Welcome to Dunvegas

by Meankitty Publishing

  When the other person kept talking, he sighed in exasperation. “Look, lady, I have things going on that I have to take care of, too, you know, so those two are on their own. But she’s mean.” He stopped again and looked back the way he’d come. “She won’t hurt him, will she?” Lupin curled his lip. “Ugh! I didn’t need to know all of that! Just a simple yes or no will do. Fine. Well, yes ma’am.”

  He hung up and rolled his eyes. “Some people think they’re god’s gift or somethin’.” He hefted the tray in his hand and started down the hall.

  ~*~

  Lucian held onto Desi’s elbow until he got to his room. He slid his keycard through the slot and opened the door, automatically letting out a long sigh as he walked into the room that Dunvegas provided for him. Everything was in blues, from the palest shade that was almost white to a dark midnight of the bedspread. Some wizard with a decorating bent said these colors suited his psyche best and helped him relax.

  Desi’s breath tickled his ear. “If you’ll promise to let me go, I’ll make your wildest fantasies come true.” How in the hell did she get so close so fast? Well, there went relaxing.

  Once he had Desi’s hands safely cuffed to the sturdiest chair in the room, he sat as far away from her as possible, which unfortunately was on the bed “Ms…” He paused. “What is your last name?”

  “Arnez.”

  He put his hand over his mouth. “Your last name is Arnez?” He snickered.

  She frowned. “What is so funny about my name? That wereperson laughed at my name and yours as well.”

  Lucian stopped laughing. “My name's Lucian Ballantine. Harry has always called me Lucky.”

  “Desi Arnez and Lucky Ballantine.” Her pouty red lips thinned. “I don't find anything funny about that at all.”

  He coughed. “Neither do I. Look, Ms. Arnez, when you said my wildest fantasies, were you offering me sex or what?”

  Desi's eyes widened. “I most certainly did not! What do you take me for?”

  “I'm trying to figure that out. You took something from your customers tonight.” He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. “But you also gave them a little bit of your aura.” He held up his hand when she opened her mouth. “I can see these things, so don’t even try and deny it.”

  She sucked in her breath, which had an interesting effect on her cleavage, but he refused to let that sway him. Much. Lucian decided it might be best if he looked somewhere else.

  “I'm a succubus, it's what I do.” Her voice was soft. He thought she was frightened, so he was surprised when he caught the angry expression on her face.

  “How old are you?”

  “Older than you.” She managed to look down her nose at him even though he'd stood and begun to pace. “You’re not supposed to ask a lady that question.”

  He stopped in front of her and rocked back and forth on his heels. “Okay, then, why did you mark those people?”

  “For future visits, of course.”

  “What?” His mouth fell open in shock.

  “I haven’t hurt anyone since the Civil War.” She wiggled her shoulders. “That soldier recovered completely, and more importantly, he didn’t hurt any more innocent women after he woke up.”

  “I umm... what?” He stared at her. She appeared younger than his own thirty years but had just stated calmly that she’d been alive over a hundred years ago. He concentrated on something else. “What do you do, exactly?”

  Desi peered at him from beneath her lashes. “I can't explain it. I'd have to show you.”

  Lucian’s skin prickled and his dick woke up, pointing in her direction like a divining rod that had found a well. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He shifted in his chair. Down, boy.

  “That’s the only way you’ll be able to prove that I’m not a danger to everyone around me.” She smiled at him, and he swallowed thickly past the sudden lump in his throat. “Close your eyes.” Her voice reverberated in his head.

  His eyes grew heavy but he forced them open. “Wait.” He shook his head. “How do I know you won’t kill me?”

  Her smile widened. “You’ll just have to trust me.”

  Desi thought she’d have a chance to escape when Lucian took off the cuffs. He must have been able to read her intentions, however, because he’d only unfastened one so she could get out of the chair, immediately placing the other on his wrist.

  He pulled her along behind him, turning when she balked and dug in her heels. “What’s wrong?”

  “We don’t actually do um…” She pointed at the big bed looming in front of them.

  “I figured that out, but I’d rather be comfortable for this little experiment in idiocy.” With that, he lay down and tugged on her hand. “I won’t hurt you either, you know,” he whispered when she just stood staring at him.

  She forced a smile and lay down on her back as far away as the length of chain would allow.

  “Now what?”

  She jumped at his question, but he grabbed her so she wouldn’t fall off the bed.

  “Just close your eyes and relax.” Since they were already holding hands, she simply used that to make a connection. She didn’t have to be touching someone to do it, but this was the easiest way. She wound a small tendril of her power out, frowning when it immediately latched onto his aura. It shouldn’t have been that easy unless…

  “Lucian, have we met before?” As she asked the question, she turned her head. Immediately, she realized her mistake, because even though he was asleep, his eyes were wide open. She gazed into the green depths and was helplessly sucked into the dark abyss of Lucian’s dreams.

  Lucian realized two things almost immediately. One, a dream blowjob is almost as good as the reality. Two, he didn’t like it. “Lady, get off me.”

  The blonde who’d just been deep throating him pulled away and frowned up at him. “Why?”

  “I don’t know you.” He pushed her away, zipping up his jeans. “Where is…” He paused, trying to remember something.

  The blonde with no name giggled and pressed a kiss to his thigh. He barely suppressed a scream.

  She sighed and sank back down to her knees. “Where is what? Would you like different hair?”

  “Your hair’s fine.”

  She raked her hands through the mass of curls and they turned red. He stared at her with his mouth hanging open. She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. “Fine, then, about bigger breasts.” She closed her eyes and her brows dipped down in concentrations. She took a deep breath, or he thought that’s what she’d done, but he noticed that her chest didn’t go back down.

  “Holy shit, three sizes at least. They’re Grinch boobs!”

  She laughed huskily, then clapped her hand over her mouth. With another snort of laughter, she stood and paced away from him, tossing her long, red hair over her shoulder so that it tumbled down her back. “Lucian, what do you want?”

  He liked her laugh, but the ass was even better. Something clicked, and the scent of roses filled the room. “I’d like Desi, please.”

  All traces of laughter fled her voice with her next comment. “What did you say?”

  “It’s my dream.” He stared at the strange redhead. “You’re pretty, but you’re not her.” Well, he thought, you are her, but I’d rather see the real you. However, he wasn’t fool enough to say it aloud.

  “I...uh.” She swallowed hard.

  “Fine, just give me a Desi clone.” He leaned back on the bed that matched his in the waking world and smiled. He’d just flummoxed a succubus. It wasn’t as if she could hide it, because right now she had a pale complexion. Or she would if she weren’t blushing so hard she matched that red hair.

  “All right.” Her hair darkened as did her skin and eyes until she looked just like Desi down to the tiny mole beside her lower lip. He’d noticed that when they got on the elevator and had wanted to lick it. Now, he could.

  She’d also put on a short red nightgown that shimmered with each breath she took. “
Lucian.” She stepped forward only to stop. “I don’t know how to explain this, but I’ve tasted your energy before.”

  “I know.” And he didn’t care.

  “You don’t mind?” Desi was suddenly in front of him, her expression sad, but also hungry.

  Warning bells sounded deep within. He ignored them because he was getting sex with this woman, dream sex but still sex. “Not a bit.”

  “Good.” Her tone made him look at her again, or it could have been her fingers sliding up and down the zipper of his jeans. “I’ve waiting too long between real feedings. It makes me a little bit—” She let her voice trail off at the same time as she undid the button.

  “Oh, damn.” He sucked in his breath and watched as she slowly unzipped his fly and pushed it open. She skimmed the nail of her index finger up and down the trail of hair that ran from his belly button to the top of his briefs before sliding beneath the waistband. He was hot, hard and ready, leaping at her fingertips.

  “Do you want me to stop?” When he didn’t answer, she pulled his briefs down and licked him once. “Honey, do you want me to stop?”

  “Are you insane?” He ground out, lifting up towards her mouth. She took him in her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. It was the hottest thing she could have done.

  She laughed and her hand gripped him tighter. “Trying to get away from me?” Her voice vibrated along the length of his shaft and he groaned, gritting his teeth to hold back the tingling at the base of his spine. “Tell me, Lucian.”

  “I’ll tell you anything you wanna know, just…” He bit back a yelp when she raked her teeth up and down the length of him, tugging on his balls at the same time. Hell, she was trying to kill him. She was a little Nazi; surely that’s where she’d learned her torture techniques.

  “Do you like this?” She laughed, low in her throat, and moved faster, her cheeks drawing in with the force of the suction. She gripped the base of his cock with her fingers, skimming her teeth and tongue over the underside of the head right where he was the most sensitive. How the hell did she know that? Oh, wait, maybe it was the groaning and thrashing around.

  “Yes,” he managed before she swirled her tongue in the opening at the head of his cock. She opened her mouth and took another long suck. He yelled her name and felt fire race down his spine. Almost. Dear God, please.

  He tunneled his fingers in her hair, pulling her close. His body tightened as he plunged back and forth, a little too roughly, forgetting to be gentle.

  She pressed her lips together and fucked him with her mouth, sucking and pulling back. He said her name with a gasp, his hips pistoning back and forth. She made a sexy little noise, somewhere between a whimper and a hum, tickling him. He knew then that he was going to lose it. His cock jerked in her mouth, and he tried to push her back.

  Desi was having none of it, though. Her fingers curled over his wrists, holding on with surprising strength. She sucked and licked; then, with a low growl, she nipped him. With a yell, he exploded and fell back onto the bed gasping for breath.

  She followed him down, her mouth on him, still making that hungry little noise that wasn’t sexy anymore. Now it was terrifying.

  ~*~

  Lucian felt like he’d been run over by a truck. More correctly, like he’d been sucked dry by a succubus. He opened his eyes and saw nothing but blackness. He couldn’t move, either, and panic set in, so he did the intelligent thing and screamed bloody murder.

  He heard a crash and cursing. Then someone shined a bright white light in his eyes and intoned, “Go toward the light.”

  Wait a damn minute. That voice was familiar. More importantly, it didn’t belong to a dead person. Well, not yet. Once he felt better, he planned to fix that little detail.

  “Shut up, Andre,” Another, voice, female and sultry, said. “And turn off that light.” He was plunged in darkness again.

  “Well, pooh!” the female huffed. Wait, Desi said that, too. “Let there be light. However, let it be ambient and flattering.” The lamp by his head his head flickered on. “That’s much better.”

  He blinked to clear his eyes and stared at his guests. A tall woman with long, blonde hair and bright blue eyes smiled at the lamp as if it had preformed a trick. Seeing how it had somehow exchanged its plain 60-watt bulb for a dim, pinkish one when he wasn’t looking, he guessed it had.

  She wore a dark green dress that plunged down in the front, exposing an awful lot of white skin. In fact, a blue jewel winked at him from her navel. With a sigh, she smoothed her skirts and held out her hand. “Come along, Lucian, you’ve got to straighten out this mess.”

  Lucian sat up and the room immediately spun. He held his head and groaned. “What happened to me? I feel like shit.”

  “Crybaby.” Andre smirked at him.

  “Andre,” the woman said in a tone of warning.

  “Who are you?” Lucian asked, ignoring the woman’s tapping foot.

  When he didn’t move, she made an impatient noise. “If you’ll come along, you’ll find out.”

  He stood up slowly and the dizziness hit him again, but after a second, it passed. “Okay, fine. But let me get a shirt.”

  “No time!” She grabbed his hand and Andre’s and his room simply disappeared.

  They reappeared inside the offices of Paranormal and Magical Security. Lucian’s stomach was now in his left foot and his heart was under his right knee. He swallowed thickly. No, it was behind his tonsils and the two of them were about to make an escape attempt.

  “Who in the hell are you?” he gurgled at the woman who’d just tried to kill him.

  “Aphrodite, darling, how nice of you to visit.” His boss, Dana Morelli, strode from her office with her teeth bared in the scariest excuse for a smile he’d ever seen in his entire life.

  Aphrodite? The Aphrodite? No! It couldn’t be. He stared at the woman who’d just moved him through space without so much as batting a long, lush eyelash. She smiled serenely at the werewolf charging across the office at them, her fangs and teeth growing by the minute. Oh, shit, he was holding hands with the goddess of love. Lucian’s heart decided to retreat, and his tonsils tried to follow.

  “Dana!” Aphrodite released him and Andre, gliding forward, her hands held out in front of her. “You look…” She paused. “Well, frankly, darling, you like you could use a trip to the salon. I can recommend someone if you’d like.”

  “Fuck you,” Dana growled.

  Aphrodite threw back her head, let loose a tinkling laugh and then shook her head sadly. “Ooh, sweetie, if I leaned in that direction, you’d be my first choice. But I am, as they say, strictly dickly. Besides, the moon is your mistress, right?”

  Dana pulled at her hair and her eyes started to glow. She looked around the room for a likely target for her rage. Unfortunately her golden gaze landed on him. “Lucian!”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  After a deep breath, her hair stopped growing, but her eyes stayed yellow. Not a good sign. “We have your attacker in a line up and would like you to identify her.”

  He stiffened. “My what?”

  “Your attacker.”

  “I don’t have an attacker.”

  She reached out and he couldn’t contain his flinch, but she just patted his shoulder. “It’s okay. We’re here for you.” With that, she led the way into a room that contained a two-sided mirror. On this side were three chairs and a table, and on the other side was Desi wearing only his shirt. The other occupant was a large, red-skinned demon with long, black horns.

  “What the hell is going on?” This seemed to be Lucian’s song choice for the night.

  “Hell is about right.”

  “Tattletale,” Andre muttered, giving him a dark look.

  “I didn’t tell anyone,” Lucian snarled at Andre.

  Aphrodite pursed her lips and stared hard at the mirror. “He doesn’t know what he did, son of Pan, so be quiet.”

  “Yes, Aunt Aphrodite.”

  Lucian walked to the mirror
and put his fingers on the glass, watching as the monster circled Desi like a shark. She just stared ahead, a hopeless expression in her eyes. He turned back to the others in the room. “What did I do?”

  Dana leaned against the table with her arms folded. “You sent out a psychic alarm so loud that two of our lesser talented psis fainted at their desks. One of the stronger ones was able to stay conscious long enough to write a note.” She shrugged. “We went and got the demon out of your room and brought her here.”

  “That monster was in my room?” He shivered. “How did it get there?”

  Dana gave him a sad smile. “Lonely men will invite things like that into their rooms, you know.”

  He turned and looked just in time to see the demon run his hand down Desi’s arm. Lucian banged his hand on the mirror and both of them jerked towards the sound. “Hey!”

  The demon was at the glass instantly, moving so fast that Lucian was unable to track it. His eyes were black and soulless. They had to be the scariest thing in the entire world. Lucian rethought that when the demon opened his mouth and out came a voice horrible and beautiful at the same time. “Meat broke the rules, meat is mine.”

  “Meat?” Lucian turned. “She’s not meat.” And she’s mine, he added silently.

  Andre had moved to the glass. “Then why tell?”

  “I didn’t tell anyone. At least, I don’t think so.” Lucian frowned as he rethought what had happened. “It was pretty intense at the end and I lost control, so maybe I sent out something.” He turned to Dana. “What did the note say?”

  She pointed to a folder and he walked to the table. Inside was a copy of a scrawled note.

  Oh, God. Stop! I don’t think I can hold on.

  His mouth quirked and he bit his lip. “Who wrote this?”