Counterpart (Succubi & Incubi Assn.)

by Hunter-Brown, K. J.

  He shook his head instantly. “I wouldn't want anything to happen to you. I insist.”

  I was mentally victory dancing and grinned. “You know what? That would be great. We'll be right back,” I said to Melinda and the male she was already starting to feed from—as if they were listening. I hope she finds a room soon.

  There was a slight chill in the air when we walked out. I looked at the time on my phone. Nearly 2AM. It was still early, but I was imagining the great sleep I would get for the next few months, until college starts up again.

  The parking lot behind the club was filled with cars. No people. It almost seemed eerie with the single lamp from the street being your only way of seeing. But that wasn't my main concern. As thought out as this plan was, I needed to figure out what I was going to retrieve from the car as soon as I got there.

  I pulled my keys out and unlocked the door. I was in luck when I saw my lip gloss in the middle compartment. Thank you, devils.

  Now, I just needed to find a reason to touch him.

  “Do you smoke?” I asked, pulling out my cigarette packet and retrieving one. I held the packet out for him and my demon was starting to get anxious inside me. I could feel her scent building as it laced its way around my abdomen and up my chest.

  “Yeah, thanks.” He reached over and grabbed a smoke, but by the time he touched the cigarette, my demon's scent had already found her way around my arms and cradled the packet. He flinched for a second and I noticed his eyes dilate. He felt it. I knew he felt it. It still wasn't enough, but I couldn't help but finally be excited that I was making progress.

  I threw my handbag in the car and leaned back against the backdoor. I lit up my smoke and held the flame out for him to lean in and light his own. I couldn't stop the smugness that revolved around me. The scent was starting to take over him, and he was inching closer to my frame. My fingers played with the fabric of my dress that I was forced into before this. The white material apparently went great against my skin tone, and it made me seem innocent—all Melinda's words.

  “It's a nice night tonight.” I leaned my head back and looked up at the stars. I always loved watching the sky, even if it was shitty day. There was just something so mysterious about it.

  “Yeah.” The single word sounded like a breath of air and I knew he wasn't at all looking at the sky. I moved my eyes back down to him and pushed off the car. The darkness of his eyes was hard to decipher. With the fact that he already had dark eyes and the darkness of the night, I couldn't tell if he was captivated or not.

  There was a slight stiffness to him, and I knew that was one sign that he was under my persuasion. It was really all I could go on. “You seem very tense,” I whispered, taking a slow step towards him. I circled us around until his back was to my car, and I continued walking until he was right against it.

  The tips of my shoes touched his and our chests brushed the slightest. I brought my free hand up to trace the light stubble that was growing on his jaw. There was a small spark as soon as our skin made contact. It was normal. It was my way of knowing that my demon was ready. It felt like a surge of adrenaline raced through your veins when at full contact. “Let me help with that.”

  His eyes darkened the perfect black, and I knew it was time.

  My smoke fell to the ground and I stepped on it to put it out, not caring that it was only half done. He did the same with his smoke, except he seemed to have his concentration on me the whole time.

  His head leaned down and my lips touched lightly against his. I immediately smelt the alcohol mixed with tobacco. Strong cologne lingered around him and it stung as soon as it hit my nose. His hands were big and found my hips quickly, slowly running his thumb over the fabric of my dress. I was teasing him at first, touching his jaw with the tips of my fingers while my lips gently traced the shape of his. I moved my palm over his cheeks and threaded them into the silk strands of his hair. They felt like heaven between my fingers, and I lightly gripped them, urging my fingers to lose themselves in the midst of it. His body stiffened slightly against mine, his hands hesitantly slid up my sides, towards my ribs.

  I could tell he was nervous, cautious about his bounds, but I was hardly caring. It was as if a switch was turned on, and my demon let out satisfaction.

  She took over.

  My lips pressed against his hard and his only response was to do the same. The hands on my sides finally lost their nerves, and they tightened, pulling me closer to him, only persuading my demon to do more. Our lips parted simultaneously, our tongues sparking a new desire within me. He tasted exactly how he smelt—alcohol and cigarettes. I took his top lip between my own and sucked on the skin. The demon wanted him much more than she wanted Ryan, and I was starting to think that Ryan was just a snack for her and this guy was the main meal.

  His pants were unzipped instantly and I looked down to see my hands had started moving on their own accord, cupping the bulge through his jeans, earning a low growl to come from his chest. I was whisked around and pushed up against the car.

  Wow, you wouldn't even think that he was hesitant about five seconds ago.

  My legs wrapped themselves around his waist when my feet left the ground. The desperate stroke of his lips against mine almost made me drunk, and I didn't want them to leave. I felt the slow movement of his hands as they found their way under my dress, resting against my abdomen. His hips ground into mine, causing a soft moan to pass my lips when his bulge pressed into the right spot. Hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs running over my nipples through the fabric of my bra.

  I welcomed the breath of air when his lips left mine, trailing over my jaw and to my neck where he sucked on the skin. His hands moved away from my breasts, down over my abdomen and soon enough, they were pushing my panties down. A soft moan escaped my lips when his fingers slowly glided over my most sensitive area. Every touch he made, every kiss he relished along my neck, it all made my demon want more and more of him.

  I was panting by the time I felt a single finger push inside me, his thumb continuing to drive me more insane with every stroke of it over my center. My hand moved inside his jeans, and I moaned when I felt the length of him. He was definitely ready, and he was well worth the search. Fuck Melinda and her dibs, I seemed to have scored a pretty decent male. I felt his teeth nip into my skin when my hand stroked over his length, and I heard a slight thud to my side. I looked over to see his palm—the one that wasn't doing much but holding my thighs—pressing against my car, and judging by the sudden strain in his muscles, I knew that it wasn't a bad thing.

  The finger inside me was joined by a second and then a third, his fingers working in and out of me with slow, excruciating strokes while my hand matched his rhythm. With the touch of him inside of me, and his thumb continuing to tease everywhere else, I was sure I would orgasm right there and then. But I knew that was a long shot, and I needed more.

  Our minds seemed to work in one then and I almost sighed in frustration when his fingers moved out. It wasn't even long before they were replaced by something much bigger, and way more satisfying.

  Everything turned rough as soon as he slid into me. He kissed me, gripped my hips, and kept me in one place while my demon persuaded him to continue. I wasn't even sure I was doing any of the work—just urging him on, telling him to go faster, harder, practically fuck me senseless.

  It even lasted longer than I expected, and it was definitely better than I thought it would be. I guess what they say about quiet guys being great in bed was true.

  Too bad for him though. My demon had taken way more than she should have.

  After spending a minute or two catching my breath, I straightened my dress and looked down at the body. His chest was making its usual movements, telling me he's still alive—passed out cold—but alive. And he would probably be there a while.

  “You know this is all your fault, right? You’re not supposed to take more than normal. You could have killed him,” I spoke down to my stomach. If I was a normal person
and saw someone talking down at their stomach, I would think they were pregnant. And hell, having this demon inside me was like being pregnant. Just its own version. You needed to feed it. You needed to make sure it was okay. You occasionally talk down to it like it can hear you. It was the same thing minus the puking every four hours, and the expanding of the stomach. And frankly, she didn't come out after nine months.

  I didn't even get to finish. When my demon takes over, it's like I have no sexual drive. Well, I get unbearably horny, but other than that I never reach an orgasm. And it's only me that experiences this too. Melinda and Daniel are fine.

  I'm starting to think my demon just hates me.

  At least when she's satisfied my hormones calm down. But after tonight, I might have to relieve some tension.

  I heard a low whistle, and spun around to see Melinda sauntering her way to the car. Her hand-bag hung loosely on her wrist, and I rolled my eyes at her fresh-faced grin. “You did that one good.”

  “Tell me about it. Here, help me out.” I walked over and picked his arms up while she took his legs. We dragged him over to the wall and rested him against it. He'd wake up in a few hours, wonder where he was, and then come to the conclusion that he was super drunk last night.

  It was like I was never here.

  Five – When Things Turn To Shit, Just Call Daniel

  The next day was the first weekend of summer and I spent the morning doing nothing but sleep. Melinda had stayed last night, which was cool... then she announced this morning that she was moving into Jamie's room. This is never a good thing. Something always happens when we’re together.

  Speaking of my roommate, I received a message from Jamie, along with a picture. She was grinning towards the camera holding her hand up which had 'I'll drink loads of alcohol for you' written along her palm. Lucky bitch. I would trade places with her in a heartbeat.

  Melinda and I walked out of Starbucks, iced coffees in our hands, and we were currently heading back to the club we attended last night. I had dropped my lip gloss in the parking lot sometime during the exchanging of tongue. Due to the fact it was an expensive lip gloss and also my favorite, I planned to get it back.

  The parking lot was deserted as expected, seeing how the place was closed. I found the small pink tube where I had guessed it was, right where my car was parked. The sound of a group of murmurs grabbed our attention as we headed back to the sidewalk, and I was startled by the commotion that we had completely missed when we arrived.

  People stood tightly together, huddled as they murmured while pointing down the alley that was on other side of the club.

  “I wonder what that's all about,” Melinda murmured.

  Curiosity got the best of us and we walked towards the crowd. There had to be about twenty or so people and it was hard to even see past the first five.

  “Why are they standing there?” I asked, knowing full well that Melinda wouldn't know.

  “Let's go check it out,” Melinda said, leading us inside the group. It was hard to get past a single person, but eventually we managed to fit in. We pushed past as much people as we could, all while an off feeling run through me that I couldn't point a finger on, yet it didn’t stop my feet from taking those remaining steps in the crowd. I felt like I wanted to know what it was that had caused so much talk, and I felt like I needed to see. Murmurs continued around me as we walked through, eager to get to the front of the group.

  “I wonder how he died,” one person said.

  “I heard it was a heart attack,” another replied.

  “Poor boy, he was so young too.”

  All their comments added anxiety inside me and I didn't know why, but it only led me to want to see it even more. Finally, we made it to the front of the group when a yellow tape stopped me from going any further. I looked up and instantly, I froze.

  A gurney sat in the middle of a group of cops and medical staff as they hurried around the body that was on top. But that wasn’t all that grabbed my attention. The short black hair, brown skin, masculine arms, it hit me straight away who this guy was. He was the one from last night.

  “Oh shit,” Melinda said, spotting what I was just seeing.

  What. The. Fuck.

  ****

  “I thought he was breathing when we left him,” Melinda questioned as soon as we walked into my dorm. After seeing the crowd, hearing them talk, watching the male from last night get pulled onto an ambulance, I wanted to get away from it as fast as possible.

  “He was. That's why I'm so confused.” I raked my fingers through my hair, falling onto the couch. I felt like banging my head on a nearby wall. This wasn't supposed to happen. I couldn't have killed that man. It couldn’t have been me.

  But I was the last person he saw.

  Melinda took a seat opposite me. “Maya, what are we going to do?”

  I snapped my head in her direction. “What are we going to do? Melinda, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me who should be worried. I’m fucked if they find out I was with him.” And it wasn’t the police that I was scared of.

  “Let's call Daniel. He usually knows how to get out of these situations.” She walked off to get her phone and I sighed in frustration. She was only calling Daniel because—like me—she had hit a dead end on how to get out of this.

  One of the rules of being a succubus/incubus was to avoid killing a human, and if we did, our DNA had to be completely off the victim.

  I didn't see how that was going to work when you're fucking the person.

  “Daniel?” Melinda came back in with her cell phone in her palm. “We have a problem.”

  “Two problems in 24 hours, you two might need to stay indoors for a while,” he replied amusingly.

  “I killed someone,” I said bluntly. I know it would have killed the amusement that Daniel had inside him, but I didn't see any humor in this matter what-so-ever.

  Silence followed. He obviously wasn't expecting me to say that. I heard him exhale and I could just imagine what he was doing right now. Long fingers would be rubbing the skin on the bridge of his nose, while his mind tried to process what I had just said.

  “You what?” he asked calmly. I could tell in the tone of his voice that he knew and understood what I said, but he was giving me that chance to change my statement.

  I felt the weight of his words on top of me and I rubbed the back of my neck. “I may have killed someone,” I said, my voice going up an octave at my own angst.

  “How could you be so fucking careless, Maya?” I flinched at the hardness of his tone. I knew Nice Daniel was gone and replaced by the angrier version. “Do you know what will happen if they find your DNA on him? You better hope that they just state the death as a heart attack or it won't be just me you receive this from.”

  He said less than I expected, and I took this as my chance to state my side before things got worse. “I didn't know it would kill him. I—he was breathing when I left!”

  “He was definitely alive when I saw him,” Melinda put in, “is there a possibility that he could have had died from something else? I've never known someone to die during the recharging of the body. If anything, they should have died through orgasm.”

  She was right with that. If I had killed him, I would’ve known. But there were no other options.

  Except for one.

  “What about the person from last night?”

  Melinda arched a brow. “The one you couldn't spot in the arena?”

  I nodded.

  “It doesn't make sense, Maya. What are the chances of someone killing someone else, who just happened to be the guy you fed off?”

  She had yet another point.

  This only made my frustration worse. “I don't know. But I know for a fact that I didn't kill that guy. One, he was on the other side of the building, and two, he was alive when I left him.” I felt like no one understood that one piece of information.

  Melinda and I sat quietly, staring at each other. I was trying to get her to believe m
e, and she was trying to think up something to say.

  “My only solution would be a rogue,” Daniel said in a much calmer tone but with a hint of anger. “This would be the second time in one night that they have preyed. This person seems to have a lot of power on them.”

  “Then how come I haven't sensed them?”

  “They must be releasing their demon much more than usual. It would easily disguise their scent and make them look like a normal human being,” he answered.

  “This is stupid,” I mumbled into my palm as I rested my chin on it. My demon didn't like the feeling I was putting off and warned me to stop it.

  “Just keep under wraps for a week or two, Maya. You can survive up to three weeks before things will start to go bad. If things don't die down—no pun intended—I will come over there and help out.”

  I arched a brow at the phone and contemplated over his words. It almost frightened me that Daniel went all mad, and I mumbled, “Thanks, Dan.”

  “It's okay.” The anger had diminished, and now he sounded like the old Daniel. “We'll sort this out, Maya. Just... don't get into anymore trouble.”

  It's not like I ask for it.

  I couldn't have asked for better friends though. I knew Melinda and Daniel would both stick by me, and if the SIA got involved they would continue taking my side.

  I just hoped it didn't come to the SIA finding out.

  Six – Reality Check

  A few days had passed since we last spoke to Daniel. I didn't hear anything about the guy in the alley and I was glad. I was expecting the government or the CIA to come knocking on my door.

  It was safe to say, I practically made Melinda crazy.

  “Maya, you're being a paranoid cow. Will you stop looking out the window?” Melinda moaned from the couch.