spreading out like a ripple in a lake. Then shot up all sides of the roof and toward the sky. It was terrifying as hell, especially when the bundle in his left hand cooed and laughed.

Kid liked explosions. Only a demon child would be into that shit.

"Asher," I shot to the vampire. "Explain."

I was speaking his language now. The clipped, commanding one. His eyes narrowed and his claws tapped together. Baby didn't like tit for tat.

Call me baby and Ill give you a clear example of exactly what I like.

Threaten, threaten, threaten. Seemed all the vamp was able to do besides avoid answering. "Now."

The dragon blew out a puff of air, and the wind we were currently gliding on picked it up and smacked me in the face with dragon breath. "Eh! No one eva speaks to Asher in that way."

For a second my brain tried to figure out if the dragon was Carribean. I'd simply never met another demon in America who wasn't . . . well, American, or at least spoke with an American accent. The fact that he very obviously didn't was just weird.

"You're not American."

The dragon snorted as much as dragon's could snort. "Smart gal. I'm Nigerian originally."

"Oh. What's your name?" "Adeoye Nnamdi Emeagwali." And I knew the second I tried to pronounce that I'd fuck it up horrible. "But my American name is Ward."

Ward it was. "Nice to meet you, Ward. My name's Veralyn, but everyone calls me Vera. That's Robin and Daphne." I pointed a thumb at each succubus, not that he could see, flying as he was. "Thanks for, um, picking us up and getting us out of there."

"No wahala, my—"

"Wait a sec," Robin interrupted. "Can someone tell me why none of the humans below us aren't freaking out?"

My eyes stung from the wind, but I forced myself to peer around the dragon's wings and look down at the humans masquerading as ants below us. The sun was breaking through the horizon, sketching patterns on the cracked New York sidewalks and giving the walking passerbyers below a clear vision of us. On a three hundred (I was guessing) foot dragon. Flying over New York. On a . . . Wednesday I think it was.

A businessman in a wrinkled navy suit and stained white shirt looked up, directly at us, sighed and continued on his way. My sight was excellent, but my hearing at our current altitude wasn't that great. Still, whatever he mumbled under his breath wasn't "I see a giant dragon."

My original anger with Asher was fading, but I knew as long as I could still remember it that was all that mattered. I could turn his ass into a chew toy later. "Yeah, um, why aren't the humans freaking out?"

"Magick," Ward answered.

"What kind?" The concept of magick was relative. The lower demons often had traces of it that allowed them different advantages. However those advantage never exceeded those of the higher-ups like succubi and incubi, all the magick in the world wouldn't put them on our level.

"Witches' magick," Asher injected.

I scoffed. "Impossible." As Astryd had said, witches were strong, but not that strong. If she couldn't break a binding than I doubted one of her witchey brothers or sisters could shield all human eyes from a dragon the size of a freakin' mansion. While the two might not require the same amount of magick or skill, the feat involved was the same.

"Yeah," Robin joined, never one to be left out of a conversation. "Witches don't have that kind of power."

"You obviously don't know a witch," Asher said. "They have powers to rivals gods."

"Gods don't exist," I said.

His eyes flip-flopped to that crimson color before going back. I wondered what set off the change. "Never place what you don't know out of the realm of possibility."

I was not about to get into an existential conversation with him now. Hell, the only conversation I should be having with him was my original one dammit! "Back. On. Point. Please explain how you know Ward and why he's holding a baby and how he was able to get to us so fast."

There was a long silence in which Asher shot me the most heinous look I think I'd ever seen on a demon. I thought about when I'd slapped him and threatened to play jump rope with his ligaments. Compared to that, his anger was about a hundred notches above.

"I'm his brother," Ward broke through the tension. "And this my pekin, Nneka. She was being fussy, so Lucienne had me fly her around until she calmed down."

The dragon's accent was thick and half muted by the wind, so I could barely understand him. The only thing I got was that Asher was his brother and the kid was his.

"Okay." Fatigue was wearing me down, and maintaining a legitimate conversation was next to impossible. I could also see why this Lucienne person had Ward fly his daughter around, gliding on air was relaxing, like being rocked to sleep on a breeze.

Robin shoved me hard. "Wake up! We're on a freakin' dragon. Do not go to sleep."

Oh yeah. That's right.

Daphne yelled over the whipping wind so everyone could hear, "Thank you so much, Ward, for your assistance, but we need to be let off. Is there a place you can leave us?"

"Why?" Asher asked through gritted teeth.

Robin clicked her tongue. "For one thing, we don't know you, and for another, you're a vampire. And I'm not fucking blind. Whatever 'relationship' you have with Vera isn't healthy and I'm not going to sit here and act like it's okay."

"Healthy?" He laughed harshly. "Pot meet kettle."

"We give a shit about her."

"Yes. Right after yourself." He flashed that warning smile. "Nothing wrong with that. Just have the balls to admit it."

"Afraid I'm not a dick like you."

"Better than being a pussy."

Well, that took a turn for the offensive. I would have laughed if that didn't require more energy that I had. "Just drop them off, Asher. What's the big idea?"

"For starters, I am the one flying," Ward cut in. "We land when I say we land."

Robin threw her hands up. "Ya know what, succubi have wings. I could just fly away."

"I'd catch you," Asher assured. "And the morning would be off to a very bad start."

Like it wasn't already. "I'm with Ward here. Daphne and Robin, just wait until we land. If you want to leave I'm sure Asher will make accommodations." I added pointedly, "Or I will."

"You are coming with us, Vera," Daphne said, her tone broaching no refusal. "Now, where is it exactly we are landing?"

I shrugged, too tired to remind them that the trusting-them-blindly ship had sailed. As for the dysfunctional relationship I had with Asher . . . as horrifying as it was, our relationship might have been the most functional. He was upfront and wore his sins on his sleeve. I didn't have to guess at his character or expect something out of him that I'd never get. Asher was a killer. I was a killer. He was psychopathic. See the former. His worst qualities met mine, and at the end of the day at least he could say he wasn't hunting and killing succubi and incubi. Me and vamps . . . that was another story.

Asher answered, "A Drug and Rehab facility in the Poconos."

"As in mountains?"

"The very same."

Ward made a soft throat-clearing sound, drawing everyone's attention. "We will be there soon, and you can ask the questions. But if you wake my daughter? I promise you-o, you will not make it there. I will drop you, then leave you, and go."

Ward's words was half muted by his accent and the wind, but the threatening undercurrent was still there. Closing my mouth, I looked around at the vampire and two succubus flying with me. Daphne and Robin were staring daggers at Asher, obviously trying to blow his head up with their fury alone, and Asher was ignoring everyone. Or he had been. The second I thought about him, he turned his head and stared at me, a silent question in his eyes. I ignored it and turned to the lightening sky, tracing the constellations with my eyes and completely ignoring the shit storm knocking at my door.

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"Where have you been?" came the demanding question from a vampiress in skeleton pajama pants, a black tank top, and Yoda slippers. She looked more suited to a college dorm then on the steps of the rehabilitation center we were currently gliding over. Especially considering how the place looked.




She Knows Ch. 11



A wide circular driveway connected the vine covered cement archway with two tall wrought iron gates that were nested beneath it. A large brick mansion parallel to the gate, three stories high—if I counted the windows correctly—and very wide. At least two wings with more than ten rooms each, the building was massive but understated. Simple red brick, clean white roof, white shuttered windows, and a white matching door made the property less intimidating. Aside from the gate and the building, the rest of the place looked to be a forest with tall, dense trees.

Ward swooped low and gently flapped to the ground, much to the dismay of the bundle in his grasp. Everyone climbed off as the dragon shrunk his size until he resembled a black-scaled humanoid. The pajama-clad woman hurried down the concrete steps and wrapped a heavy navy robe around Ward's shoulders. A moment later took she took the bundle from his arms, and tsked. "She's all cold. Didn't I tell you to be back half an hour ago?"

Ward sucked his teeth harshly as he shrugged into the sleeves of the robe and belting it around his waist. "Come on now. I had to pick up your brother, Lucienne."

"And?" The vampiress popped out her breast and let the child in her arms latch on. "It's not like you've never flown before."

The couple squabbled for a second, Ward defending his lateness and Lucienne obviously not giving a damn. It was such a normal, domestic sight that I almost forgot the dragon had barbecued three giants while his kid laughed. Almost.

Lucienne turned toward us, finally taking stock of the four demons near her. Cool green eyes the same shade as Asher's flitted over the girls and I before settling on her brother. Asher was definitely nordic descent, while this woman looked like a mix of African and Asia with a minute slant to her eyes, long curly hair, and flawless honey skin.

She smiled and sashayed over to Asher. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in."

Asher stepped away from us and approached his sister. "Don't you mean dragon?"

"Don't you mean hello?"

The smile Asher shined on his sister held absolutely no malice and was the purest thing I'd ever seen. He genuinely cares for her. It's not that the emotion was all that unexpected, he'd displayed glimpses of it, but just not toward me. His bounded life partner. Fuck that chafed raw, and I knew it shouldn't. I could only count the hours—hours I'd known the vampire while her could count the years he'd known his sister.

Asher bent and kissed her cheek, careful of the child still nursing. "Hello, Lucienne."

"Khorshoa, Brivet." She turned and kissed his cheek before drawing back and nodding toward us. "Trilue kranv et-vey shrebyan?"

"Kranv?" Asher smiled again and gestured toward us. "Brenha."

"Pardon me." Daphne stepped forward, hands clasped tightly in front of her. "What language are the two of you speaking?"

"Varacolacin," Lucienne answered. "One of the oldest demonic languages."

"I've never heard of it." Daphne lips tilted down in a frown that was somehow cute. I'd never been able to master the affect. When I frowned, I downright sulked.

The vampiress sidestepped Asher and came to stand in front of Daphne. She sized her up with a quick glance and a perfectly arched brow. "You wouldn't have. It was spoken by the Varacolaci, the ones you hunted and killed."

Daphne took a timid step back. "I haven't killed any Varacolaci. I'm not even sure what they are."

"Are you Vera?" the vampiress asked suddenly.

Asher made a noise of amusement. "My staff is here then."

"Arrive twenty minutes before you," his sister said, never taking her eyes off Daphne.

"Plenty of time to interrogate Jayden."

"And book him an appointment with our masseur in the morning." She cast an up raised brow at her brother as a knowing smile curved her lips. "It's hard burying dead bodies."

God it was too early for all of and any of this. If Daphne and Robin knew Asher had killed someone hours before they'd met him . . . I wasn't even going to go there. "I'm Vera." I stepped forward and extended my hand to the vampiress. "Thank you so much for letting us stay here. I'm so grateful to your husband. We wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for him."

Manners went a long way to building relationships, and I was all about building one here. Having allies like Ward and Lucienne only helped my cause. Though I was still a little fuzzy on what that cause was. My sanity maybe?

Lucienne eyed me for a long second, opened her mouth, and a loud burp from her daughter cut her off. Ward burst out laughing and Asher snickered. The obvious tension saturating the steps slowly dissipated as Lucienne glared at her husband and popped her breast back under her tank top. She turned on her heel, strode toward him, thrusting the little burping bundle into his arms. "She needs to be changed, too."

If looks could kill . . . "I have just flown your brotha and his group here. Waitin you go change 'er." His accept thickened about halfway through, leaving me to wonder at the meaning of the second sentence.

"Eh-he." Lucienne cocked her hip and made a hand gesture, East coast accent giving way to a Nigerian one that was completely at odds with her coloring. "Correct me if I am wrong," she rolled her r's heavily, "but am I not the motha? Did I not carry this pekin? Have I not fed her, and bathed her, and nursed her? And I ask you for a simple task and—and—and you behave in this way?"

"I am your husband—"

"Che! My husband? My husband?" She raised her hand and drew it back like she was about to slap him. "Get away 'fore I kill you! Idiot!"

He flushed red, and blew out a long stream of smoke. "I—I—I will deal with you, madam!"

"Deal with me? Che!" She flipped her hair, and said something that I couldn't understand. Asher laughed loudly and Ward looked slightly chagrined. He responded in kind with a far softer tone, before casting us a look.

"Good night, ladies," Ward said quietly before wincing slightly, bending down to kiss his wife on the cheek, and moving up the stairs.

As soon as he disappeared into the manse, Lucienne's whole body changed. Weairness tugged her arms down and lines I hadn't noticed etched deep grooves into her face. She pinched the bridge of her nose, and when she spoke again, I couldn't detect even the slightest Nigerian accent, "It's early, I'm exhausted, and my night's just beginning. How about I play tough vampire bitch in the evening and we all just get some sleep."

I shrugged, suppressing a yawn. "Sounds good to me. Just point me to a bed."

She turned on her heel and started up the stairs. "Follow me."

We walked up the steps and entered the building. Inside was dimly lit with a wide foyer with twin staircases on either side of it. Dark wood floors, soft lighted sconces, and minimal furniture added to the relaxed atmosphere.

"This is my home," Lucienne said, "but it doubles as staff housing. It's in the back of the property. I'll give you a tour of the grounds tomorrow evening, and see if we can make it into town too."

She turned toward us and clasped her hands in front of her. "The second floor is for magical creatures, the first for humans. The East wing is for friends, the South for children, and the West for family." Digging in the loose pockets of her pajama pants, she pulled out two keys with room number tags on them. "You ladies are in luck. We've had a number of guests flood in today, but we still have two rooms free with two beds in each. One of you will have to share a room, but I don't think that'll be a problem."

I could hear the question she didn't ask, and I flicked a gaze to Asher to see if he'd say anything. His mouth remained closed. A quick look at Daphne and Robin showed the same thing. So no one was going to tell our hostess that my father had called every demon back to Ectar. Fine by me.

"I'm just so glad you're hosting us at all." Polite. Polite. Polite. "Thank you so much." I looked between my two friends and settled on Robin; we were the least likely to get in a cat fight. "Mind if I crash with you?"

A warm arm wrapped around my waist and lifted me up against a hard male body. "You sleep with me."

I tilted my head back and glared at him. "I sleep with whomever I want."

The fanged smile he cast me held a hint of mischief. "Your friend is welcome in our bed."

"In your dreams."

"That's against the rules," Lucienne interrupted, eyeing the hand around my waist. "Men and women cannot share rooms unless they're married. Even for your . . . Vera." She meant to say was 'whore'.

"She's more than that."

"Trilue ne ishk?"

"Ziznean."

Her face pulled tight, teeth clattered together, and the stark rage in her eyes could have set water on fire. But she didn't say a word. Just dropped a key in Daphne and then Robin's hand and flung her arm out in the general East direction. "Your rooms are half way down the hall." With a glare at Asher, she turned on her heel and waved a hand as she walked away. "Your room's the same, Brivet. Try not to fuck it up."

It must be a familial trait to make an entrance. Asher snapped necks, Lucienne prefered dropping tidbits of information. I wondered which was worse, the vampire who killed directly or the one who did it indirectly.

"Is she really your sister?" I asked after a long moment. "She's so much—"

"Like you?" He raised a brow.

"If you're saying I'm beautiful and sweet then yes."

His laugh curled my toes and warmed spots that should have been cold. Well, maybe not cold, but at least not burning hot like they were. "Let's go to bed, Vera."

I didn't think he meant in any other way than the sexual, but a hand on my arm stopped me from moving. Robin's eyes bored into me. "I didn't get you away from one psychotic, domineering asshole just so you find another one. What are you doing, girl?"

I was about to be doing Asher. But she had a point, a very crucial one. What was I doing with the vampire? He wasn't like my father, I knew that, but I was still guessing they were cut from a similar pattern. Did that make me my mother? Wanting men that were bad, that I knew were bad, but couldn't stay away from? Every time I saw my mom she looked fragile, wary, a forced happiness on her face that kept me on my toes.

But deciding the rest of my life at six in the morning wasn't the best way to go about things. Asher was safe . . . as long as I was bound to him that was. And I trusted that connection a lot more than the one I had with Daphne and Robin.

Tugging my arm from the succubus's grasp, I faced her squarely. "I'm doing what I need to survive, and learning along the way."

"Learning or repeating mistakes?" Daphne muttered under her breath.

I peered around Robin and looked at the other succubus. "Cut the Mother Theresa act, Daph, just makes you a bitch."

When I'd first met her, she hadn't been like this. The girl was wild, untamable, tomboy to the core just like Robin and me. We'd gotten along great, then one day she just changed. Her breasts came in, her wings popped out and allowed her full succubus power to come to the forefront, and she became very silent. Dressed in pretty things that blended into everything, she was more like an ornament or piece of furniture than a friend.

I wasn't dumb enough to think my father wasn't at the center of her transformation too. It seemed whatever awful thing had befallen my friends and made them so . . . lifeless and bland was caused by my father and indirectly me.

"I am who I am, Vera," Daphne said in that same infuriatingly quiet tone. I'd liked her better when she'd been calling me a cunt and trying to rip out my hair.

"You are who you choose to be." I looked back at Robin, let all my uncertainty and fear and resilience show in my eyes. I wasn't claiming to know what the hell I was doing, but at least I was doing something. The shell I'd lived in was cracked, and there was no point trying to force myself back into it. "I choose to be the succubus fucking a vampire tonight.That's the fucking choice I'm making." I sidled up to Asher's side and let him slide an arm around my waist and lead me in the opposite direction of the girls.

"I hope he eats you!" Robin yelled after me, probably waking the whole damn house. "I hope he rips out your heart and devours it! Go to hell you stupid fucking bitch!"

I blew her a kiss over my shoulder and smiled from ear to ear. She lurched toward me but Daphne held her back. Her voice was a hiss through tightly gritted teeth, "I should have let you die."



She Knows Ch. 12



Hey everyone!

I realized that the 12th chapter wasn't going the way I wanted it to go, so I had to change it. Hope you like this new version. It's... not exactly like my usual stuff.

Rosi

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I should have let you die. The words bounced around in my head with each step I took away from my friends. Which time was Robin talking about? When we were kids and I almost fell off the balcony but she caught me at the last minute, or two summers ago when I'd been in my wild child rebellion phase and told a banshee to fuck off during the full moon? There were more times—stupid times—when Death and I'd played chess and I'd somehow won.

I should have let you die. I hated Robin and loved her at the same time because some deep, dark part of me thought she was right. My death would solve so many problems, least of all the guilt gnawing at me. Asher wouldn't be here, my father would've found another bargaining chip, and my friends would be safe.

Fuck. That. Violence coursed through me so suddenly I was blinded by it. That demon part of me that was all blood and fang and sex laughed harshly. Life is a series of fuck ups. You either move past or let them swallow you whole.

Now even my conscience was starting to sound like Asher. Great.

The thought of the vampire walking next to me triggered something else. Not quite violence, but something that bordered on it—shook hands with that violence, then laughed over wine while it fingered a knife under the table and dreamed of slicing into something sweet, hot, and malleable.

I shoved Asher into an alcove we were passing. "I need sex." Damned if I was batting my lashes, getting on my knees, and begging. I'd take it—take him and his everything.

His eyes didn't flash red, they bled it. Starting from the corners and moving toward the black of his iris. Blood flowed, scented the air, and charged it. "It'll hurt," he rumbled between fangs too big for his mouth.

The laugh that came out of my throat wasn't me. "I hope so."

My knees gave out, crashed to the marble floor as my hands ripped away his pants, fingernails breaking on the steel of his zipper. He was in my mouth before I'd freed him of the jeans, and my lips pushed the fabric of his boxers away, saliva forcing the silk to stick to his skin.

God, his cock tasted like freedom. If freedom, joy, and liberation were going to be sold at an ice cream shop it would be called "Asher's Dick." His fingers scored my scalp, held me in place as his hips thrust into my face and he fucked my mouth.

"No teeth," he groaned, thrusting shallowly.

Don't tell me what to do, I said through our mind link as I raked my teeth ever-so lightly along his length. He swelled and his hips bucked in response, fingers tightening until they drew blood and his nails turned to claws. I returned in kind, scratching his thighs until his blood coated my cheeks and his pre-cum dripped from my chin.

There was an edge of brutality to the way beasts mated, and we were fucking beasts. Animals dragged from the primordial soup and forced into staunch, restrictive clothing, then given a language that always paled to actions. Asher's hips thrust faster, his pelvic bone grinding against my jaw with his pubic hair tickling my nose. I took him so deep in my throat until I felt him in my stomach.

"I'm coming," he warned.

I switched quickly, drew my head all the way back until only the very tip of him was between my lips and I bit down. Gently, but firmly. He roared as he came, jerking uncontrollably, nails ripping at my scalp and hair. I moved my hand to my head and crushed his fingers in my grasp while I used my other hand to grip his length. He expanded, contracted. When I felt his body go lax, I used my index finger and pushed him to the ground.

Rising to my feet, I stared down at his flushed, pale face. Give and take. Pleasure and pain. Lines in sand that blurred with a spray of rain or blood. Asher and I would always spray blood.

I stared down at the vampire, chest pumping like he'd run a marathon, sweat leaking from every pore and saturating our small space with his scent. He was thoroughly drained, replete. Mine. I understood it now, the weird connection between us. Asher was mine just like the clouds were the sky's. There was no separation, no escape. And in that total confinement there was peace, a sense of place and being and knowing. With my vampire I didn't have to be anything other than what I was: A killer, A naïve daughter, A shitty friend.

"I'm sorry," I whispered as I shed my clothes. "If there was another way—"

"It's fine." He smiled wanly, looking the weakest I'd ever seen him. "You need. I give."

So simple. Perfect and uncomplicated and fucked up to the nines. My smile was brilliant and devastating, mocking me in my reflection against the cool marble. I could feel his pain through the bond and he could feel mine. I should have let you die.

Die.

Die.

DIE!

I sank down onto his dick, still red and crusted with blood. Tears streamed down my face as I planted my hands on his chest, dug my nails in, and rode him.

Words weren't supposed to hurt anymore. They didn't have that sort of power. Words were like guns, ineffective unless a movement, an action, a finger tightening around a piece of curled metal propelled them. Or the right person said them.

Gasping, I clung to him, knees bruising on the floor; his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, yanking me down until I felt him brush my cervix. I scratched, bit, and clawed at him, trying to rip off his skin and wear it. Asher growled savagely, grabbing my hair in a tight fist and flipping me over. "You need release? I'm giving it to you. Giving everything."

"It's not enough." God, would it ever be enough?

"I have to be," he gritted, teeth on my throat. "It's just you and me."

I could hear the word he didn't say: forever. He'd never share me and I'd be damned if I'd let another living creature within five feet of him.

"Harder." I wanted to feel him in my throat.

He shifted his hips and lifted my leg so it rested on his shoulder. Then he thrust. It was just the right amount of pleasure-pain mind melding I needed. "More or less?"

"Yes" was a hiss between teeth. My neck arched, eyes going cross. Asher fucked with total confidence, every dig from his claws, bite from his fangs, and glide of his cock a confirmation that not only would I not be able to walk in the morning, but I wouldn't want to. All I'd want was more of this. Him. Us. A fuck. A—

Tap, tap, tap. The steady thrum of heels on tile washed over Asher's conscious and tumbled into mine. Shit!

"Ash—"

His hand covered my mouth, red eyes boring into mine. I gasped into his palm as the back of his shirt tore open and revealed those stunning gray wings. He wrapped his other arm around me, hooked my legs over his, and lifted an inch off the floor. His wings extended the width of the hallway, brushing the paintings on the walls before snapping back and propelling us forward.

We're flying! I didn't have time to comprehend it as his wings flapped again, harder, before shifting and covering us. We hit something brittle, a window. Glass sliced my thigh and shattered on the floor of the hallway. I could hear an alarm sounding in the house, but found it increasingly hard to pay attention and care. Sunshine washed over my skin, birds chirped near my ears, and wind rushed between the places where Asher and I weren't touching. Extending my fingers, I let them glide against the breeze, be warmed by the sun. They curled when Asher thrust again. Mid flight, touching the sky, he fucked with the same patience he'd had in the hallway, the bedroom, against the door. He was in the moment with me and nothing short of a bullet grazing our heads was going to stop him.

I came suddenly. Screamed as it tore through me like a timed bomb detonating. Arching my back, I gasped as his feathers brushed my over-sensitized skin. His hand moved to my neck—my breasts—my clit. I came harder, burning from the inside out.

"I-I can't," I whimpered as his fingers glided around the place we were joined, circling, teasing to the point of pain.

"You will."

The next orgasm eclipsed the first or maybe it never ended. "Fuck, fuck, fuck . . ."

"That's what I'm doing," Asher laughed gruffy. Pressing down on my clit, he pulled out slightly and thrust all the way in. I clamped, harder, hotter, the best cunt he'd ever had—was ever going to have.

"Vera, stop." Asher nipped my ear, scenting the breeze with blood. "If I come again, we'll—"

I tilted up and pulled harder. Come. Now. Asher's eyes pierced mine, that startling green cutting through everything. He looked good in the light, highlighted like an angel instead of the demon he was. It made him way more dangerous.

He jerked inside me, his forehead brushing mine. His thoughts tumbled fast into me, like a dam breaking. Sadness, joy, secrets, loves. I saw through his eyes to a million lifetimes ago, until I became him. He wasn't just fucking me, he was fucking every person he'd ever had, their faces blending and swirling in a torrent of color that stopped suddenly on one image. Me. My face and body and eyes staring up at him, back at him, as we made love in beds I'd never seen, with ripped clothes I'd never worn dangling from sweaty limbs.

Then I was seeing Brodie and me in a Jeep; my first time in the backseat of a stolen car. Asher's vehemence seared me, branded me, and suddenly my first time was being torn apart. Brodie was dripping blood, thrusting in, splitting in half, being reborn, and Asher was making me come hard and fast in the back seat of a Jeep.

Vera. His voice always had that sexy incubus bedroom quality, like he'd just got done going down on someone for hours. I tugged his head closer, felt my hands glide over his shoulders, the ridges of his back that broke away and became wings. I felt what that did to him.

Ashermine.

The next second, we were falling. Torpedoing to the ground. We crashed, his wings half shielding us, into a garden of lilies before rolling a few times and coming to stop at the edge of the lilly patch as they bled into roses. Thank God for that. Asher was breathing hard beneath me, chest rising and falling in breaths I wondered if he even needed to take. I lounged on top of him, head in the crook of his neck, breasts flushed to his chest, legs twined around his.

"That was—" I started.

"Intense."

"Crazy."

"Hot."

"Very hot," I agreed, licking the blood that leaked from small cuts around his neck and shoulders. Hmm . . . Something about Asher's blood left me dizzy, floating. It was sweet and thick and heady like his cum.

In the distance I heard a door close and female laughter. Asher sighed deeply, lifting a hand to rub it over my sore, bruised back. I hissed at the contact and he kissed my shoulder gently. "I was too rough."

"I should be saying that." I'd nearly killed him and we both knew it. "You didn't feed from me."

"It wasn't about me."

That made my head rise. Our eyes connected and I saw something in there I hadn't seen before: me. I shivered. "What the hell are we?"

I didn't love him. Fuck, most of the time I didn't even like him. And yet, I couldn't imagine myself without Asher. Couldn't think of a future without him in it. When I tried it was like I was rending myself, tearing away everything essential. But he wasn't supposed to be essential, wasn't supposed to be mine because there was too much fucked up, bad blood between us. Too much hate on both sides.

"We're Asher and Vera," he said quietly. "Vampire and succubus."

That was just the very tip of a very large, sunk-in iceberg.

"When we first met you snapped my neck," I said quietly. "Vampires and succubi are enemies. It's not like riding your dick would make me forget that."

"I don't expect you to forget, I expect you to get over it. That was before and this is now."

I pushed off him, but he pulled me back down. Always, pulled me down. "You can't pick and choose what you want to remember, Asher."

"Says who?"

"Me!" I wrenched myself away and it was pain that was equal parts mental and physical. The ground was soft and cool on my feet, the night air hitting my warm skin and freezing it. "You know I've killed your kind for years and I can only imagine how many of mine you've killed. Just because we're bound doesn't erase those transgressions. If anything it intensifies them."

Her folded his arms behind his head. "How so?"

"Where do you think that rage went? Think it just said, 'Well, they're bound. Time to head out'? No." I barked out a laugh and shook my head. "We can't hurt each other even though we want to, so that bloodlust is directed at other people. I've known you for barely three days and you've killed four people."

When I looked at Asher, all I saw was acceptance. It fucked with my mind, muddled it into thinking this was okay and perfect and exactly how it should be. This was love and acceptance and right.

"Wrong!" I screamed, clawing at my arms like the pain could keep those obsessive thought away. Asher was in front of my in a second, licking at the cuts, holding me so I didn't hurt myself. Gentle. Loving. Mine.

His hand fisted my my hair and the next second I was on the ground, spine bruised, head spinning. "You are right, Vera. I do want to kill you. So fucking badly," the words were delivered through gritted teeth. They felt like the last words of a poisoned victim. "But everytime I think about it, a part of me rips open and it's the most excruciating pain I've ever felt."

"Same."

"I've done things that would make you want to tear off every inch of skin I've ever touched."

"Same."

"The crunch of bone, the cadence of blood splattering." He ground against me, rock hard and ready to go. "Siren's song gets me every time."

"Yes." I could feel it, see it, taste it. Not Asher's death, but death itself. His emotions rammed into mine, murderous and vengeful.

"I know your thoughts, Vera. You want me to be better, but I can only get worse. Everytime I fuck you and come inside you, I want to scream. You are the cunt daughter of the demon who took everything from me, and all I can do is be with you."

He coughed and blood hit my face. Asher was feral above me, smiling from ear to ear with bloody teeth. Biting my tongue, I painted the inside of my mouth bloody and smiled back at him. My father always said I played with fire. It was only a matter of time before I burned.

Our mouths collided, teeth banging, cracking. Blood and thoughts mixing in a violent orgy that neither of us could really inflict on the other. Bound. It wasn't a pretty word when you thought about it; it was limiting, restrictive, punishing. Bound beasts—shackled, locked, manacled to each other. Those bindings cut off circulation, made us numb, compliant—made us forget they were there. Until that moment. I felt Asher try to break them, hurt himself in the process and God, did I want to help him and God, did I want to kill him. I sunk my teeth into his flesh as he sunk his cock into me. Wanted to rip his heart out and devour it as he devoured me.

My rose-tinted world turned crimson as Asher's fangs brushed my neck, once twice, before digging deep and ripping out a chunk of my shoulder. I screamed, shaking, coming. Hoped I ripped his dick off in the process, or got really close if his scream said anything. He thrust into me, high, fast, brutal.

I clawed at his back, tearing away ligaments and tossing them across the grass. "If we ever get un-bound—"

His fist hit the earth next to my head, sending dirt and grass flying. "I'm killing you."