“I was just—” I began. Landon clicked his tongue, waving away my excuses.
“Save it. I knew this would happen. The room reeks of sex. Reeve has a thing for beautiful succubi. You are irresistible, although I am biased. You said you’d spend it tonight with me though. Naughty girl.”
“Reeve?” I looked over at the mysterious man and he nodded once.
“You don’t even know his name?” Landon moaned as he came over to link his arm through mine. “You’ve had her, Reeve, now you can find other conquests.”
Reeve didn’t refute that he hadn’t done anything with me. Was he protecting me? He winked in my direction, tucking his hands in his pockets.
“Whatever you say, little brother.” He skirted around us and made for the door. “Allera, it was a pleasure.”
I stared at Landon in shock. I’d heard stories about his formidable mind bender brother.
“He’s your brother?” I hissed. Landon pinched my arm.
“Yes, bitch, and you are in trouble. I can’t believe you hooked up him and didn’t even know it.”
My whole body tingled. Even if he was Landon’s brother, I couldn’t help but want a taste. I wanted to know if his lust was as dark as he seemed. The prospect excited me.
I wouldn’t stop until I found out.
Chapter 1
Myskinwasitching.The need for an injection of lust was undeniable.
“Is this a joke, Landon?” I hissed down the phone in a low voice. My face was hot with the suppressed desire to scream at him. My best friend had put me in the worst possible place.
“Now Allera, don’t judge it until you try it,” Landon soothed, but there was no mistaking the amusement in his voice. “Get back to me after one Sunday at church, at least.”
I clenched my jaw, tamping down the desire to cuss him out. The last thing I needed was my new ‘relatives’ to hear me swearing up a storm.
“I need to recharge. How an earth am I going to get the lust I need to heal in the middle of the bible belt?”
This was some cruel joke. Landon huffed a low laugh.
“Don’t you know how sexually suppressed they all are? Trust me on this, you will be back to full power in no time and Reeve isn’t going to look for you in the middle of the bible belt, is he?”
The thought of Reeve made me shiver and not in a good way. I couldn’t allow him to find me until I’d recharged. Our clash had left me frightfully low on power, and if he caught me now? I’d no longer be a free succubus, but another caged creature. Reeve wouldn’t stop until he owned me and I would die before I allowed that to happen. What I needed was to lie low and rely on Landon to get me somewhere I could hole up for a few months and recharge. I’d figured he’d tuck me away in a seedy brothel or in Vegas, but I was here, in a house where there were too many crosses to count, and my new ‘aunt’ had praised Jesus on how beautiful I was.
“I’m still annoyed with you,” I grumbled, deciding to settle for now. I could always leave if it proved Landon was wrong.
“My irresistible friend, when I speak to you next, I expect an apology,” he quipped and with a beleaguered sigh, I canceled the call. I didn’t have the enthusiasm and optimism that Landon did, but I was here now, and I had to make the most of it. As I walked back into the muted dining room, my Aunt Kathy put a teapot on the table and laid out some ginger snaps. I relaxed. There was no way Reeve would ever look for me here. My Uncle Wayne gave me a smile as he helped himself to a cup. Landon had done his magic and planted an iron clad backstory for me in their minds.
To them, I was their sweet twenty-year-old niece who was visiting for the summer. When I was done here, Landon would arrange for any memories of me to be scrubbed. It really paid to have a powerful mind bender as a best friend. Too bad his brother Reeve possessed more power and was completely obsessed with me. I squashed down the hurt that rose when I pictured the last time I’d seen Reeve. Settling in my seat, I realized I would have to act harder than I ever had in my life. Landon had trussed me up in a demure dress, which should have tipped me off to where I was going to be spending my time. I had a cousin too, Trent who was currently at a friend’s house for bible study. He was going to meet us at the church. The clock ticked maddeningly, and I sighed, desperate for one sliver of lust. My throat was parched like I’d ran a marathon in a desert. I guzzled the tea and one ginger snap, standing up with my hands clasped.
“Should we get to church early?” I asked and endured the pleased nods of my new relatives.
“You are a peach. Such a godly girl,” my aunt cooed, clearing the table.
“You’re right.” Uncle Wayne gazed down at his watch. “We should get there early.”
I picked at my nails on the drive to the church, watching the looming building with interest. It wasn’t one of those old churches. It was a modern one that had been a warehouse in a previous life that was now kitted out like arenas with seating crammed in enough to seat a stadium load of people.
Aunt Kathy squeezed my arm as we walked down the aisle of the gigantic church. I allowed it because I was desperate for a feed and was determined to make the best of the situation. Hoping to elicit some sort of response, I dressed liked the perfect modest girl. A flash of dizziness rolled through my limbs and if I didn’t get some lust into me soon I was going to pass out.
“We’ll squeeze in here, shall we?” Uncle Wayne suggested. I let him take the lead. That was what good girls did, right? Seen not heard? Or was that for children? I figured it didn’t make much of a difference.
I’d observed Aunt Kathy, and she was submissive in all things. She was hyper-feminine, and talked in a soft, breathy voice. I’d searched up bible verses on the drive over to see if I could memorize something that made me seem legitimate. My eyes snagged on a lanky, dark-haired young man who was running up the aisle, fussing with his collar. His upper lip was covered by a nearly invisible fluff of stubble.