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Incubus Nights

By: earlofgrey



Hey, everyone. This is my first submission here on Lit. Please, toss me some reviews and comments!




Sam Taylor knew it was a bad night the moment he walked into work. 

Most nights were hectic at the Blue Room, New York's busiest escort service. Tonight was just a pure disaster. Erica, James, and Hector had all called in sick. The flu had hit them hard, and it was left that the Blue Room was massively understaffed.

It wasn't exactly the standard brothel. Tamara, Sam's boss, had once been a working girl herself. She discovered that pimping was much more profitable, and she had started the Blue Room on a loan from some unidentified loan shark. She had gotten it paid off in the first few years. Tamara knew how to run a business.

She knew that managing a staff of attractive twenty-somethings and rich clients required delegation. That was where Sam came in. 

"Now, I'm going to have to call Mister Hendricks. He usually engages Hector, so we'll see if Robert might perk his interest, or if he wants to reschedule." Sam could have seen why Tamara had once been on the other side of the business. A black woman in her forties, she had aged incredibly well. She wasn't tall, but she had piercing eyes that made Sam feel about a foot shorter than he was. 

"Of course, Tamara." She tapped in a few things on his tablet, a memo o himself to call Hendricks at his earliest chance. He didn't want to have to explain to the old shipping tycoon that hector was out, but well, that was life. "Is there anything else? 

"No, not unless you want to fill in for Hector." Tamara said. He knew it was a joke. It was a well-established one. It still made a part of Sam boil inside. 

"Not a chance." He said and he stood up to exit Tamara's office. 

Once Sam was safely outside the office, he let out a soft breath. 

The one rule he had made when he started working for the Blue Room was that he wasn't one of Tamra's "stable." He didn't have a problem with the job. Under different circumstance, he might have gone into the stable with head held high. Any of the boys or girls that Tamara employed as her escorts earned more money than he did during a given week. 

He was Tamara's assistant for one reason. He had a huge demonic problem. 

Sam's father had been a normal human, a perfectly normal guy with some knowledge of magic and the supernatural. Jake Taylor was one of the most knowledgeable folklorists on the West Coast. He had married a succubus, though, which left Sam with his own problem.

He was half-incubus, and while it seemed like a sex demon and an escort service seemed like a match made in heaven, there was a problem. Sam had never had sex. 

Sure, he had fooled around at points, but he had never had the one big wham that had awoken his demonic side. 

He wanted to be rid of it, but he also knew that side of him could hurt people, could be terribly powerful. Sam had been raised too well. He wanted to be better than his heritage. Succubi could live in society fairly easily. Incubi could be monsters.

Never the less, he adjusted his tie, and he started to walk through the back halls of the club. The Blue Room had dancers out in the front area every night, both men and women. Tamara was very forward thinking. More people had more money to drop on high-class companionship. Why just limit yourself to one facet of heterosexuality? 

The public area of the club had a stage on one end, and a bar on the opposite end. Tables and booths littered the space in between and tables were between the two. There were four booths, two on each of the side walls. The first hour tonight was for Tamara's girls, then some males would start to be sparsed in.He made his way over to the bar, to check in on the club's barkeep.

Emily was a perfect barkeep. She kept him apprised of their liquor situation, knew how to mix just about anything, and she expected only the same from any other bartender. She was a short woman, dressed in her usual vest, shirt, and bowtie. She was sporting a slicked back blond hairstyle this week, one of an ever-changing rotation of styles. 

"Hey, Em," Sam said. "How's it going tonight?"

"Business as usual, Sam," She had a whiskey-rough voice, always polite. "How's Tamara tonight? Heard we've got a few sick folks."

He sighed. "Yeah. Erica, James, Hector. So that's two dancers and one of our best boys." He shook his head. "I haven't even called Mister Hendricks yet. He's going to get all...emotional." He shook his head. He could see how people liked Hendricks could form attachments to Hector. He was probably the most passable boy they had as an escort. While it was something Tamara prided her girls on, she hadn't ever found a good male she could pass off for the "boyfriend experience"

Hector being out meant that Hendricks was losing his favorite guy, which meant that Sam would spend fifteen minutes listening to him complain. A little sigh escaped him, as he heard his ring tone from his pocket.

He checked the caller ID first, but he could take a wild shot at the dark at who it was. Yup. He answered the call, pressing the phone tight against his ear to drown out the sound of the music onstage. 

"Sarah, what did I tell you about calling me at work?" 

Out of the two Taylor children, Sam was by far the quiet one. Sarah was the outgoing type. She worked at a surf shop in San Diego. She completely embraced her demonic side. She enjoyed the life as a succubus.

"That you're busy, all the time, and that I never know when to call my baby brother." She let out a little huff. "Gimme a break, butthead. Seriously, though, how're you?"

Sam paced towards an unoccupied corner of the floor, and lowered his voice. "I'm all right. Mayhem as usual."

Sarah chuckled softly. "That's it. Hey, I wanted to ask you if you were coming home for the holidays this year."

There was a restrained groan from Sam. He had almost totally forgotten about the time of year. It was November. The Taylors, not a particularly large family, liked to all come home for the holidays. 

"I don't know yet, Sarah." He gave his usual non-committal answer. "We'll see how this goes. I would love to come back for the holidays. We'll see how things go with work. I'd love to get the time off."

He got a snort in a reply. Sarah Taylor was hardly a graceful lady. "Christmas through New Year's. If you're not back in San Diego, Mom and Dad'll be pissed." 

"I know, I know." He insisted. "It's only November. Give it a break. I'll figure out the travel plans once I've got the funds." He paused a moment. "Don't you dare tell Dad I'm having money problems."

Sarah had already dropped iunto a mockery of their father's voice, low and rumbling. "New York's a tough town. Come on home, work at the book store, we'll always have a home for you, Sammy boy."

"Uggggh." Sam rolled his eyes even if Sarah couldn't see it. "I need to call a client."

"You still haven't told me what you're doing." Sarah said, accusing.

"Yup. Bye." He ended the call with a jab of a button. He needed to step out back for the call with Mister Hendricks. Heavens knew that after Sarah the Succubus Sister, he was going to need a minute before dealing with old rich people.

Alina Petrov always got what she wanted. It wasn't a boast, it was just a simple fact of life.

Money certainly helped in that, as did an unstoppable drive in life. She had started off as an immigrant, but had risen to the highest levels of New York society. Quite the American success story. Granted, it had taken her a century to do it, but Alina had an appreciation for the long game of life.

Being a were-tiger also helped matters. She had lived for a very long time, over two centuries. It hadn't been until the Bolshevisks that she had left her homeland and come to America. She had been forced to rebuild. It had taken a century to come out on top of the world, fighting her way to create a small ambush of tigers like her. Those tigresses, weres like her, had become her lieutenants, not only in her real-estate ventures, but also in her criminal enterprises. 

Alina mused, as she sat in the back of her car, that being a criminal wasn't a problem for her. She had built her empire on the backs of others legally, and sometimes her interests extended to things that conventional law said she couldn't have. Criminal ventures made her good liquid cash, but it also extended her influence. Assets were one thing, but power was what Alina feasted on. A few well-established favors appealed to her more than her racketeering.

She had decided to visit the Blue Room to check on the place. It had been Alina's money that had given Tamara the means to open up her little escort service. Tamara had been an excellent debtor, paying back the loan quickly, expanding her business rapidly. She ran the top girls in New York, and some of the best boys too. Alina wouldn't deny sampling them. A tigress had her hungers, after all.

Hannigan, her driver, pulled up in front of the Blue Room. "Thank you, Hannigan. Find a place to park. I'll be a while."

"Of course, Ma'am." Hannigan said. If it hadn't been a place she trusted, she might have had Hannigan come in with her. He wasn't human. Hell, she didn't know what Hannigan was. But he was definitely useful.

She got out of the car and approached the Blue Room. It was situated on the ground floor of a large building, definitely one of the nicer ones in the neighborhood. The lit sign was, of course, blue, looking over a black door that had a bouncer next to it. 

Alina walked like she owned the place. She wore a gray dress this evening under her leather jacket, and had her blond hair hanging freely down past her shoulders. She smiled a closed-lip greeting to the bouncer, Robby.

Robby wasn't a man of too many words. He was masculine, not not particularly attractive. His bulky frame lacked any of the grace Alina sought, but he did have his uses. "Tamara's having a rough night." He grunted.

Alina sighed. "Perhaps I'll be able to lighten her mood." She stepped past Robby, and walked through the black door once Robby opened it. Such a gentlemen. As she passed, she could see the automatic pistol he was packing in that shoulder rig.

The Blue Room was a stop she made every few months. Frequent visits were not becoming, or so she had been told. She stopped at the coat check, and handed over her jacket to the attendant. Her heels clicked against the club's floor as she made her way to the booth that sat against the wall. The music that the dancer onstage was following was some bass-heavy pop song.

The dancer, a brunette with long long legs, was dressed in a leather vest and a short skirt. She was rather athletic, dancing with an ability that had every eye in the place watching. She absently considered inquiring to Tamara about the girl's preferences. A shifter, much like a vampire, had its hungers. Hers were more refined than blood. Sex, violence, power. Her job gave her the last, and occasionally the second.

As soon as she sat, a waitress had seen to her, and came back in a minute with her drink. Alina sipped at the fruity concoction happily.

Tamara's voice caught her attention, taking it away from the booze and girl. "Look who rolled into my joint."

Alina found herself chuckling. Tamara and she were cut from the same cloth. Winners. "Robby tells me that you have a problem tonight."

"Oh, flu bug going around." She sighed. "Lost three people to it, and now my assistant's running around like a headless chicken."

"I imagine it's quite the sight." She took a sip from her cocktail, and watched as a waitress delivered a beer bottle to Tamara. "I never thought you'd get an assistant. You're much too... independent."

"What I am is too goddamned busy." Tamara took a swig from the bottle before continuing. "Sam's a treasure, though. Never would say this to his face, but the kid works his butt off and he's good."

"He?" Alina arched an eyebrow. "Oh, heavens, you've got a wolf in your henhouse?" She teased.

"If only," She rolled her eyes. "Sam's an angel. Never a complaint from the gals. Real sweet, if only he worked for me." She smiled. "Well, as one of the boys."

That caught Alina's interest. "Attractive?"

"Tall. Green eyes." Tamara sighed. "But he seems decidedly uninterested in changing jobs." 

Alina frowned. She decided to go to other things. They talked about business, liquor.

After about a half an hour, she smelled something. A were had excellent senses, keened from their animals. After two centuries, Alina had shaped hers that she could identify most things easily.

But this was a scent she had not picked up in a long, long time.

Her head spun around, drawing a "What's up?" from Tamara.

She found the source of the scent. It was warm, earthy, enticing, a natural masculinity, like spice and oak. 

The first thing she was drawn to were those green eyes. They were a light color, like old dollar bills. But she immediately knew the magic surrounding them. It was glamour. The man was hiding something. Her eyes took him in. He had dark hair that hung to the nap of his neck, a brown so dark she wanted to just lose her fingers in those waves.

His face was young but shaped well, with a hard jaw. The rest of his body wasn't bad either. Despite his business wear she could see a frame that spent time in a gym and used it.

She knew what he was. It spoke to her like a hidden temptation. Incubus. The word fluttered through her mind. 

"Tamara," She turned to face her friend, and she looked right into her eyes. "I'm in need of something."

Tamara froze. Alina liked that. Tamara never expected favors. A chance to remove some of the debt from Alina never escaped someone. "What can I do for you, Alina?" She asked, voice quiet. "A girl?"

"No. I think he's not on the menu." Alina leaned forward, smiling. "But I've got an offer for you."

Tamara looked back to the man. Alina knew it was Sam. She knew it had to be. Tamara froze for a moment. "He won't. I mean, he's avoided-"

Alina cut her off. "Ten times your usual fee."

"That's-that's." Tamara stammed.

"Yes. One hundred thousand dollars." She smiled, like a cat who knew what she was getting. "I'll let you talk it out with Sam. You know how to get into contact with me." Alina finished off her drink, then stood. 

She walked from the table towards the check out. She had her eyes on Sam the entire time as she walked. He was leaning over the bar, focused on a clipboard. 

She didn't take her eyes off him until she got her jacket back.

"Soon, little demon," She promised with a whisper. "You'll be mine."

Incubus Nights Ch. 02



Sam had walked in from calling Hendricks when he had seen Tamara talking with a woman. He didn't recognize her, but he was always expecting new clients.

Most of the time they were older men. They definitely weren't women of this caliber, not in here.

Her blond hair reminded him of home, of sandy beaches and sunshine. She had a face that reminded him of a predator, strong and fierce. Her blue eyes, however, were what pierced him. For a short moment, their eyes met. His heart stopped. He could feel power rolling off of her.

He had lots of experience with the preternatural. He had grown up with an arcane researcher and a succubus, for heaven's sake. Sam had encountered a lot of things in his short time on this planet.

She was a were, a shifter. And she was powerful. Just holding her gaze made him feel like power was pressing down on him, penetrating his mind. 

It was a surprise to him that she broke the gaze first. Her eyes roamed over him, in that simple glance that knew he had been sized up, dissected, and filed away for future reference. She turned back, and he felt the weight lift off of him. 

He walked over to the counter and grabbed the clipboard that showed the stock of the liquors. He had his phone out, taking notes throughout the night of what they needed to restock. Even as he worked, he could feel her presence. He had to focus on his glamour, a conscious effort when it was usually second nature.

Sam had been born with flecks of gold in his eyes When he lost control of his demon, he was told that the gold overtook everything else. He didn't like the monster's side of him. It meant he worked extra hard with his demon's powers to turn his eyes to a simple green.

He could feel it when the strange woman started to walk by him. It felt like the air pressure in the room surrounded her, built up and flowed around her. Sam tried to ignore it. It was the best he could do, he swore. 

He looked around out of the corner of his eye. He could tell she was watching him. It unnerved him deeply, but there wasn't a ton he could do. He watched her get her coat, and watched those long legs as she strutted out of the club.

After she was gone, Tamara's voice was behind him. "Can we talk, Sam?"

Sam turned around from the form he was filling out. They were in a slow night, and there were only a few audience members watching the man onstage. Tamara was standing with her arms crossed, meeting his gaze. She didn't have to look up far to do it, especially in her heels. 

"Sure thing, boss, what's going on?" Sam asked.

She merely replied. "We should talk about this in my office." 

Sam's mind started to race. What had happened? Was he getting fired? Had he done something? He had to focus himself, take a breath. He could feel his glamour flicker for just a moment, his demon riling up. Flight or fight was a bitch with a demonic side to you. 

He followed Tamara back to her office. It wasn't until he was seated back down in front of her desk that he spoke. "Tamara, what the hell is going on?"

"I got an offer today." She said, voice soft. She walked to the desk and sat on the edge. "You saw the woman who came in today?"

"Yeah. Who was she?" Part of him was dying to know more about the strange shifter.

"Her name's Alina Petrov. She's an...investor. She backed me for a lot of the money to start the Blue Room." She paused for a moment before she continued. "She has inquired about you."

"Well, she can go take a long walk off a short pier." He scoffed. "I'm not one of your boys."

"Sam, Sam." She sighed. "Listen, I don't want to force you into anything." She said. "I just want to offer the opportunity." 

"Yeah, no." He crossed his arms across his chest and glared at her. "I'm not working for you."

"One hundred thousand dollars." The words shut Sam up. She waited a few seconds. "She's offered one hundred thousand dollars."

Sam had to think about it for a moment. "It's not a matter of price, I-I..." He sighed. He knew the cut of it he would get. He did the books. He had student loans. And it was tempting. "Okay. Theoretically, if I was interested."

"For a first time client with a new person, I set up an appointment before hand." She smiled a little. "I'll give you her number. You'll meet with her, see if she wants to arrange something with you."

"All right." Sam sighed. "Text me her number. I'll call her later."

Tamara's smile could have lit all of New York. "Perfect."

Sam didn't leave work until three that morning. He got home at four. 

He rented a small apartment in a building that might have been trendy twenty years ago. Now it was just functional, a loft with a kitchenette and enough space for him to do some light workouts. He tossed his jacket and keys onto his bed before he headed to the fridge. He got a bottle of cider from the fridge and popped the cap. He took a long swig from it before he pulled out his phone.

Staring at him was Alina Petrov's phone number. He waited a long moment, just looking at it. What harm could there be? It would just be a phone call. Maybe a dinner. He would turn it down, and he would go back to normal life.

He took another pull from the drink before he typed in the phone number. He scooped up the phone, and listened to it ring.

There were two, three, four rings before someone picked up. The voice was male, British, and cultured. "May I ask who's calling?" Just like that. Not even a hello.

"My name is Sam Taylor." He replied. "I was given this number to contact Alina Petrov."

There was a slight pause. "Of course. I'll be just a minute. I'll get Miss Petrov." 

Silence filled the line after he heard the man set the phone down. Sam took another sip of his cider as he waited, anxiety crawling through him.

After about two minutes, a woman's voice came from the phone. "Hello, Sam."

God, it was like heaven. Her voice was low, husky. She practically purred his name, and it sent shivers through him. He was in such trouble. His hunger scratched at him, eager.

"You must be Alina Petrov." He paused a moment. "Tamara gave me your number."

"Yes, and she did inform me that you are in fact her assistant." She noted. "Hence my rather unusual offer."

"Right. I, uh, I haven't ever been one of Tamara's...stable."

"I see." Alina paused a moment. "I'm still interested." She then added. "I know what you are, Sam."

Color drained from him, even if he was alone. "You, uh, I beg your pardon?"

"I know you're an incubus. Not full-blooded, I'm sure of that. Your glamour's not that powerful." She said it all matter-of-factly. "Is it your mother or your father that you got your demon side from?"

"My mother," Sam said. "She's a succubus."

She made a noise of understanding. "Ah, of course. My offer stands, Sam. I haven't had an incubus in a long time, and I would like to have a night with you. My offer is simple. You have drinks with me on...Wednesday. We will discuss things, and we will get to know each other. If we are both amicable, we will then meet on Friday. We will go on a date, we will go back to my penthouse, and we will fuck. I will pay you and Tamara one-hundred grand."

Sam shook his head. He remembered she couldn't see it. "This is ridiculous. Who pays one hundred thousand dollars for a date? With a guy?"

"Oh, Sam. I'm a woman of varied interests. Real estate, art, sex demons." She laughed softly. It slid across Sam's skin like silk. "However, you don't seem like many I have met. Which interests me as well."

"How am I different?" Sam asked, honestly curious.

"Well," She replied. "Most incubi are incredibly eager to jump into bed with an alpha were-tigress."

Sam made a soft noise of realization. "I was wondering what your animal was."

"You could sense that I was a were?"

"Yeah, your power is very...potent." He explained. "And as for my hesitance, well, I'll discuss that with you on Wednesday." 

"Excellent." She said. "Do you have a nice suit, Sam? Not something you wear to work."

Sam thought about it for a second. "Uh, yeah." 

"That wasn't very convincing." She seemed to think about this for a moment. "You will get an email from Hannigan, my assistant. He will give you directions to a tailor I prefer, and he'll get you something to wear for our dinner Wednesday. I'll pick you up from your apartment at eight-thirty, and we will have dinner."

"You've got everything planned, don't you?" Sam teased her. 

Another chuckle came from Alina. "Sam, I'll be perfectly plain. I like to be in control. I'm a bit of a bitch, and I know what I want." He could practically hear her smiling like a cat with a canary. "Don't worry, Sam, I've got good taste. You'll enjoy the ride."

Wednesday came by in a blur. As it turned out, Alina had sent him to a tailor that had suits that cost more than what he made in a quarter. Apparently, Alina was paying for it all. Well, that was fine by him.

He had dressed in a blue suit, one with a neat cut that profiled his sleek physique well. He felt good in the suit, even if he realized that this was probably the most expensive thing he had ever worn. Or maybe even owned.

The black towncar pulled up at exactly eight-thirty. A man who Sam was guessing was Hannigan stepped out of the driver's seat and opened up the back door for him. "Mister Taylor," His voice confirmed him as the British man on the phone. 

Walk into my web, said the spider's driver to the fly. He lowered himself through the door and sat down in the back of the car, and there was Alina right there.

Her blonde hair was swept to one side fashionably, exposing her long neck. Even in the dark her blue eyes stared out at him like little lights. "Hello, Sam." She patted the leather seats. "Do sit down."

He did, and he found himself just looking into her eyes once he was settled. He was sure he could lose himself in them. Power lurked right behind those eyes. "You look great." He whispered.

"You clean up nicely yourself." She said, and she leaned over, close to him. "Very well." She looked back to Hanigan in the front. "O'Dell's, Hanigan."

"Of course, Mistress." He said, and the car started off. 

The lights of the city rolled past tinted windows, but Sam wasn't paying attention to them. He was entirely focused on Alina. 

"I've got questions," Sam said.

She nodded. "I have some as well." She looked right back at him. "How about we play a game, then? One question, one answer. You ask one, I'll ask one."

Sam started to suspect he was in for more than he first thought. "All right, then. You can go first." She was about to speak, when he added. "Once I've got a drink."

She smiled just a little. "Very well, then. We'll play it your way."

O'Dell's was a fancy bar in a good neighborhood. Hanigan pulled them up, and after Sam got out, he offered his hand to Alina as she slid out. She thanked him, and as they walked to the door to the bar, she slid against his arm, wrapping one of hers around it possessively. 

"You're not shy." Sam noted.

She smiled up at him. He had a few inches on her, enough that she had to look up to meet his gaze. "Yes. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all." He said. "You're, well, not like other women I've met." 

He opened the door for her, and she gave a small noise of approval. "We'll talk more when we sit."

The maitre d' nodded to them. He had a thin moustache, and had large Gallic shoulders. "Miss Petrov," He had a deep voice. "You've got the usual table tonight."

"Thank you, Julian." She smiled at the man, and she looked back up to Sam. "Let's get acquainted." She said. 

Alina led him to the table. He slid her chair out first, and she pressed against his side like it was entirely natural before she sat. When the waitress came by, Alina knew her immediately. "Carla, an old-fashioned for me. You know how I like it?"

"I'll make sure it's to your specifications." She nodded. "And for your boy tonight?"

"I'll have whiskey. Jameson?" 

Carla smiled, her short pageboy cut only accentuating her boyish looks. "Sure thing. Twelve-year?" 

It wasn't Sam who answered. "Perfect, Carla." Alina said.

That miffed Sam. He waited until Alina had walked away. "You ordering for me doesn't sit well with me."

She tilted her head to the side, thinking for a moment. "I'm sorry, Sam." She placed her hand on his shoulder. "I do spoil my dates, unfortunately." He found himself smiling despite himself. "So, Sam. Let's talk about...business."

"Business." He found himself echoing. "You'll begin, I believe."

"Yes, indeed." Alina's blue eyes pierced into him for a long moment. "Sam, you're an incubus. Why aren't you one of Tamara's boys?"

He swallowed down the lump in his throat. "I know a were can't sense magic like a vampire can, so I'll explain it." He said. "I'm...I've never fed my demon."

The look on her face was almost worth the entire money she was offering. It was a look of surprise, her pupils widening. It looked entirely inhuman, to the extent her large eyes changed. 

"You're kidding me..." She shook her head. "Bozhei-moi, how old are you?"

"Twenty-four." He answered. "My demon's been active since I was seventeen."

"Active?" She paused a moment. "Jesus. You said...active."

"You know, that's three questions now. I'll get three back." Sam smiled as he realized he had a small victory. "Yes. Active. I haven't fed the demon. I occasionally sate its desire to feed, with some physical contact."

"You must have..." She paused for a moment. "Phenomenal control. I believe that I didn't offer enough, Mister Taylor. If I had known I was bidding for an incubus's virginity, I would have at least doubled it." 

"You got the bargain deal, then." Sam decided that he would ask his first question. "What kind of person pays one hundred grand for an escort?" 

She paused as Carla dropped off their drinks. Once Carla was gone, she took her old fashioned, and sipped it. "I'm a very wealthy woman. You can feel my power. With being a were, I have had a long, long life to play markets. I'm a woman of refined tastes."

"And what taste do I fit into?" Sam picked up the Jameson and took a sip. It was damn good whiskey.

Alina's eyes flickered to his, then back to her drink. "How old do I look?"

Sam shrugged. "Thirty, maybe a bit older."

She paused a moment, as if judging him. "You aren't lying. Even one of those white lies men say to make women feel better. How old would you have said if you didn't know I was a were and could tell?"

"Thirty." Sam repeated. "I try not to lie. How does a perpetually thirty woman stay in business with no one asking questions?"

"People are idiots. They assume I've got a great plastic surgeon." She scoffed. "People are so vain. And ignorant. They create lies to explain things they can't."

He nodded. Sam thought about what to ask next. The next question would bring them even. "Have you ever met an incubus before?"

"I have." She nodded. "He was delicious. An Asian man, striking features. I met him in the twenties."

"The nineteen twenties." He said, a statement. He would have phrased it as a question, but he wasn't quite sure still how strict the rules were.

Alina stroked his shoulder with her hand, the thumb caressing bone. "You're very good. You play the game very well."

"I learned from the best."

Sam's face was entirely solemn in that moment. Alina noted that while Sam could fool most humans, microexpressions and scent were something that most humans didn't recognize.

"Who taught you how to play at court?" She asked him. Arcane creatures like them didn't play by human standards. They interacted with each other with a sense of honor, gamesmanship, and half-truths. Debts were counted, victories assessed and remembered. 

Sam took another sip from his whiskey before he continued. "Alina, before I talk about this, can I get just a little space? I'd prefer to look at you directly, not craning my neck."

Alina decided that perhaps she was being a bit too physical for the moment. She had expected him to be like the previous incubus she had encountered. But people were their own creatures. She slid out from the booth, and moved to the other side. She could watch his sleek body from just a little further away. 

After she sat, he spoke. "In my freshman year of college, I was attending UCLA."

"That is quite a distance from New York. Your accent is native from California, though."

He nodded. "I met a man. His name was Nathaniel Darcy. Or at least, that's what he used publicly. His true name is..." He closed his eyes. "I can't say it. Saying his true name would call him to me. He would hear it." He pulled out his phone. He typed out something. It was a text, just two words. Winter Malady.

"That's a Faerie name." She whispered. "A Faerie in California? I thought they despised cities."

"The lesser, more wild Fae do. I'll call him Mal. Mal was a Sidhe, one of the high fey. They don't appear in society often."

"I have never met one." Alina said. "And I have much more experience than you do."

Sam nodded, and he continued. "He promised me things I wanted. Control over my demon. Ability to move inside the supernatural circles."

"You do seem like quite the courtier." He noted.

"Part of his doing. He taught me the little things. How to properly bow, how to address people. How to be a gentleman. I wasn't strong enough to be a free lord, but as a hanger-on, I could survive."

"So why are you here in New York, Sam?" She asked. "Why are you here and not with him?"

"Mal's price was very high. One day, after tea, he took me to his basement. That was unusual in itself. People don't build basements in California. Earthquakes and all that." He shook his head. "He chained me to a wall. Drew out my demon. And he tortured me with it."

Alina stared at him. She felt like a monster right then and there. This boy had been abused. What had made him special had been turned against him. She wanted to buy him, use him. The beast in her roared. She kept a firm, quiet control over herself, however. "What did he do to you?"

"He forced me to watch him. Him and so many others. I stayed chained to that wall for three days. By the time he took me off the wall, I would have done anything to sate my demon's hunger. I would have fed on lust and fucked whoever I was with until their body was dust beneath me.

"Mal had one last thing for me. He wanted to brand me. Make me his pet, his slave. My demon had no interest in being a Faerie's servant. I escaped. I escaped, and I haven't let my demon have that much reign for the five years since."

Alina just stared at him for a long moment. "Why in God's name did you say yes to my proposal?"

"Honestly?" Sam looked down at his whiskey. He knocked the rest of it back. "I'm not afraid. I'm not hiding from it any more. You offer a unique opportunity. You're an alpha were, from what I can sense. And you would survive a demon's first night free."

Alina nodded. "Very well. That is a good reason." She took a sip from her own drink, then continued. "Sam, I'm not just interested in using you. I like Tamara because she provides quality companionship. If we do this, I will have very strict demands upon you."

He was about to speak, but she cut him off. "Hold on, I'm not finished. The first among those is that you never, ever be anything less than honest with me. If anything I do ever makes you uncomfortable, I need to know. I know that being a survivor means being tough, and telling yourself you'll do anything to survive, but honestly?" She looked into his eyes, and she wanted to lose herself in them. Even if they were glamour, those pale green eyes were still enough to lose herself. "If I will be your first, I'm going to make it the ride of your life. Because more pleasure for you means more pleasure for me. That pesky demon side of yours hasn't met an alpha were before."




Incubus Nights Ch. 02



She flashed her teeth to him, like a cat lazily showing its fangs. Sam smiled back at her, closed-lips. He finally spoke after a moment. "You are not what I was expecting, at all." He gestured for Carla, and she appeared in a moment.

"Hi there, anything I can get for you?"

"Another whiskey." He said, and Carla went away with the glass. She tossed a look over her shoulder just so Alina could see it. It was all conspiracy. 

Alina decided to lighten the mood a bit. She slipped one of her heels off, leaving it on the floor. Her foot found his thigh easily. Thankfully the table cloth would cover their game. 

It was so worth it. His eyes widened til they were like saucers. He restrained a noise. Even against the light jazz and conversation, he could have caused a scene. His control was commendable. It just made him more desirable. 

"Have you made a decision yet?" She asked, and she forced her eyes to meet his gaze. 

Sam swallowed, and she watched his Adam's apple bob for a moment. He nodded. "Yes. I'll do it."

"Then I have a request, Sam." She said.

"You're the boss here." He whispered.

Yes, yes she was. "I want you to drop your glamour when you're around me. Starting now."

He hesitated for a moment, watching her. "I...well." He closed his eyes a moment. Even without the magical talent of others, she could feel the power that rolled off of him. It surprised her when he opened his eyes.

The pale green was still there in his eyes. However, flecks of gold had slid into them, and they were even more entrancing than before. "Gorgeous." She whispered. Her toes flexed, sliding further up his thigh. She found the bulge in his pants, and she smiled. "Not erect yet. Must be losing my touch." She purred.

"No, just..." He closed his eyes just a moment, grunting. "Crap. You're really good."

She smiled, and stood. "Finish your drink, then meet me in the ladies' room." She slid her foot from his groin, then slipped it back into her shoe. She stood and walked away from the table.

She couldn't help but chuckle to herself once she had made her way into the restroom. She hopped up onto the marble counter, and she ran a hand through her blond hair. As nervous and excitable as Sam was, he was irresistible. She could hardly wait for him. 

She licked her lips when he walked in. At his full height, her mind started to imagine what he would look like nude. He could use some more time in the gym, develop a promising frame. Later, she promised herself. She would have him.

"Sam," She whispered. "You've not had sex, but do you at least have some experience with foreplay?"

"Yes." Sam walked towards her. The gold in his eyes was starting to overtake the green. His demon, good. She wanted that demon. 

"Excellent." She uncrossed her legs, and spread them wide. "Let's have the oral part of your tryout."

Sam looked down, then smiled. He knelt down on one knee, and Alina quivered slightly. He looked good kneeling before her. She placed her hands on the counter, lifting her hips up. "Get my panties off. With your teeth."

He lifted his head, and she groaned as his face went under her skirt. She had already been wet, but she felt an ache inside her as she felt the little shift of pressure as he pulled at her panties. 

She watched as he slowly dragged her panties, black, down to her knees. "Do you want me to continue?" He asked. 

"Oh you better, boy." She groaned, and she didn't regret it.

Incubi had such excellent natural talent. His tongue flickered out, sliding against the lips of her sex. She groaned softly, and her hand reached down, tangling in his dark locks. She pushed her head against her, and moaned as his lips started to make out with her cunt.

"Fuck," She hissed. "More." She urged. She wanted him hooked on her. She knew an incubus was going to be particularly susceptible to the pheromones a were had in their bodily fluids. Just for good measure, she started to grind her hips against his face. It felt good, damn good. 

His tongue slithered inside of her, and she squirmed as he started to each her out. She didn't last long. He was thorough, enthusiastic. All she could ask for from a man. She clenched her thighs together, rocked her hips against his face. Hell, she fucked his face. She wanted to cum all over that pretty face.

When she did, she felt her fangs lengthen, her beast roaring within her. She panted, groaned, looked down at him. "Sam, Sam..." She panted, her body tingling with desire. 

His face was covered in her juices as he looked up. "Yeah, Alina?" His voice was low, rough. 

She knew what she wanted right then and there. "Stand up." He did, and he loomed over her. She slid her hand through his locks again, and she pulled his face down to her. 

He let out a yelp of surprise, but he didn't struggle. Her heart raced, her beast roared. She sunk her fangs into his neck.

Hers. He would be hers.



Incubus Nights Ch. 03



Hey, everyone, sorry for the short chapter!






Sam wasn't sure where he was at first. All he was aware of was the headache. It was hell, in every sense of the word. He couldn't even open his eyes. A low, pitiful moan escaped his throat, and he was sure he was in hell. That was it.

He laid there, the morning sun pouring in through the window and beating on his face. He wasn't sure of the time. It took him at least twenty minutes of just laying there before he found the courage to reach for his phone. He looked at the front screen. Ten-thirty in the morning. There was also a message on his phone, under the voice notes, marked "LISTEN ASAP. ALINA."

He frowned, then hit the message to play it.

"Hello, Sam, this is Alina. I had a great time last night. I can't wait for our date." Her voice filled his bedroom, and he felt his groin stir just at the sound of it. "You might have some issues remembering some minor details after you ate me out last night. Long story short, I bit you. Now, it's not like you'll catch therianthropy from me. However, I have marked you."

Sam actually groaned. That. Fucking. Bitch. She had marked him as hers. 

"I am not entirely sure how it'll react with an incubus, but from what I know, it'll raise your libido. Oh, that'll be fun. I also recommend not letting a strange woman touch you. The results will be...unpleasant." There was a hint of mirth in her voice, and the bubbling urge to hit something filled Sam. "I'll call you about details for our date on Friday later tonight. I suppose that will be enough time for you to recover. Until then, Incubus."

Sam listened to the message again. She was unbelievable. What kind of person did this?

The answer was plain to him. Regular people didn't think like this. She was a tigress. Weres saw possession and ownership. He shuddered a little, and he shook his head.

He got out of bed, eventually, and made his way to the bathroom. Flipping on the lights had him covering his eyes. Great. He looked at his body. Wait, someone had put him in bed, and stripped off his shirt? He was sure it was Hannigan. He saw the bite mark, a set of red marks on his shoulder. Great. His entire body was flush, and he realized that his body seemed warmer than it usually was. He started the shower, and as he stepped in, shook his head. This was going to be a rough two days. 

It didn't get worse. Even after a cold shower, he could feel his demon side start to rise. It was more present than it had ever been, a tangible presence in him.

His cock was raging hard as he toweled off. That was not pleasant. Images of last night, of being buried between Alina's thighs, rushed back to him. Her sweet, spicy scent, filling the air, her deep taste. He wondered why she hadn't had things progress further last night. Was she really wanting to wait? He would have done anything to spend the night with her.

Sam was sure she was going to ruin him.

He couldn't help but feel like an idiot. Alina had played him. He realized that now. She had played him like a naive fool. She had gotten him to open up, hell, she had worked him over like she was a pro. It made him feel even worse that he wanted her still.

He walked back to the bedroom, ignoring his erection as best he could. He grabbed his phone and dialed up Darren. He had met Darren when he first came to New York, and he had quickly accepted the man as one of the best supernatural experts in New York.

Considering he was one of the three Princes of New York's vampires, he had to be. For Sam, Darren had been a help and an ally. Darren had earned Sam's trust, not like Alina had in one quick conversation. He shook his head and waited for Darren to answer. 

"Hello there, Sam, mate." The rough Liverpudlian voice of Darren came over the line. "What's my little incubus up to?"

Sam let out a frustrated groan. He set the phone to speakerphone as he pulled at drawers. "I had some drinks last night." He found a pair of boxers and pulled them on.

"Well, that's new. You don't let yourself out much, Sammy boy." The vampire chuckled. "Well, why didn't you invite me?"

"I happened to be drinking with someone. A lady." I answered. "Listen, Darren. I need your help."

"Anything." He said. "I'm in a generous mood today, even if it is daylight." 

"Oh, you were up anyway." He knew that vampires didn't need to sleep in the day, and that Vincent crash until noon and only then until dusk. "Listen, I need to ask you about the woman I was with last night. Alina Petrov. Does the name ring any bells?"

There was a dead silence on the other end of the line. Sam waited. Vampires didn't breathe as often as normal humans, so he couldn't tell just what was going on. 

"Darren?"

"Sam. You need to get a ride over to my place. Now. What happened?"

"She...we had drinks." He tried to sound clinical, to keep calm. "I was into her. Really into her. I performed oral sex on her in the restroom."

"Wait, wait..." He interrupted. "You ate out a woman who is, not only an alpha tigress, but a fucking gangster."

"What?" Sam answered back. 

"Your little gal pal is a mobster." Darren groaned. "Fuck, mate. Did...did she mark you?"

"What makes you think she did that?"

"Because I know alphas, man." He replied. "Did she bite you?"

Sam knew he couldn't lie. Not if he wanted help. "Yeah, she did."

"Cain's bloody bits, Sam." He sighed. "Get down to the Playground. Now."

The silence on the end of the line told him this wasn't up for discussion. Darren was so used to power he forgot that sometimes that he dealt with people who weren't his flunkies. Still, Sam needed a favor.

He grabbed a pair of jeans, an NYU tee, and a hoodie that was somehow oversized on his tall frame. He grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet, and grabbed his emergency credit card from the small shoebox he kept under the bed. 

The Playground was tame, compared to the Blue Room. It was just a dance club that Darren ran as a front for his many businesses. Though for all that Darren professed in dislike to Alina's criminal activities, the vampire was hardly a saint himself. More drugs passed through the Playground than a Dead concert. 

Sam paid the cabbie, then walked to the back of the building. He walked to the back of the building, and checked his glamour in the camera of his phone. Green eyes. Just what he wanted. He swallowed, then knocked on the door, the employee's entrance. The door swung open. Sam knew it was vampire tricks, that Darren was doing it for his benefit.

"You are such a baby." Sam groaned as he walked in and closed the door. The room he had walked into was the employee's lounge, a place done in comfortable, practical couches. It didn't match with the leather decor in the rest of the place, all blacks and metal and industrial looks. It looked like someone's living room.

Darren was sprawled over one of the couches. He was from England at some point, but his heritage wasn't entirely British, Sam could guess that much. His caramel skin looked fantastic in the soft light of the lounge, and his black locks of hair spilled lazily around his head. He lifted a hand, bringing it to his mouth so he could take a drag from the cigarette. "I could be sleeping." 

"And I could be doing anything but being here asking for your help." He sighed, and he sat down in an overstuffed arm chair. "Shit."

The vampire let out a hearty chuckle. "You sound like you just got bit by a were."

Sam glared at the vampire. "You're going to need to tell me what's going on."

Darren slid up off the couch. He moved with the grace that the century and older vampires had, like he was entirely weightless. He wasn't particularly tall, with a thin frame that looked sleek more than skinny. He leaned down and put his cigarette out in an ashtray on the coffee table. 

"I'm going to need to smell the mark." He said. "Which means you take off the sweater."

Sam didn't question it. He had to lift himself off the seat to pull it off, and he set the sweater aside. He then pulled off the tee shirt next, exposing the bite mark to Darren.

The vampire moved close, and leaned in to sniff at the base of the neck. He lingered on the mark, now pulsing and red. There was no contact, but the proximity, the simple action of his neck being offered up to a vampire made his skin tingle, and it wasn't entirely unpleasant. 

"Why bother with the glamour in here?" Darren asked. "It's just me."

Sam shook his head. "If you haven't figure it out about me, then you never will." He whispered. "Now what can you tell me about the mark?"

"What do you know about bites?" Darren pulled away from his neck, but Sam could see the vampire prince's fangs extended. He knew he would have to taste good to a vamp. He wouldn't want to offer himself up, however, no matter how inviting the vampire was.

"Vampire bites are how they feed. Generally, a powerful vampire can mark a victim, make them...attached. The more powerful the vampire, the greater the attachment."

Darren nodded. "Got the right idea. Weres?"

Sam shrugged. "That it's not how they transmit therianthropy. Werewolves use bites to establish in-pack dominance. A more powerful wolf can force weaker ones under their control."

"Good, good." Darren slid back down, then gestured to his clothes. "Put those back on, before one of my vampires decides to come in and jump your bones."

Sam pulled his shirt on first, but didn't bother with the sweater. "How do tigers differ?"

"Tigers can use their bite to grab control of humans as well." He explained. "Basically, she's trying to make you bound to her."

"Fuck." Sam flopped his head back, looking at the ceiling. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck." He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "How do I get rid of it? I am not becoming some tigress's fuck toy."

"Sam," Darren said. "What were you doing with Alina Petrov?" His voice was soft.

Sam closed his eyes, and sighed. "Tamara was having me, well, have drinks because..." He sighed. "I have student loans, okay?"

"Bloody hell. You agreed to whore for her?" Darren said. "I was okay with you working for her because you were staying out of trouble."

"She paid better for a personal assistant than you were offering." Sam shrugged. "I wasn't planning on it. But, I just...opened up to her. I felt safe, comfortable. I agreed to a date with her. She was paying one hundred grand!"

Darren shook his head. "Jesus, Sam. For an incubus, you're daft about the monsters at times. She was pumping your body full of pheromones. She's an alpha. She's got more powers than she knows what to do with."

Sam slumped further into the chair. "She's old. How old?"

"Don't know. Know she's been a player in New York longer than I have."

"Which makes her active in the nineties." Sam sighed. "How far does her web go?"

"As far as a woman with billions in assets can go." He shook his head. "She picks her lieutenants well. She's got a score of tigers, all female. More than a few straight up killers in there."

Sam sighed. "Great. Listen, Darren, I want her. Like, she's intriguing, and damn, my demon side wants her." He bit his lip, then continued. "But she bit me. Jeez. I've been thinking about her all morning. I need your help. I need shelter. I need you to make sure I don't run to her like a fool."

Darren nodded. "Sure thing, Sam. You're good people, and I like you." He said. "Call your boss. Tell her you quit, you won't do the date." Sam started to protest, but he held up a finger. "You're no whore, my blushing demon virgin. You'll do better working for me. Because, trust me, it's better than ending up in a weretiger's den as their toy."

Alina was not having a good morning. She was supposed to be the calm, collected leader of a business empire and a tiger ambush. 

Instead, she had one of her tigers on the floor, with her bare foot planted squarely on the supine were's chest. 

"You. Had. One. Job." She growled. "Eve, what was it?"

Eve, the tigress on the floor, was a short woman, with dark hair and amber eyes. She was wearing a pantsuit, though the look wasn't as dignified when she was on the ground.

"Miss Petrov." She whimpered. "I was supposed to keep an eye on Sam Taylor."

"And what happened?"

Eve closed her eyes, looking away. Alina, frustrated, growled and moved her foot off the younger woman's throat. "I lost him." Eve whispered.

"You lost him. You lost an incubus. How hard could it be to lose his scent?"

"He got in a cab, Mistress." That stroked Alina's ego. Mistress was a phrase she liked. 

Hannigan, who was sitting on the couch of the penthouse, was polishing a knife. "I believe that a cab can be followed."

"Mistress, please, I tried, but I lose the cab. I couldn't catch up." Eve pleaded, and Alina sighed.

She slid her foot off her follower's chest, and she stamped to the window of the living room of her penthouse. She wasn't dressed for work yet. She was still in her silk pajamas, and had no intention of dressing in anything more professional until she had to tonight. So she was a casual gal, sue her.

"I apologize for my outburst, Eve." Alina said, forcing herself to take a breath. "You are dismissed."

Eve slowly pulled herself off the floor, and she dipped her head in deference to her alpha. She headed for the elevator, and it wasn't until she was gone that Hannigan spoke.

"Madam, why is it so important that you keep an eye on Taylor? He probably went to visit with a friend, or to get the bite tended."

Had it been anyone else, Alina might have snapped at him. Hannigan wasn't one of her tigers. He had been with her for too long to be under the same restrictions. 

"I marked him," She shook her head. "He is mine. The date is just the first step." She started to pace around the living room of the penthouse. "I wanted to make sure he was safe, that he had no adverse side effects from the bite. Incubus biology is not exactly a strong subject of knowledge."

"Eve should be sent back to Taylor's apartment." Hannigan said. "Abduct him if he matters that much to you, if you desire him so."

The thought appealed to her on a primal level. She felt her beast purr, and an image flashed through her head, of Jason on a rack, all his flesh on display for her. 

"He must come of his own consent." She said. "If I mate him against his will, he will hold it against me, he will rebel. If I want a proper concubine, he must embrace that demon, and me."

Her eyes glanced to her phone. She sighed, and she scooped it off the desk. "I'll leave a message. Find out how he's doing. Give him a tip on how to calm the burning of the bite."

"As you desire," Hannigan said in the tone that really meant "your funeral."

She scooped up her phone and started to dial Sam's cell. She needed to know he was fine. 

Alina waited for several rings before someone answered. It wasn't Sam who answered.

"Why, hello, hello, Sam's phone. Alina, isn't it?" A British voice answered.

"Where is he?" She snarled. 

"He's safe." He said. "Sam Taylor is under my protection, Alina."

"And just who are you?" She snarled. 

"Prince Darren. Now, Sam's sleeping off that bite you gave him, but let me be clear. You're not coming for him. You're not going to claim him or whatever you're thinking of."

"I'll rip out your throat, vampire." She growled. "You can't keep me from him."

"Watch me try, kitty cat." He hung up on her.

Alina knew what came next. 

It was time to go to war.

Thanks for waiting, everyone, chapter four should come a lot faster!



Incubus Nights Ch. 04



Again, sorry for the wait, but hey, we're here now! Enjoy!

*****

There was a time when a dream was a warning sign for Sam. His demon was a bitch when it came to dreams. He had more fantasies, more dreams than he was sure was healthy.

Having a lack of a sex life with a demon that fed off lust was hell.

It was Alina he was dreaming about now. He was dancing with her, body pressed against hers. They were in some night club, jazz playing as they softly swayed together.

She had her wonderful body molded to his, lips against his neck as she kissed at it, sucked on the flesh right where she had bit him. "My beautiful demon," She whispered. "Why do you run from me?"

Surrender loomed in Sam's mind. He was eager to say that he wasn't running, that he would happily come to her. "You marked me. You marked me and left me alone."

She pulled away slightly. Her blue eyes were darkened by lust, desire, twin sapphires boring into his soul. "I didn't want to scare you, my demon." She whispered, and she reached her hand up to stroke his face. "But I figured that if I took you to my home, you might not appreciate it."

"You bit me. Without my permission." He snapped. "Seriously. Who does that?"

Alina leaned her head in, as if she was scenting him. It seemed odd to do it, for a dream. He swallowed, and he looked down. "Someone, Sam, who knows what she wants, and is used to taking what she wants." She dragged her tongue, surprisingly enticing. It was rough, and it rippled across his skin, raising the hairs on his neck.

"What are you going to do, Alina? Take your money, I don't want it." Sam pulled away, though her grasp was strong on him, holding him in place. He squirmed.

"I will come for you, Sam." She whispered, and he knew it was a promise, not a threat. "I will come for you, and take what is mine. You will take my mark, become my consort, and you will be my bogatyr."

"Boga-what?" He frowned.

"All will be explained to you in time, Sam." She whispered, her hands sliding up to his shoulders. "But I am going to sink my fangs into you, and make you mine." Then she flashed her fangs, and he woke up.

It was cold in the basement of the Playground. It was horribly weird that Darren slept in the basement of the club. Sam found himself sprawled over the bedsheets, his breath heavy. He groaned softly as he ran a hand through his hair, brushing it out from his face.

The air conditioner kept the place cool, and his sweat felt icy across his body. "What the hell..." He slid out of bed, taking his time to take stock of the room. He was aching for her, feeling the desire course through him. He wanted to submit, to give himself over to her, but she just wanted too much. He walked from the room, grabbing his sweater as he walked into the hall.

Darren was waiting in the dimly lit corridor. The walls were painted a rich red color, which matched the tank top that the vampire was wearing. He looked right at Darren's eyes, and the confidence in the vampire prince's eyes really made Sam forget that the vampire was a full six inches shorter than him.

"Have a nice nap? Crashed pretty hard there. I could heard you turning and tossing there."

"God, I really hate vampire hearing." He murmured. "It was...unpleasant. I think I was sharing a dream with Alina."

"Sharing a dream?" Darren tilted his head to the side, thinking. "I've never heard of such a power, but it is interesting."

"She'll be coming for me." Sam said, his voice quiet. "I'm not sure, but I think she wants to make this bond between us stronger, to place a claim."

Darren reached a hand out, and touched his shoulder. "Hey, hey, Sam, I won't sell you out, my vamps will help you out."

"Would they?" Sam asked, his voice quiet. "I'm a stranger, Darren, and I'm not one of them."

"I can order them." Darren said, softly.

Sam paused for a moment, regarding Darren. He saw the look in Darren's eyes, one he had seen before in others. They weren't interested in protecting him, or being his friend. It was the power he offered, the promise of pleasure untold that an incubus could summon. Darren was his friend, sure, but he was also very interested in his blood and his sex.

"I won't have them giving themselves up for me." Sam said, his voice softer than he had intended. "If she shows up, we'll try to play it safe, but if worse comes to worse...I'll give myself to her." But he sure wasn't going to make that kitty happy about it.

~

Alina opened her eyes, bringing herself from the trance. The smell of burning candles filled the room, the vanilla scent wafting up to her nose. Candles were important in this ritual, though the vanilla scented ones were a concession to the fact that the candles that Hannigan bought were often dreadful. The man knew his stuff, but he didn't have a were's sense of smell.

She slid from the bed, and put out each of the candles that surrounded the California king bed. Once that was done, she walked out to the living room of her penthouse. Hannigan was sitting there, head tilted inquisitively. "Miss Petrov?"

"A success. As it turns out, in a meditative state, I can...reach out, for lack of a better term, and touch his mind, at least while he sleeps." She noted he frowned slightly. "You disapprove."

"I have never seen a shape shifter before you with your abilities, Miss Petrov. However, might there be better uses than this...boy?"

Alina swallowed. She didn't want to share her plans, even with Hannigan. Not yet, at least. The truth of it was that hers was the largest ambush of tigers outside of Asia that she knew of. She had only encountered two males in the past twenty years. Both of them were incredibly aggressive, and had tried to take her tigers away from her. Males staked out territory, claimed it, and often died trying to expand it.

The wolves created familial units, and the big cats were so often solitary hunters. It left the tigers in an odd situation.

"All will come for the benefit of the ambush, Hannigan, have no doubt of that. I require half a dozen tigers."

"Of course, Miss Petrov, but for what?"

"I need to know Darren's base of operations. We are going to take a male tonight, and we will do it by force if need be."

~

It was eight in the evening before her contacts came through. The Playground. What a silly name, Alina thought as she rode in the back of her town car. Of course, vampires were always an odd sort.

Eve had been handpicked for the assignment. She was eager to return to her queen's good graces, and Alina knew it that much.

She and the five other tigers were dressed in leather jackets, jeans, and assorted concealed weapons. Vampires were tough, but they weren't invincible. All they needed was enough slugs put into them, and their slow beating hearts would eventually give out.

Hannigan slowed the car to the front of the building, where he noted. "Club's not open yet."

"No, it won't until ten." Eve noted, her voice much more confident than it had been when Alina had been threatening to crush her chest. She had a sheath draped across her lap, with a short sword inside it. "I looked it up on my phone."

"Good work," Alina encouraged. "Let me be clear, girls." She said, speaking into the ear piece she had, so the girls in the second car would hear. "I am here for a mate. The vampires are cowards. Strike quickly if violence is warranted. We don't want to start a war, but our target is an incubus, not a vampire. He isn't even a local. Darren's people hold no loyalty to Sam Taylor. We want to play on that."

"And when we have him?" A voice she recognized as Katrina spoke up in her earpiece.

Alina smiled. She had her own plans. "Follow my lead."

They got out of the car, and approached the front door of the club. "Eve, check the door."

Eve filed ahead, holding the sheath in one hand as she advanced, ready to draw it in a moment. She checked the handle on the door. "Locked." She reported, and she looked back to Alina. With a quick, encouraging nod, the tigress jammed her shoulder against the door, and it flew open quickly.

"Excellent," Alina drew her own weapon, a cavalry saber that had seen quite the usage, and walked right in. Alina had gone for a fierce, intimidating look, decked in leather from the neck down. She wore a form-fitting biker's jacket, zipped down to show her cleavage, and leather pants that hugged her frame. Boots went up to her knees. The jacket was red, but everything from the waist down was black with red piping.

"Oh, hello," She called. "Anyone home?" Her tigers filed in behind her, all drawing their own blades. Katrina, a short woman with dark hair, drew a sawed-off shotgun instead.

There was a long moment where silence hung in the club. It was a converted warehouse, with a high ceiling and catwalks with lights and speakers strapped to them. Alina's vision, which took a second to adjust to the dimly lit club, slowly revealed that they were vampires standing on the railing. They held no weapons, but the incredible speed and durability of a vampire could prove a challenge even for the tigers.

"Hello, kitty," Darren's voice came from the other side of the club. Darren stood over by the bar, sipping a glass of amber liquid lazily. "What brings you here, all geared for war?"

"You know what it is." Alina hissed. She stalked towards Darren, her body practically humming with power. She wanted to strike at him, rip out his spine. "I'm here for Sam Taylor."

Darren scoffed. "You can't have him." The vampire set his glass down on the bar, and walked towards Alina. He wasn't particularly tall, which ruined the intimidation factor, as she knew she was more than a match for him.

"That's not an option. You're going to hand him over to the ambush, or you will suffer the consequences."

"You would risk war between the vampires and tigers?" Darren asked, a little smile crawling across his face."

Alina didn't even consider it. "Yes." She stalked closer to him, glaring. "He is mine. You are keeping him from me. I demand what is mine."

Darren leaned forward, his eyes burning with fury. "You will n-"

"You will not what?" Sam's voice came from behind her. It immediately soothed her body, like perfect music.

She turned to face him. By the first tiger, he was gorgeous. He was dressed in just a sweater and jeans, but even that simple look played to his strengths. His dark hair spilled across his shoulders lazily. She could smell him, with her scent mixed into that powerful, masculine scent.

"I will not let her take you, Sam." Darren said, his voice sharp. "I won't just hand you over to a thug and an animal."

Alina looked back to Darren, her voice rumbling with her power. "Call me an animal again, and not a vampire will live to see tomorrow."

"Stop it, both of you!" Sam walked quickly, moving between them. He held up both of his hands. "No one is going to fight anyone." He looked over to Alina, with those gray-green eyes. "I...I'll come quietly." He said softly. "No one is getting hurt over me."

Alina wanted to yowl, roar in victory. She settled for a calm, collected smile. "I have conditions for your surrender to me," She looked to Sam, and watched his green eyes flicker. His glamour faltered for only a moment.

Sam watched her for a long moment. He looked back to Darren, then nodded. "Whatever you want. I don't want this to get out of hand."

She took a step forward, feeling her heart race. Her body heat seemed to rise just getting closer to him. Her sex ached for him, and she knew she was so close to her prize. "I will claim you here and now."

This was it. Would he submit to her? Would he resist? She eagerly waited, watched as he reached a hand up to rub the base of his neck, where she had bitten him.

He nodded, and she knew she had won. She hissed an order to her tigers. "Come. Observe." They all walked to the bar, circling Alina and the incubus. Alina focused her attention on Sam. "Mate, strip."

Sam froze for a moment, as if bewildered by the request. Before she could order him again, though, he grabbed the sweater and pulled it up.

There was nothing beneath it. Just bare, bronzed chest. His abs were well-defined, his entire body sleek and perfect. There was even a slight vee of muscles that dipped beneath the waist of his jeans. He slowly unbuttoned them, sliding them down his legs.

Thank whatever holy thing she could think of he wasn't wearing underwear. His cock slid out, half-erect. She wanted to drool. Or purr. She watched as he stepped out of his pants, not making a sound. He was perfect, and Alina felt a rising heat in her.

He then stood, completely nude, in front of her, and she knew exactly what she was going to do. Alina stalked towards him, and she placed a hand on his shoulder. She could feel his pulse, racing across his body, the power of his demon. She smiled softly. "It's all right, Sam." She assured him. "We'll get rid of that nasty little cherry." She smiled like the cat that was about to swallow the proverbial canary.

"Here?" He hesitated a moment, and she tightened her grip on his shoulder.

"Yes, Sam, right here." She slid down to her knees in front of him. "I'm going to claim you."

Alina touched him, feeling his warm flesh in her hands. Her fingers curled into his thighs, and she inhaled the scent of his groin. It filled her, all that masculine scent. His cock was erect now, and she wasn't sure she could contain herself. The thick purple head called to her, and she wouldn't dream of denying him. She licked at it, her tongue dragging across the head.

He gasped, and it greatly excited her to see him squirm. She looked up at him, and whispered. "Just relax, Sam, and lose the glamour. We all know what we are here..." She raised her head, and lightly bit at his thigh. Her tongue flicked over her flesh. He tasted of sweat, and she wanted more.

One of Sam's hands moved to her hair, his fingers curling into her blond locks. It sent a little shiver through her as she kissed back towards his groin.

"Hell, that's good," He groaned, and she couldn't help but smile as she opened her lips, taking him into her mouth.

He was utterly hot and hard as she sucked hard on his shaft, tasting his manhood. Her fingers curled deep into his muscles, and she felt the slight tug of his fingers on her hair. She bobbed her head up and down his shaft, letting her rough tongue slide across his thick length.

Alina didn't relent. She felt the air start to crackle with energy around them, his demon rising to the moment. She was sure that the heated energy would be welcome as she felt his demon reach out. She looked up to his eyes, and saw the blazing golden gaze staring down at her. She drew her mouth off him, and smiled. "Welcome to the wild side, Sam."

If there was anything Sam had been worried about, he didn't know what it was. The demonic energy coursing through him was wild, a trip he had never prepared for. It was like he had been restrained his entire life, stuck in first gear, and Alina had just showed him the gearshift.

His heart thundered in his chest as he stared down at Alina's devilish face. Little ropes of spit dangled from her mouth, and the only thing more inviting than her pink tongue were those blue eyes, darkened with lust and hunger. He watched as she slowly unzipped the jacket further. There wasn't anything underneath that jacket, just more and more pale flesh.

Sam watched Alina take his cock into her hand, and she slapped his cock against the curves of her breasts. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the club, and an utterly depraved groan escaped Sam's mouth.

"Sam, I'm going to make you finish in my mouth." She hissed. "Then we're going to fuck in front of all these people. My tigers will welcome you into our family, and the vampires, well...they're going to get a show."

Sam watched her lower her mouth onto him again. Her lips formed an O around his cock, and she sucked firmly. He had never felt this good before. The little sips he had taken from dancing, it was nothing compared to this. Her lust was a tangible thing, something in the air he could bring into his body.

Pleasure boiled in him, and it ate at his restraints, at every little promise he had made over the years. He lost his control then and there. He could feel the burning power, and he gave in.

His hands grabbed Alina's head, fingers brushing through her honey-blond locks. He started to rock his hips, thrusting against her lips. She moaned against him, and that sent a hum right through his cock. His body moved faster, rougher. He knew she could take any abuse he dished out. Whatever they did to the other, they could handle. It only lit a fire under his hunger.

Alina's hands curled into his ass, nails pressing into the flesh. He bucked hard against her, groaning as he enjoyed the pain. Each thrust sent his balls slapping against her chin, saliva spreading across from her enthusiastic sucking.

Sam bit his lip, restraining his groan. He gasped, sucking in air, and whispered. "Shit, I'm so fucking close. So close."

She looked up at him, even as she sucked at him, and that was all the encouragement he needed.

A loud, lustful shout escaped him as he let go. His cock twitched, and exploded inside of her mouth. Any reasonable thought was washed from his mind as he watched Alina suck his cock, drinking down his cum.

Sam panted, breath ragged as he watched her, sure that his body was totally lost to her. He had no idea how long he lasted. He just knew that he never had felt anything as intense as this in his life. He had lost track of the spurts that had left his cock, filling her mouth.

As he died down, Alina pulled her mouth from him, and licked her lips. There wasn't a sign of her spit, his cum, or any other fluids that might have suggested she had just given an incubus his first blow job. "You taste divine." She smirked. "Or devilish."

"I think I like devilish." Sam whispered. "Can I kiss you?"

She tilted her head to one side, curious, like a cat might. "I just sucked your cock, and you want me to kiss you?"

"Hell yeah." Sam offered her his hand. "Please."

She took his hand, a little smile across her lips as she stood. Their differences in height felt strangely more interesting now that he was nude and she was not, only her jacket open to reveal her breasts. "If you can kiss a woman after she sucks your cock, you're a keeper, Sam Taylor." She whispered.

He leaned his head down and kissed her. It was something entirely different from the rough fellatio they had just enjoyed. His demon roared in excitement, its first foray into real feeding. Sam, however, was excited from something entirely different. Alina wanted him, despite his demon. In fact, because of it.

Even as his tongue slid around with hers, and his arms wrapped around her, he could feel the eyes of the people watching. He was sure no one had left.

When the kiss broke, he whispered. "I want you."

Alina smiled, and she placed her hands on his arms. "I do too. Sit."

"Huh?" Sam frowned for a moment, confused, waiting for an explanation.

"Consort, there is much I will teach you," She whispered into his ear. "But for now, I am the one who is in command. Sit back, and let me ride you."

Sam did follow her command. He sat up on the floor and he looked up at her, watching. Alina removed her jacket, revealing her upper body to him. She had beautiful breasts, full and perky. She placed a foot between his spread thighs, leaving a boot-clad leg in front of him.

Sam picked up on it quick. He found the fastenings for the boot and slowly undid them. Her fingers of one hand nestled in his hair, stroking as he slowly released her leg from the leather entrapment. He repeated the process on her other leg when she placed it in front of him.

Alina undid her jeans, sliding them off her long legs. They were athletic, powerful, and incredibly well-cared for. In fact, all of her skin looked perfect, a cream that was just slightly off-white. The only clothes she had remaining were a simple pair of black panties. There was nothing special, nothing frilly about them, but they framed a perfect ass, round and utterly grabbable.




Incubus Nights Ch. 04



"Remove my underwear, my demon." She purred. As he raised his hands, she clicked her tongue. "Tsk tsk, no no. With your teeth, Consort."

He had to seriously lean up for it. His face leaned close to her groin, and the scent of her was overpowering. His entire body ached for more, for that sweet spicy scent of her. His teeth slipped around the fabric the first time, and the second. On the third he found purchase, and dragged them slowly down. It took several tries to get them down, until she was satisfied. She stepped out from the panties once they got to her knees, and smiled.

"You're a fast learner. Now..." She knelt down in his lap, their bodies pressed together. Their hot nakedness was utterly perfect. Her ass rested against his hard shaft, and her body felt perfect. "Sit back and enjoy the ride."

She pushed on his chest, which he took as a sign to lay back. Once he had, she straddled his body, his cock standing straight up at attention in front of her. "Mine." She purred, and she lifted her hips. She hovered above him, and slowly started to sink down. It was almost torture it was so slow. His thick head pressed against her lips, and she gasped softly, biting her lip. "That's it..."

She lowered her hips, and engulfed the first few inches in her. She was like a hot, wet vice around him. "Fuck!" Sam groaned as his hands shot up, grabbing at her body. His hands found her ass like it was second nature, grasping at her and gently urging her downwards.

She lowered herself further and further. He watched the lewd display before him, as her pussy stretched around his thick shaft, swallowing inch after inch. However long she took, it was far too long as she took him into her, finally until she rested her groin against his, their bodies touching as she had reached the root of his cock.

"You feel perfect." She started to rock her hips slowly, rising and falling with shallow thrusts, just as if she was testing it.

Sam groaned as he watched her, her breasts shaking slightly with each thrust. She looked like perfection. Her body started to move faster, harder, riding him. Her hands splayed out, resting on his chest. She started to move at a comfortable rhythm, growling, grunting. "Fuck, yeah." She panted. "More, more."

Sam started to feel his demon rise again, his body thrusting up into her. That drew moans, squeals from her. He only wanted more, and she was all too willing to give it. It wasn't until he rolled his head back, the pleasure making him moan, that he realized the tigers were surrounding them. The women were all looking at him, as if waiting for something.

He lifted his head, looking back up at Alina. Her mouth was open, fangs now fully protruding from his mouth. He didn't know what to think at first.

Then she sunk her fangs into his neck for the second time in as many nights.

He came in her, and the last thoughts he had that resembled sanity made it out of his mouth.

"Oh, fucking hell..."

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I'm sorry for the wait, but I hope everyone enjoyed the latest chapter! Read, review, comment, and I can't wait for to get chapter 5 done!