Page 8 of Behold Her
It’sher. Shit, I can’t go anywhere without running into that dark-haired siren. I watch her as her blonde friend flirts with the bartender. Her skin glows gold under the dim bar lighting, and tendrils of hair hang down the back of her neck where they’ve escaped a messy ponytail. Her energy sings out to me, calling to the primal, lustful monster I keep hidden deep inside. I force myself to turn away as she and her friend head to a booth, though awareness of her presence still ripples through me as I head over to order another drink.
When I return to my table, I manage to bring my focus back to Lydia as she mentions meeting someone tonight for a potential job opportunity. Her friends congratulate her and the anticipation radiating off of her spikes. They order her another drink and she accepts, so it looks like I’m stuck here for a while longer. I keep my attention on them, hoping she’ll give more details on this new job, but after a while they move back to trashing their old company. Makes me thankful that I’ve never had a corporate gig.
Without the need to listen to their conversation, the siren across the room draws my attention like a magnet. She’s waiting for her friend to return with more drinks. I soak in the sight of her, feeling parched even as I sip my drink.
If I were a normal man, I could go over and introduce myself. Give her a line about how she caught my eye and flirt a bit. But I’mnota normal man. All the succubus side of me can think about as I look at her is how I want to make her scream as I fuck her into oblivion. How I want to drag her into the darkest depths of desire and feast on our combined pleasure. Gods, I don’t want to be this way. I’ve fought it my entire life, and the one time I slipped up, I ruined a decade of friendship.
Sliding back into bad memories, I lose track of my senses and startle when I realize she’s staring back at me. Embarrassment and confusion surges out from her as she looks away. A moment later, her blonde friend storms over to me.
Shit.
“Hey, sorry to bother you, but could you settle an argument for me?” The blonde stands in front of me, her hip cocked to one side. She’s even more beautiful up close, and I appreciate the confident ease she holds herself with. If it wasn’t for the siren calling my eyes back to her at this very moment as she joins her friend, I might’ve looked at her from across the room.
I run a nervous hand through my hair. “Uh, sure?”
“I noticed you looking at my friend here.” I can’t keep the heat from rising on my cheeks.Keep it together, Max.
She grins at my reaction, then over at her friend before continuing. “She thinks it was because she reminds you of someone. Is that why?”
“Grace,please…” the siren groans, looking down in mortification and rubbing her temple. A shiver runs down my spine at hearing her voice. She sounds like sin.
“Chill, Mona! It’s just a friendly question. Surely this gentleman won’t mind enlightening us.”
My mind stutters. Her name is Mona. I know the siren’s name now.
I realize I haven’t replied and clear my throat before speaking to cover my pause. “I think I’d remember if I met you before. Mona, was it?” Her name tastes sweet in my mouth, and the lift of her eyebrows in surprise is even more delicious. She nods and her lips twist into a hint of a shy smile.
“Thank you…what was your name?” The blonde—Grace—asks, still grinning in delight. I’m about to answer when she speaks again. “You know what? Why don’t you tell Mona while I run to the restroom? Or better yet, write it down along with your number.”
She walks away and I hear Mona mutter, “godfuckingdammit, Grace, what the hell?” under her breath before she addresses me. “Sorry about that, she’s a bit clueless…you don’t have to do that—”
“Max,” I interrupt.
“What?” Her mouth falls open slightly. I wonder what her lower lip would feel like caught between my teeth.
“My name’s Max. I don’t have a pen, but I can tell you my number so you can put it in your phone.”
“Oh no, that’s not…did Grace put you up to this?” She narrows her eyes at me, a tiny wrinkle forming in the center of her brow.
Now it’s my turn to be confused. “What? I’ve never met your friend before.”
“Oh. So why were you looking at me?”
It feels like a trick question. I’m not sure why she’s confused. I’m frustrated by my demon’s intense lust for her, but not confused about why I’m attracted to her. She’s a beautiful woman with luscious, soft curves made for sinking my fingers into as I—shit, stop thinking about that!
Not knowing how to answer and worrying I’ll end up saying something stupid or far too forward, I go with the first thing that comes to mind. “Do you like roleplaying?”
Mona’s brows shoot up and a spike of her nervous arousal hits me. The taste zings through me, making me clutch my glass tighter to resist reaching out to touch her. “W-what?”
A small smile creeps onto my face at her misinterpretation of my question. “Your shirt.”
She glances down and then laughs self-consciously. “Oh! Yes, do you?”
“I’ve been known to hang around a dungeon master or two before, but I wasn’t rolling any dice.” The joke flies out of my mouth before I can think better of it, and Mona’s eyes go wide as saucers. “My sisters played D&D every weekend when I was growing up, but they didn’t let me play,” I add with a grin.
She laughs at that, and the husky sound goes straight to my dick. I shift in my chair, hoping she doesn’t look down. “You didn’t answer my question, Max. Why were you watching me? I’m not running any games right now, so you’ll have to find someone else who’ll let you roll the dice with them,” Mona teases, her posture less guarded now. Hearing her say my name does nothing to help with the growing bulge in my jeans.
Unable to avoid the question, I answer as truthfully as possible. “Other than the fact that you’re a beautiful woman? I’m not sure why, but I can’t seem to take my eyes off of you.” That last part’s a lie, but I can’t exactly tell her I’m part lust demon.