Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
You have no idea.
“You won't tell me, Fatou?”
“I won't.”
“Too bad.” And then in one swift moment, he pressed his soft lips to mine and pulled back before I could bite him.
Damn it.
I’d lost another opportunity to knock him out. This entire situation was hopeless.
I scanned the area around us. Humans continued to dance and stroll by.
How am I going to get away from him?
I thought of the needles full of my venom and my dagger that I had in my garter belt. They were only for emergencies, since it took me hours to extract the venom from my fangs and even more time to put the venomous liquid into the small glass needles.
Well, this is definitely an emergency.
Hoping he couldn’t see my hand move, I lowered my hands and slowly pulled up the bottom of my dress, exposing the garter belt on my thigh.
His nostrils flared and he targeted my eyes.
You can do it, Fatou.
I quickly snatched a needle from the garter belt.
He smacked my hand away, making the needle fly past his arm. His eyes followed it as it twisted in the air and dropped to the ground.
“Very interesting.” He shook his head and stomped on it. The glass needle cracked. Milky white venom spilled onto the floor.
“Once again. You’ve come closer to getting me than any other hunter.” He ripped the garter belt from my thigh, held it to the side, and shook it.
Other needles fell, cracking as they crashed into the floor. Venom seeped out of them, pooling around his boots.
His nostrils flared. “Even your poison is deliciously intoxicating.”
“Perhaps, you should taste it too.”
He sniffed again. “Your venom's fragrance is nothing like I've ever smelled in this world. And I've smelled many things.”
Instead of dropping the garter belt onto the floor, he stuffed my garter belt into his pocket. “Because you’re so intriguing, I will let you live.”
My nerves calmed.
“Goodnight, sweet Fatou.” Azar disappeared right before my eyes.
The bubble left too.
Fast, I yanked my dress's top up and raced away, hoping to God that Azar didn't follow.
Now, what will I do?
Chapter 2
All Hells
Azar
After disappearing in front of Fatou, I reappeared several feet away from her. I slipped into a long hallway that had the sharp smell of cedar with a hint of bleach and sweat.
In the hallway fluorescents buzzed and hummed. An odd clacking sound came from one of the bathrooms, followed by the sound of feminine laughter.
Against simple common sense, I peeked around the corner and looked across the club to where I had spirited into thin air. The move had drained a lot of my energy, but it was worth it. I had to get away from her.
I spotted Fatou in the same spot, lifting the dress over her breasts. A blue hue bathed her brown skin. She turned her head from side to side, searching for me. Those silver dreadlocks bounced around her shoulders with each turn. I wanted to feast on her flesh. I could taste the honey on my tongue.
Go, Fatou, before I make you regret it.
She combed her fingers through her locs with both hands. Those perky nipples poked her dress’s thin fabric and were visible from here.
I growled as the ache in my cock deepened. The head swelled, sending pain and arousal up my shaft. I shoved my hands back into my pants and gripped the traitor.
Leave, Fatou.
She checked the area around her again and raced toward the club’s front door, bumping into the bouncer.
Good.
Relief filled me as I leaned back on the damaged wall and rubbed my temples. A stinging pain spasmed across my head.
It was the cost of using a complicated spell so quickly. Beads of sweat formed around my forehead while I rode the treacherous wave out, until it lessoned into nothing.
Rattled, I took a few deep breaths. I wasn’t used to my desires spinning out of control.
After over 150 years of living, not much made me need anything anymore.
In 1870, I’d been born human in Copenhagen, Denmark.
In my twenties, I was turned into a demon. I wasn’t immortal, but it was hard as fuck to kill me.
Three layers of hard bone surrounded an incubus demon’s heart. I’d discovered this from finding a few and opening their chests up, needing to know how we ticked.
Humans had soft, fatty brains.
We had more protection than a human skull. An extra layer encased our brains like a pearl sitting within the wet lining of an oyster shell. One needed a holy weapon to crack it and even that healed quickly.
I was as close to immortal as a supernatural could be.
Meanwhile, one would think that near immortality made for a fascinating life.
I’d traveled to every continent and stayed in every country. I’d married five times and buried my wives’ bodies. Never did I have kids, not wanting to see my sons and daughters grow up and then die too. I hadn’t heard of an incubus demon having kids. In fact, my maker had forbid it, citing our wicked biology and that the mother may die birthing the baby.