Next week, on the 17th, my succubus story Starved for Love releases from Carina Press. Who can resist a heart broken succubus that can't be faithful even when she'd love to?
After almost dying of starvation to remain faithful to a mortal lover, succubus Pia Blyton now shields her heart by feeding solely on men she won't fall for. The only trick is, to create energy to survive, she must achieve orgasm. At least that rules out bad sex with her three lovers. Too bad she's a sucker for falling in love.
When her demon lover doesn't arrive for their arranged rendezvous, Pia is forced to ask her vampire lover to step in before her energy becomes dangerously low. In return he demands a favor and Pia finds herself in the hotel suite of the mysterious Valerio Hunan, who seduces her with a devastating kiss. Too late Pia learns he's an incubus who wants to lure her into marriage—a marriage without love.
As an incubus used to bedding a variety of succubi, Val doesn't understand Pia's yearning for love. He needs a succubus wife to provide him with a steady source of energy. But he wants Pia for the passion and renewed interest in life she makes him feel. Can Pia convince Val that sex isn't just for survival and love is for more than the weak?
Shaking the excess water from my hair, I tried to poof some life back into my signature curls. They sagged on my forehead. Sighing at my reflection, I hung my head. Nothing was sadder than a disheveled, horny succubus.
The doors slid open and a large pair of bare feet stepped into my view. A finger slipped under my chin and raised my gaze. Zur-Sin, ancient vampire warrior, stared at me with his stern dark eyes. Dressed in only a pair of black silk pajama bottoms, he looked good enough to eat. He brushed the curls from my face and frowned. “You have much to learn about the art of seduction.”
“I dressed up last time I was here. I get panicky when things don’t go my way on day threes.”
“It’s not all about appearance, Pia. You’re beautiful even when left out in the rain.” He bent and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. Sin’s touch always struck a spark—even on my off days he could lure me to his bed. “Grace and tact would be appreciated at times. You can’t barge into my nest making demands. It makes me seem weak.”
“I’m sorry.” I leaned against his solid chest. His pale skin still retained the warmth of his last feed. I didn’t ask about his latest conquest. We had a business deal signed in blood. He gave me an orgasm every nine days and I fed him with my blood. No strings attached. I think I came out on top of that deal because Sin could be a generous lover when in the right mood. And I had learned how to guide him into those moods.
He placed a kiss to the top of my head. “Next time call. I have a human secretary, remember? She’d have made quieter arrangements.”
“She hates me.” I squirmed, pressing my thighs together to help relieve the growing demands between them.
Sin sighed and led me into his apartment, through the living room, past his office and into the bedroom where he sat on the edge of his king-sized bed. He plucked a remote off the mattress and turned on some slow jazz. Leaning back onto his elbows, he ran his gaze over me. “Undress.”
I knew this game. It was his favorite. The command was a comfort, something familiar in a day filled with anxiety, since my scheduled suitor had abandoned me. I had watched the sun move across the sky, feeling my need grow. Unbuttoning my raincoat, I tossed it to the floor. I listened to the music and allowed the beat to pace my movements. Shirt, jeans and socks came off slow and easy. Each stroke of my hand over my skin intensified my yearning. All the while he watched, his eyes caressing my curves, so intent it made me ache.
I unclasped the front of my bra and stalked toward the edge of the bed. The straps slid from my shoulders and down my arms, releasing my breasts. Cool air brushed over my wet skin and sent a shiver through my limbs.
“You’re cold.” He offered me his hand. I climbed in his warm bed. Lying next to him, I ran my hand through his short, sunny-blond hair. “What would I do without you?”
He chuckled. “Save those words for your other suitors.” Trailing a sharp fingernail over my breastbone, he drew a path to my belly button and teased the small ring pierced there. “What will you give me in exchange for tonight?”
I blinked and tilted my head to see his face better. “What I always pay, my blood.”
He shook his head. “I already fed and the price went up.”
“Zur-Sin.” His dark gaze pinned me to the spot. Sometimes I forgot how old he truly was. The young-looking man lying next to me wasn’t from my generation and could be crueler than Lucifer when he wanted to be.
I swallowed the cold lump of fear in my throat. “What do you want?”
Bending over my nipple, he circled it with the tip of his tongue.
I groaned and arched toward his devilish mouth, unable to control my traitorous body.
Every three terrible days, I had to have an orgasm. My body wouldn’t stop until I did or I died. The more the need grew, the less control I had, until I was humping some poor schmuck in an alley. May that never, ever, happen again.
“A business rival of mine is in town. Valerio Hunan. I hear rumors he’s thinking of staying. I need to know if he is and what his plans are.” He blew over the wet spot he’d created. It sent a sharp pang of desire straight to my core. “You can practice your grace and tact on him and then tell me what I want to know.” He rolled on top of me, pinning my hands to the bed.
“I’m terrible at espionage. Ask my father.” I writhed under Sin. Not because I wanted escape, but to rub against his fine muscled body. The vampire was built to kill.
He settled between my willing thighs and rocked. “Time to grow up, Pia.”
“You’re such a tease.” I flung my head back in frustration. “Fine. Sex first.”
He chuckled, dark and deep; the sound made my soul tremble. “Of course.” With his sharp nail, he scratched the inside of my wrist.
I twisted to look at our hands. “What are you doing?”
“This pact has to be sealed in blood.” He did the same to his wrist—
—and pressed our wounds together.
“Shit, Sin.” I yanked my hand away. “You can be such an ass.” If I broke a deal sealed in blood, he’d never help me again. I hated to admit it but Sin was my go-to guy for almost everything.
“You didn’t think I’ve obtained my position on charm and good looks?” He leaned toward his bedside table and buzzed his intercom.
“Reschedule my appointments. I’ll be busy for the rest of the night.” He flipped it off, knelt between my legs and, with practiced ease, slithered out of his bottoms. Trailing his fingers over my damp panties, he finally smiled, exposing his deadly fangs. “Let’s make sure you’re well fed.”
I wanted to kick him in the balls but the last time I tried such a dumbass move he’d spanked me. Hard. I couldn’t sit for a week.
Hooking a finger under my panties, he dragged them off my hips until I lay bare under him. “Where should we start this time?” He nipped at my collarbone as he ran his hands along my torso and hips.
“Sin.” His name dragged out of my throat. In a flash of desire my anger went poof. I’d find it tomorrow, tossed behind the bone-melting satisfaction he’d leave me in, and probably be too exhausted to care.
He swept his fingers between my folds. “Always so wet for me, Pia.” With familiar aim, he pinched my clit, rolling it between his fingertips.
“Oh shit.” I thrust my hips, raising them off the mattress. No matter what, I’d always be putty in his hands. A toy, a tool in a moment of his long existence, and I never doubted that he would outlive us all.
Guiding my legs over his shoulders, he bent me in half as he pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance. “Say it.”
I bit the bottom of my lip as I met his gaze.
Rocking his hips, he cock teased, driving just inside of me, then withdrawing. “I can do this all night.”
I knew he could—the bastard had done it before. He’d left me a quivering mass by morning. Sometimes I hated him. He’d make me say it.
He continued to stroke me in all the right places until I panted, the need so strong I thought it would burn me from the inside out.
“Master,” I cried out. As soon as the word left my lips, he plunged inside of me to the hilt.
Hard and fast, he pumped with my ankles around his neck. Like everything Sin did, he pushed with power and confidence.
I met every stroke, squeezed him with my secret muscles and felt every inch of his length. My need loved the energy he helped create.
It was dark and potent, curling inside my belly, then lashing out in a burst of adrenaline. What we created together carried an edge to it like suicidally hot wings. I loved their spiciness, but they were cruel to me, just like him. Nothing would keep me from ordering them, though. Sin was my zesty suitor, setting all my succubus taste buds on fire.
My body had the capacity to create energy from sex, but my partners each added a mysterious element of themselves that helped sate my need. That’s why masturbation didn’t work. I needed that pinch of sexual oomph from a lover to make my motor roar.
Each thrust brought me closer to the edge until I finally stepped off, crying his name until I was hoarse. Heat swelled in my abdomen as his seed spilled into me. The warmth spread as my body generated the added nourishment I needed to survive. Millions of years of evolution, descended from demons, and yet we were still parasites, living off other species, slaves to their sexual desires so we could survive.
Sin released his hold and rolled off me.
Groping for my purse on the floor by the bed, I searched inside for a glass vial. The cork popped off easily and I pressed the edge against my lips. A slow spill of blue energy poured inside until the bottle filled, then I capped it.
Sin watched with mild interest. “Do your sisters still feed your father as well?”
“Yes.” I set the vial in my purse. An incubus could only feed from a succubus and most incubi kept a harem of wives. But our mothers couldn’t support our father’s growing needs. The stronger the incubus, the more he fed, and my dad co-ruled a city. He should be shopping for a new wife, but oddly for our people, he loved our mothers so much he feared breaking the delicate balance they enjoyed.
Fidelity didn’t fit in our lifestyle. Since my sisters and I were old enough to feed, we decided to do our part by placing a small portion of our feeds in vials. This was only a patch, not a solution. Governing the charm, a group of succubi and incubi, in Lake City took power, but our supplemental feedings sustained him for now.
“That’s sweet.” Sin’s tone didn’t reflect his words.
“What is up your ass tonight?” I picked up my panties only to have him swipe them from my hand.
“You need to find more suitors. The three you have aren’t enough.” He yanked me back into his arms.
“I’ve learned my lesson. I promise to never barge into here again.” I turned away and faced the wall. “That’s not the point, Pia. You have to embrace your nature. Your sisters don’t have suitors. They—”
“Fuck around. I get it. I should be a slut.”
He rested his forehead against my shoulder. “What if I wasn’t here today? What if you had to make do with Rat?”
I closed my eyes, trying not to picture that image. “I don’t know.”
“You need backup. Would a mortal once in a while be so bad?”
“Did my father ask you to have this talk with me?”
He laughed and it sounded easier and lighter than before. “No, but contrary to popular belief, I do care about what happens to you.” He pressed a kiss against the back of my neck, his hand tracking toward my breast. “Think about it.”
I rolled onto my back and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I think you owe me a night of pleasure, Master.” I knew Sin cared but his brand of fuzzies stung.
He opened the drawer by the bed. “Let’s see what kind of toys I left in here.”
If you liked Connie in the Angler series, you'll love Pia. :D
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