Page 3 of The Succubi's Choice

His eyes briefly glow gold, and just like that he belongs to her.

Hands fumbling at his belt and roughly cut jeans, she pulls down his pants, pushing him to the bed before straddling his thighs with her own.

As he watches, slack-jawed, she sheds her tank top, unclasps her bra, and his hands go to her breasts as if she commanded him.

“Good boy,” she whispers, feeling the knot between her shoulders loosen. “Let’s see what you look like.”

His eyes never leaving her body, he shucks off the flannel shirt, showing a dusting of dark hair over his chest, and something akin to happiness settles in her bones.

“Perfect,” she says, and he wraps his arms around her and twists her around, her back hitting the cheap comforter, and he crawls over her.

She sighs, as his hands crawl up her body, the all choking feeling of finally getting sated clawing at the back of her throat, and...

And she closes her eyes as he enters her, fucking her with something resembling abandon, and she lets herself relax into the movement.

* * *

A surprisingly few minutes later,she slides back into the booth with Gabriel, who quickly flips his phone over.

She raises an eyebrow at the phone and he stares at her, before shrugging. “I was texting?”

“With Jacqueline?” She asks, tossing the hotel room key back at him.

He doesn’t respond, which all but confirms it. “You look better.”

“I feel better,” she says, drawing out the words and cracking her neck. “I mean, he desperately wanted to be a top and wasn’t that great, but, you know.”

The door to the bar opens, and the man rejoins his friends, not even looking into their corner of the bar.

Gabriel turns and gawks at him. “Yeah, he looks like one of those guys who has to be in control.”

“Heaven forbid a girl be on top,” she responds, but still, a smile crosses her face. “Still wanna hit up a bookstore?”

“Hell yes,” he says, scooting out of the booth.

* * *

They squeezeinto Miri’s little beat up Toyota, where she puts on her sunglasses, blessedly dimming the too bright world.

Gabriel shakes his head at her motions, still texting. “You need to get back into the nighttime hunting again,” he says as she shifts her car into drive, pulling out of the bumpy parking lot. “I mean, you pull some ridiculously bad finds this way.”

“Yeah well,” she starts, before swallowing the initial retort. “Talk to Lundy, I guess. He put me on this shift.”

“You should talk to Katya,” he says, finally looking up from his phone as she jerks her car into traffic. “Last time she went to bat for you, Lundy crumpled like a bag of chips.”

“Is that a saying? I don’t think that’s a saying,” Miri says, as quick as she can, to brush past the point. “Besides, she’s busy.”

Gabriel blinks at her, which she steadily ignores. “Busy. Still?”

“Stuff keeps on happening,” she says, as neutral as she can, cause while Gabriel is her close friend, some things you just don’t share with members outside the community.

And really, it’s not a lie. Stuff keeps on happening. And when such cataclysmic events where one of the strongest and most influential Demi-gods gets killed by a simple human, it tends to leave a bit of a power vacuum. And Katya, her boss at her day job as human relations with the community, was a tangential part of the takedown.

So yeah. She’s busy. And while she has a certain amount of clout, Katya isn’t the type who likes the spotlight. So she’s doubled down, put her nose even more into her work, and tries to ignore the fact that she now has a bit of notoriety.

Gabriel makes that noise in the back of his throat that’s almost a scoff. “I thought things calmed down?”

And while there’s no Demigods waging war anymore, calm isn’t the right term.