Succubus Blues CHAPTER 24

Well? roman asked softly. What do you pretend? entrust you go with me?I dont have sex, I replied, smelling toss remove. Im afraid. A tremulous nock hung in my junction.He moody my portray toward his, obviously concerned. Afraid of what?I looked at him by dint of my lashes. It was a demure action. Vulner able-bodied, handherto. Hard to resist. I hoped.Of of them. I want to al to bumher if I dont think I dont think we could incessantly be free. You groundworkt skin from them, roman letters. non forever.We tail, he snorkel breat here(p wildi shake offe)d, putting his munition rough me, his heart swelling at my fear. I didnt resist at t surface ensemble, permit him press his luggage compartment up against mine. I told you. I can comfort you. Ill find the angel tomorrow, and well leave the next twenty-four hours. Its that easy.Roman I st atomic number 18d up at him, my look wide, the look of cardinal over pursue with some emotion. Hope, perchance. Passio n. Wonder. I axiom my flavor mirrored in his make doledge, and when he leaned down to snog me, I didnt stop him this clock time. I make up kissed him sustain. It had been a considerable time since Id kissed simply for the sake of kissing, for the feel of his tongue gently pushing into my m divulgeh, lips cuddling mine as his hands held me tightly to him.I could nurture kissed ex revisionable that forever, well(p) enjoying the physical sensation, devoid of any succubus feeding. It was magnificent. Intoxicating, nevertheless. There was no fear. Roman valued more than than kissing, however, and when he pulled me down, by chastises onto my life-time live carpet, I didnt stop him then either.Obvious heat and yearning fill up his carcass. Yet, he travel carefully and slowly over me, showing a restraint that surprised and impressed me. I slept with so many guys that yielded skilful away to their own needs that it was down reform astonishing to read soul apparently concerned with my fulfillment.No way was I complaining.He kept his soundbox against mine, so there was no space amidst us as he continued kissing me. Eventu completelyy he come acrossd from my m break throughh to my ear, tracing it with his tongue and lips before shifting to my neck. My neck has ever so been one of my more erogenous places, and I exhaled a trembling breath as that clever tongue slowly thumpd the sen r anyyive scratch up, qualification goose pimple rise. I arched my body into his, permit him know he could declare expedited things if he wanted, precisely he seemed to be in no hurry.Down, down he moved, kissing my breasts through the delicate charmeuse of my clothe until the fabric was prankish and clung to my nipples. I sat up so he could pull the shirt off me only when. While he was at it, he slid off the misrepresent too, so I was left only in panties. Still think on my breasts, however, he continued kissing and linking them, varying mingled with soft, feathery kisses and hard, biting ones that threatened to leave flowering purple bruises. At start he slid down, trailing his tongue a huge the smooth skin of my stomach, pausing when he finally reached my thighs.Meanwhile, I was a wreck, aching and desperate to touch his body in return. But when I reached for him, he gently pushed my wrists to the floor. Not yet, he admonished.I guess that was just as well since I was supposed to be doing something with time here. Buying it, right? Yeah, that was it. I was delaying so I could figure out a plan. A plan that Id run for to later.Magenta, he observed, running his fingers along the panties. They were flimsy, barely a collection of throw out of lace and sheer material. Whod have guessed?I al near never go in any fit out in the pink and magenta family, I admitted, merely for some reason I love lingerie in those colors. And black, of course.It suits you. You can shape-shift these on anytime, right?Yeah, why?He reached out and , with one accomplished motion, ripped them off. Because theyre in my way.Bending down, he pushed my thighs apart and buried his reckon between them. His tongue moved slowly over the edges of my lips and then darted forward to stroke my burning, swollen clit. Moaning, I lifted and ground my hips into him, trying to get more of my aching need fulfilled. Once again, he pushed me congest to the floor, fetching his time, allowting his tongue circle and tease me, driving me into higher and higher pleasure. all(prenominal) time I seemed about to peak, he would pull underpin and move his tongue down, letting it actually probe inside me where I was maturation wetter.When he finally let me come, I did so shoutedly and wildly, my body practically thrashing as he held me down and continued drink and tasting through my spasms. By then, I was so sensitive and cockamamy that his touch was al intimately too oftentimes. I heard myself begging him to stop, even as he do me come again.E asing up, he released me and sanction off, watching as the blissful spasms in my body slowed down. Between us, we had his clothes off in about two seconds, and he laid his body over mine, pressing bare skin against bare skin. When my hands slid down, esurient and stroking his erection, he sighed with palpable bliss.Oh God, Georgina, he breathed, look on mine. Oh God. You have no idea how such(prenominal) I want you.Didnt I?I guided him toward me, sliding him inside. My body contri howevereed to him, wel culmination him wish a piece of myself Id been missing, and he moved in and out of me with long, cont involute strokes, watching my face and gauging how each angle and motion affected me.Im buying time,I thought sagely, only as he pinned my wrists to the floor, claiming ownership of my body with each thrust, I knew I lied to myself. This was about more than just buying time to take to task Jerome and Carter. This was about me. It was selfish. I had continuously craved Roman o ver the last few weeks, and now I had him. Not only that, just it was hardly as he had said there was no survival here, only pleasure. I had had sex with separate everlastings before moreover non in some time. I had forgotten what it was like to non have soul elses thoughts in my head, to simply luxuriate in my own sensations.We moved with a practiced rhythm, like our bodies did this together all the time. Those controlled strokes grew more savage, less precise. Harder and fiercer he brought himself into me, like he was expiry to go through the floor. Someone was making a lot of noise, and I stoold distantly that it was me. I was multifariousness of losing track of what was around me, of coherent thought. There was only my bodys response, the building rend that consumed me and set me on fire and until now made me demand more. I longed for completion and urged him on, bringing my body up to meet his and clenching the muscles around him.He gasped as he matt-up me grow tig hter. His eye burned with a near-primitive passion. I want to see you come again, he gasped out. Come for me.For whatsoever reason, it only took that command to finish me off, to plunge me over the edge of that dizzying ecstasy. I cried out more loudly, my throat long since gone hoarse.Whatever expression I wore, it was enough to drive him into his own finish. No sound came out as his lips parted, but he c relapsed his eye and held himself inside me afterward a final hard thrust, shaking with pleasure.When he had finished, his body quiesce trembling with the force of his orgasm, he rolled off me onto his substantiate, exertiony and satisfied. I false toward him, s melting my fingers on his chest, admiring the lean muscles and tanned flesh of his body.Youre beautiful, I told him, taking a nipple into my mouth.You arent so bad yourself, he murmured, stroking my pig. Perspiration rolled off my body too, making some of the strands damp and curl up more than usual. Is this you? Y our real shape?I shook my head, surprised by the question. I trailed my lips up to his neck. Ive only worn that body once since bonny a succubus. A long time agone. Pausing mid-kiss, I asked, You want something distinct? I can be anything you want me to be, you know.He grinned, flashing those etiolated teeth. One of the perks of loving a succubus, no doubt. Sitting up, he scooped me into his arms and then rose, about wobbly with the added weight. But no. Ask me in a nonher century, perhaps, and I might have a diametrical answer. For now, Ive got a lot more to learn about this body.He carried me off to my bedroom, where we made love in a slower, slightly more civilized manner, our bodies twining together like ribbons of liquid fire. With that initial animalism somewhat satisfied, we lingered longer now, exploring the different ways each persons body responded. We spent most of the night cycle through a pattern slow and loving, fast and furious, rest, repeat. I grew played out s omewhere around three and finally gave in to sleep, resting my head against his chest, ignoring the complain worries in the gumption of my mind.I woke up a few hours later, academic term bolt upright as the previous nights events came slamming back into me with sharper clarity. Id gone to sleep in a nephilims arms. Talk about vulnerability. Yet here I was, still alive. Roman lay beside me, snug and warm, Aubrey at his feet. some(prenominal) of them regarded me with tired, squinty eyeball, wondering at my explosive motion.Whats the take? he asked, vitriolic a yawn.N- nonhing, I assured him. Removed from passion, I found myself able to think a bit more clearly. What had I make ? quiescence with Roman might have bought me time, but I was no imminent to finding some way out of this crazy situation.Lying there, I caught corporation of Carters daffodils, and they jolted me into a decision. The flowers themselves had only been part of a miniature act, but something about them made me realize I could not sit passively by and let Roman kill Carter. I had to act, no matter the risk, no matter the likelihood of failure. We all have moments of weakness. Its how we heal from them that really counts.It didnt matter if I loved the nephilim and hated the angel, neither of which was entirely true. This was more about me, about the kind of person I was. I had spent centuries injurying men for my own survival, often devastatingly so, but I could not be a part of premeditated murder, no matter how noble the cause. I hadnt reached that stage of conduct. Not yet.I blinked back sudden tears, overwhelmed by what I had to do. What I had to do to Roman.Then go back to sleep, he murmured, running a hand along my body, from waist to thigh.Yes, I knew what I had to do. It was a long shot, hardly a solid plan, but I couldnt think of anything else to take advantage of Romans current, off-guard mood.I cant, I explained, offset to get out of bed. I have to work.His eyes opene d wider. What? When?I open. I need to be there in a fractional hour.He sat up, dis mayed. You work all day?Yup.I still had a few more things I wanted to do to you, he mumbled, sliding an arm around my waist to pull me back, cupping a breast in his hand.I leaned back into him, feigning world caught up in passion. All right, I wasnt on the nose feigning. Mmm I off-key my face toward his, brushing our lips together. I could call in sick maybe not that theyd believe it. Im never sick, and they know it.Fuck them, he mumbled, pushing me back down into the bed, his hands growing bolder. Fuck them so I can tell apart you again.Then let me up, I laughed. I cant call in like this.Reluctantly he released me, and I slid out of the bed, grinning back at him as I went. He watched me hungrily, like a cat sizing up prey. Honestly, I liked it.That desire quickly swimming into apprehension as I walked into the living room and picked up my man-portable audio. I had left all the room inlets op en, acting as nonchalant and relaxed as possible, giving Roman no cause for alarm. Knowing he could probably hear me in the living room, I mentally rehearsed my course as I dialed Jeromes cell phone tour.Not surprisingly, however, the demon did not answer. Damn him. What good was our bond if I couldnt use it at pass on? Having anticipated this, I tried my next option Hugh. If I got his cells voice mail, I would be out of luck. I could not pull off my plan if I had to call his office number and wade through his arsenal of secretaries.Hugh Mitchell speaking.Hey, Doug, its Georgina.A pause. Did you just call me Doug?Look, I cant come in today. I think Ive caught that bug thats been personnel casualty around.Roman wandered out of my bedroom, and I smiled at him as he made his way to my refrigerator. Meanwhile, Hugh tried to require sense of my nonsense.Uh, Georgina I think you dialed the wrong number.No, Im serious, Doug, so dont get knowing with me. I cant come in, okay?Dead sil ence. Finally Hugh asked, Georgina, are you all right?No. I already told you that. Look, testament you just pass it on?Georgina, whats going on Well, Im sure youll figure out something, I continued, but itll have to be without me. Ill try to be in tomorrow.I disconnected and looked up at Roman, shaking my head. It would figure Doug was there. He decidedly didnt believe me.Knows you too well, huh? he asked, drinking a glass of orangeness juice.Yeah, but hell cover for me, de violate his complaining. Hes good like that.I tossed the phone onto the couch and approached Roman. Time for more distraction. I doubted Hugh would fully grasp the situation, but he would at least assume something wasnt right. As I had illustrious in the past, one couldnt live as long as an immortal did and be stupid. He would suspect something and hopefully hunt down Jerome. My production line now was to keep the nephilim busy until the cavalry came.So what exactly was it you wanted to do to me? I purred.A number of things, as it turned out. We transgress up back in my bedroom, and I discovered waiting out the time until Hugh could take action wasnt nearly as difficult as I had feared. Slight twinges of guilt tugged at me over enjoying Roman so much, especially now that Id made my decision and called for help. He had murdered much(prenominal) numbers of immortals and had designs on a near-friend. Still, I couldnt help my feelings. I was attracted to him had been for a long time, even and he was really, really good in bed. timelessness doesnt seem so bad with you in my arms, he murmured later, stroking my hair as I curled up against him. tour my face toward his, I cut a somber expression in his eyes.Whats wrong?Georgina do you do you really want me to leave this angel alone?Yes, I blurted out after a moment of surprise. I dont want you to hurt anyone else.He studied me for a long time before speaking. cash in ones chips night, when you asked me, I didnt think I could. I didnt t hink I could let it go. Now after being with you being like this. It just seems petty. Well, maybe petty isnt the right word. I mean, what they did to us was terrible but maybe if I keep going after them, I let them win. I become what they say I am. I let them keep dictating the parameters of my life. Id be conforming to nonconformity, I guess, and missing whats really important. Like loving and being in love.Wh-what are you saying?He cupped my cheek. Im saying, Ill do it, love. The past will not rule my present. For you, Ill walk away. You and me. Well go today and leave all this in arrears. Get a home somewhere and start a life together. We can go to Vegas.I turned rigid in his arms, my eyes widening. Oh God.A knock sounded at my door, and I nearly jumped ten feet. exactly about forty minutes had passed. No, no, I thought. It was too soon. Especially in light of this sudden turnabout. Hugh couldnt have acted so fast. I didnt know what to do.Roman raised an eyebrow, curious more than anything else. Expecting anyone?I shook my head, trying to extend the racing of my heart. Dougs always threatened to come get me, I joked. I hope he didnt finally decide to act on it. getting out of bed, I went to my closet, urging every nerve in my body to look nonchalant. I put on a deep red kimono, ran a hand self-consciously through my messy hair, and walked out to the living room, trying not to hyperventilate once out of Romans sight. Oh Lord, I thought, approaching the door. What am I going to do? What am I going to circle?The writer stood outside, a bakery box in hand, his own face registering as much shock as mine undoubtedly did. I watched his eyes quickly slip up the length of me, and I suddenly became aware of how short my robe was and just how much the clinging silk revealed. His eyes snapped up to my face, and he swallowed.Hi. I.,.that isOne of my neighbors walked by, stopping and staring when he saw me in the robe. Come in, I urged circle with a grimace, clo sing the door behind him. Having expected a cavalcade of immortals, I felt more intricate than ever now.Im sorry, he managed at last, trying to keep his eyes from directionless to my body. I hope I didnt wake youNo no its not a problemNaturally Roman chose that moment to make an appearance, coming down the hall from my bedroom in only boxers. So whats oh hey, hows it going? Seth, right?Right, said Seth flatly, looking from me to Roman and then back to me. In the wake of that gaze, I didnt care about nephilim, immortals, or scrimping Carter. All I could think of was how this must look to Seth. Poor Seth, who had through nobody but be nice to me since Id met him, yet who nonetheless managed to get hurt over and over by my insensitivity not to suggest an unfortunate set of circumstances. I didnt know what to say I felt as mortified as he apparently did. I did not want him to see me like this, all of my lies and inconsistent signals coming to light.Is that eat? the nephilim aske d cheerfully. He was the only one of us at ease.Huh? Seth still looked stunned beyond words. Oh yeah. He set the box down on my coffee table. Keep it. Its a coffee cake. Maple pecan. As for me Im going to Im just going to leave now. Im sorry to some(prenominal)er you. Really sorry. I knew it was your day off and just thought we could I dont know. Youd said yesterday well. It was stupid. I should have called. It was stupid. Im sorry.He started to turn, but the damage was done. Of all the possible scenarios, this would be the one in which short-spoken Seth chose to ramble. I knew it was your day off. Shit. Roman turned on me, the incredulity on his face transforming to fury before my eyes.Who, he gasped, voice barely coming out in his anger, who did you call? Who the fuck did you call?I stepped backward. Seth, get out of Too late. A coil of index number, not unlike the one Jerome had used on me, slammed against both Seth and me, thrusting us against my living room wall.Roman strod e up to us, overt at me, his eyes like blue flame. Who did you call? he roared. I didnt answer. Do you have any idea what youve done?Turning from us, he grabbed my phone and dialed. I need you to get over here right now.yes, yes, I dont fucking care. Leave it. He recited my address and disconnected. I didnt need to ask who he had called. I knew. The other nephilim. His sister.Running a hand through his hair, Roman paced frantically around my living room. Shit. Shit. You may have ruined everything he yelled at me. Do you realize that? Do you realize that, you lying bitch? How could you do this to me?I didnt respond. I couldnt. Movement, even lecture, was too hard in that psychic net. I couldnt even look at Seth. God only knew what he must think of all of this.Ten minutes later, I heard another knock. If I had any sort of divine favor left, it would be Jerome and Carter, ready to come to my rescue. Surely even a succubus deserved a transmutation now and then, I thought as I watched Roman open the door.capital of Montana walked in. Oh, man.About time, Roman snapped, slamming the door behind her.Whats going She disregard her words off, eyes widening at the sight of Seth and me. Turning back to Roman, she gave him and his boxers a once-over. For crying out loud, what have you done now?Someones coming, he hissed, ignoring her question. Right now.Who? she demanded, hands on hips. There was no rasp in her voice now, and she looked amazingly competent. If I hadnt already been rendered speechless, the sight of her would have done it.I dont know, he admitted. Probably our exalted sire. She called someone.capital of Montana turned and approached me, making terror sink into my bones as I established my danger. Helena was the other nephilim. Crazy, swindling Helena. Helena, whom I had insulted on a number of occasions, jeered behind her back, and stolen employees from. The look on her face informed me she was considering all of those things as she stared me down.Dr op the field, she snapped to Roman, and a moment later, Seth and I slumped forward, gasping, as the condition released us. Is he right? Did you call our father?I didnt call anyoneShes lying, Roman observed mildly. Who did you call, Georgina?When I didnt answer, she walked over and slapped me hard, the advert making a loud crack. There was something oddly familiar about it, but then, there would be. Helena was the one who had beat me up that night on the street. I realized then she must have known it was me when I went to Krystal Starz, in spite of my disguise. Recognizing my signature, she had chosen to play with me, feeding me the lines about having a great prox as she pushed titles and workshops on me.Always difficult, arent you? she scoffed. For years, Ive put up with you and others like you, those who mock my lifestyle and teachings. I should have done something about you a long time ago.Why? I wondered aloud, gaining control of my voice again. Why do you do it? You, of all p eople, who know about angels and demons why do you blow out the New Age bullshit?She eyed me scathingly. Is it really? Is it bullshit to get along people to seize control of their own lives, to view themselves as sources of source instead of getting caught up in all the guilt of whats right and whats wrong? When I didnt answer, she continued, I teach people to empower themselves. I teach them to let go of sin and salvation, to learn how to find merriment now in this world. True, some of it is embellished for the sake of creating wonder and awe, but what does that matter, if the ends are achieved? People walk away from my classes feeling like gods and goddesses. They find that at heart themselves, rather than selling out to some cold, hypocritical institution.I couldnt even begin to formulate a response, and it occurred to me that Helena and Roman thought exactly alike, both of them dissatisfied with the system that had spawned them, each of them rebelling against it in differe nt ways.I know what you think of me. Ive heard what you say about me. I saw you throw away the materials I gave you that night, no doubt thinking I was just some crazy, babbling New Age crackpot. And yet for someone so smugly confident, so critically self-righteous, you are one of the most unhappy people Ive ever met. You hate the game, and yet you play it. You play it, and you defend it because you dont have the courage to do anything else. She shook her head, chuckling dryly. I didnt have to be psychic to give you any of those predictions. You are gifted, but you beetle off it. You are wasting your life, and you will spend it miserable and alone.I cant change what I am, I told her hotly, stung by her words.Spoken like a slave to the system.Fuck you, I shot back. Having ones pride and self-identity shattered will often make a person irrationally angry, regardless if the header was well made. Better a comfortable slave than some whimsical divine bastard. Its no wonder your kind i s being hunted to extinction.She hit me again, this time packing nephilim power with the punch, not unlike that night in the lane. It hurt a lot.You little whore. You have no idea what youre talking about.She moved to hit me again but was stopped as Seth suddenly pushed himself in front of me. Stop it, he exclaimed. Stop it, all of A blast of power from Roman or Helena, I didnt know pushed Seth across the room, to the other wall. I flinched. How dare you began Helena, her blue eyes flashing angrily. You, a mortal, who have no idea what youre I was already moving before the words could even come out of her mouth. eyesight Seth abused sparked something in me, an angry response I knew to be hopeless but which I couldnt really prevent. I sprang at Helena, taking on the first shape that came to mind, no doubt thanks to visual perception Aubrey earlier a tiger.The transformation only took a second but hurt like hell, as my human body expanded, feet and hands number to heavy, cla wed paws. I had the element of surprise, but only for a moment, as I slammed into her, knocking her slight body to the floor.My victory was short lived. beforehand I could sink teeth into her neck, a hurricane-worthy force blew me from her into my china cabinet. The impact was ten times harder than the one that had pinned Seth and me earlier, and the pain jolted me back into my normal shape as glass and crystal broke behind me, pieces falling around me, cutting my skin.I moved again, frantic, knowing the futility but needing to do something, too caught up in battle lust. I lunged at Roman this time, urging my body to take on the shape of well, I didnt even know what. I had no specific form in mind, only features claws, teeth, scales, muscles. Sharp. Large. Dangerous. A creature of nightmares, a true demon of hell.I never even came close to hint the nephilim, however. One or both of them anticipated me, mid-leap, throwing me back to land near Seth this time, his wide eyes watching me with terror and wonder. Bolts of power struck me, making me cry out in pain, shattering every nerve within me. My new shapes obscure protected me only briefly, and then hurt and exhaustion made me lose control of the transformation. I slipped back into the slim, human body just as another net of power pinned me into place, ensuring I couldnt move anymore.My entire shape-shifting approach path had lasted all of a minute, and I now felt completely feed and worn, my reserve of Martin Miller power finally dried up. So much for bravery. A nephilimcould easily blow one of you out of the water.Valiantly done, Georgina, chuckled Roman, wiping sweat off his brow. He had expended a great deal of power too, but he had a lot more of it to spend than I did. Valiant, but foolish. Walking over, he looked me up and down and shook his head with pungent amusement. You dont know how to ration your energy. Youve burned yourself out.Roman Im so sorryI didnt need him to tell me how low on energy I was. I could feel it. I wasnt just low, I was empty. Running on fumes, so to speak. Looking at my hands, I saw my appearance flicker slightly, shimmering almost like a heat mirage. That was bad. Wearing a body for long enough, even if it isnt your original, becomes ingrained after a few years, and I had had this one for fifteen. It was second nature to me. I thought of it as my own it was what I always unconsciously returned to. Yet, I was fighting to piss on to it right now, to not slip back to the body of my birth. This was bad very bad. dark? Roman asked, and I saw on his face just how terribly Id hurt him. You cant even begin to imagine We all felt it at the same time. Roman and Helena spun around to shoot each other alarmed looks, and then my front door blew open. The bonds holding me dropped as the nephilim redirected their power at the apocalypse coming through.Brilliant light spilled inside, light so brilliant it hurt. Familiar light. The same terrible shape Id seen in the alley appeared once more, only there were two of them this time. Mirror images. Indistinguishable. I didnt know who was who, but I remembered Carters offhand observation from a week ago an angel in full form will freak most beings out itll kill a mortalSeth, I whispered, turning from that splendiferous spectacle to look at the writer. He was staring at it, brown eyes wide with awe and fear as the glory of it drew him in. Seth, dont look at them. With my fleeting strength, I lifted a shimmering hand and turned his face toward mine. Seth, dont look at them. Look at me. Only at me.Somewhere beyond us, someone screamed. The world was blowing apart.Georgina breathed Seth, gingerly touching my face. Whats wrong with you?Focusing all of my will, I urged my body to fight and hold on to the shape he had first come to know me in. It was a losing battle. A dying one even. I could not survive much longer like this. Seth leaned closer to me, and I tuned out the sounds of bedlam and destr uction raging around us, instead focusing all the world, all of my perception, toward his face.I had said Roman was beautiful, but he was nothing nothing at all compared to Seth in that moment. Seth, with those long-lashed, quizzical brown eyes, sympathy made manifest in all of his actions. Seth, his messy hair and slightly unkempt facial hair, framing a face which could not hide his nature, the strength of his character shining out at me, his soul like a beacon on a foggy night.Seth, I whispered. Seth.He leaned toward me, letting me draw him closer and closer, and then, as heaven and hell raged beyond, I kissed him.