by Page, Sharon
I shook the memory away, concentrating again on the fix that stood before me. I wasn’t against falling in love—but I was against getting involved with humans or angels ever again. Demon dates only from now on. And the biggest downside to dating demons—they’re a bunch of fucking assholes. But Paul was here in front of me. He was hot. And he wanted me. My job is to corrupt souls for Hell and steal their life force. I used to fight my duties . . . but these days, I was becoming friggin’ employee of the year.
His arms, which had been holding me up by the ass, released me back to the ground. We both scrambled to get his pants off. I tore the pale blue polo shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. His hands wound through my golden, soft curls and just as I thought he was going to pull me in for another kiss, he grunted and pushed me to my knees.
Under normal circumstances, this sort of overt lack of regard for my sexual needs wouldn’t fly. If I was training him to be a consistent lover at my beckoned need, then I would have taken the time to fight it. But for now, fuck it. I flicked a tongue out and ran it along the tip, then up and down the length of his shaft. His fingers still twisted in my hair, tightening their hold on me. He pulled my face closer to his cock. Done with the appetizer, he wanted the entree.
I grabbed his balls, squeezing perhaps a little too tightly, to where pain turned into pleasure. A gust of air whooshed from his lips, the sudden change from gentle to rough proving too much for him. Amateur. I took his entire length into my mouth, wrapping my lips tightly around his girth. My teeth just barely grazed against him as he fucked my mouth. With the skill of an expert, I used my other hand to grip the base of his dick, rotating my head with a swirl as I reached the tip. His head slammed against my throat.
“Fuck me with those stunning sucking lips, gorgeous.” He was growing in size; getting bigger against my tongue. There was no way I was letting him get away with not doing any work. I lowered his hands from my hair and placed them on my breasts. His thumbs rolled over my pebbled nipples sending shock waves through my whole body. The ache between my legs grew and I pulled my mouth away before he could finish.
He groaned and tried to pull my head back towards his cock. Slapping his hands away, I stood, bending over the sink. I flipped my dress up past my hips. “Don’t you want this instead?”
His eyes grew wide and licked his dry lips before approaching. Two large hands wrapped around my hips and the sides of my ass. The tip of his finger teased my opening, wet and slick and ready for him. The same hand traced around the curve of my ass and spanked me. It wasn’t a hard slap, but I gasped in an exaggerated way. Finally, he pushed himself into me. Reaching around front, he flicked at my clit. My knees buckled with the small, but effective motions. The tension was building and I gripped the sink, body trembling, as an orgasm rolled over my body. The itch between my legs was fierce, reminding me that though it was pleasurable, this fuck was a necessity. I could come a hundred times for him, but until he spilled his seed on me, his soul—his energy—was safe.
Thanks to my succubus senses and inhuman reflexes, I saw him unlock the bathroom door before the fogged walls cleared. Within those milliseconds, I shifted my face to look like someone else. Just because Paul was an exhibitionist, didn’t mean I had to be. Modesty might seem silly—being that I corrupt souls by fucking countless men each week—but I didn’t like my Hellish duties to cross over into my day job. And even though most of these people here in the club were visiting from out of town, I didn’t want to be known and recognized as the girl who was publicly getting it from behind. I did the same thing with my night job as a stripper—shift my looks slightly so that most people wouldn’t necessarily recognize me during the day.
The walls around us cleared. See-through. “Oh yeah,” Paul grunted and slapped my ass, squeezing it hard enough to leave a mark.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back, he pushed into me with one final thrust. Sliding out just in time, he came all over my ass. It dripped down into my folds and the rush of his life force was like walking into an air-conditioned room after sweating outside on a hot summer’s day. It momentarily took my breath away. His life reeled before my eyes, like I was watching an abridged version being projected before me. He’d graduate cum laude; move to Chicago; work in a boutique marketing firm before marrying and settling down in the suburbs. And lastly, he’d die of a heart attack.
Finally, I released the breath I’d been holding, thankful that I hadn’t stripped too much of his life. I pulled my dress back down over my ass and looked into the mirror above me. I was glowing, radiant with the new life force. Paul’s life force.
I turned to face him, not bothering to shift back into my original features. He was so drunk on cheap beer, he wouldn’t even notice I looked slightly different from before. I glanced quickly out at the line of people formed to watch our little performance, then touched his cheek, running a finger down his jawline. “Thanks, Paul.”
His pupils were dilated, eyes wide, ready to party some more. Just a side effect of my poison. He was high on me. “Who says it has to be over?” He grabbed me around the waist, pulling me in for another kiss. The crowd of people watching outside whooped and hollered. I let him kiss me a moment longer before pulling away and handing him his pants.
“I say so,” I said quietly, reaching for the door. “Oh, and Paul?” When I looked back over my shoulder, he still had the energy, but a dejected look was etched on his pretty, boyish face.
He straightened as I turned around, eyes wide and expectant. “Yeah?” he said, hopeful, zipping up his pants. Like a puppy, I imagined two floppy ears perking up.
“Never shove a woman’s head to your dick without reciprocating the act yourself.” His face dropped, all color draining quickly away. On an exhale, my shoulders slumped slightly. I spoke again, a tad more quietly this time. “And lay off the red meat, okay? I mean . . . it’s just—it can be bad for your heart.”
A writer, a wife, and a mother of two, Sharon Page holds an
industrial design degree and also manages a scientific research
and development program. She finds writing tales of sexy
Regency rakes and seductive vampires is the perfect escape
from her technical world. Sharon Page’s style is “sharp, sexy,
and will seduce you from the first page” (Just Erotic Romance
Reviews). She can be reached at www.sharonpage.com.
INNOCENCE LOST
It was a night of exquisite rapture that changed Lady Octavia
Grenville’s life forever. Not only did she long for sexual
pleasure—but as a succubus she needed it to survive. Now she
is intent upon learning to control her powers and searching for
the child she was forced to give up, a quest that takes her into
the arms of the rake who ruined her . . .
PASSION FOUND
Matthew, the Earl of Sutcliffe, is not the man Octavia once
knew. He is now a vampire, but one doomed to die in a
fortnight unless he can win a woman’s love. The only one
he desires is Octavia, but she wants him merely as a sexual
plaything, a source of erotic delight. Somehow he must
expose his own heart in order to find hers . . .
GAMES OF PASSION
Lucy Drake is prepared to do all she must to save her family,
even if that means giving herself as a sexual plaything to the
Duke of Greystone. Desperate to keep her ability to shape-shift
into dragon form a secret, she willingly enters an unfamiliar
world of carnal ecstasy with the one man who is sworn to
destroy all of her kind . . .
The Duke of Greystone will do whatever he must to discover
the Drake family secret and uncover the whereabouts of his
missing nephew. A vampire highly skilled in the ways of
erotic pleasure and adept with games o
f dark seduction, he
will prevail upon his sexual expertise to ensure
Lucy’s complete surrender . . .
DANGEROUS PLEASURE
Vivienne knows the dark secrets of London’s desires. She
fulfills them, twisting men’s lust for her into the power and
status of a courtesan. But she understands little about her own
pleasure and the mysteries it commands. Until, that is, she
meets Heath, a vampire capable of giving her profound
ecstasy—but sworn to let her taste its release only once.
Heath’s cravings for Vivienne sharpen into sweet torture as he
guides her through erotic lessons, watching her abandon
herself to ever-higher peaks of pleasure. As temptation
melts away the bonds of his control, how long can
either hope to survive?
‘Tis the season for sweet seduction and passionate pleasure. Let
visions of sultry sex sweep away your inhibitions and savor the
delights of these three erotic encounters . . .
WICKED FOR CHRISTMAS
Sharon Page
Every Christmas, Amelia Watson is reminded of the night
Lord Dante Worthington asked for her hand in marriage, took
her body in passion, then vanished the next day into the
snow-covered streets of Regency London. Every Christmas,
she wonders if it will ever happen again.
NAUGHTY OR NICE?
Melissa MacNeal
Anxious to escape her memories of Christmas past, Tess
Bennett takes a train west to the mountains of Colorado.
And when she meets the sexy and seductive Johnny Gazara,
she realizes that a naughty night of erotic delights is just
what she needs . . .
STOLEN CHANCES
Chloe Harris
Winston Matthews knows a thief when he sees one, even if she
is stunningly beautiful. And so he offers himself as an easy
target for a sensually sinful Christmas Eve seduction . . .
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