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She remele so away-until it got to the harsh broccoli center

I feel you, dog Blech

Was food truly no longer an option? With shaking hands, she unwrapped another package, biting through two crackers Anything not to strew Chewing, chewingwas this o down-

Wastebasket! She eet out all the offending particles Then she tested the rest of her drink Natch, the whiskey went down like silk But she kneouldn't be nearly enough to sustain her

Field position? Her body was failing her She'd done everything she could to stay the course, but maybe it was time to admit defeat

With each minute she suffered an e? Oh, yeah Like her libido had mainlined crank

And it remained fixated on MacRieve

Did that o crawling to hiain?

She'd always heard that you remeroveling for his dick-especially since forever, in her case, could be literal

The idea of that made her more ill than the crackers

Was she one of those wo-loaded dojo du up for another strike?

No, she refused to believe that He was si, she'd gotten lost in the woods without water; she renant puddle with serious consideration

MacRieve was si Lykae-shaped puddle

Maybe she should just do it He'd given her bliss once before, and if sex was supposed to be the er, she could escape him Would it be so bad to feed and heal?

Her succubus half avidly recalled the energy she'd received fro straight out of this place, this country, away froht she'd ever have to see his hateful smirk

Still, as desperate as she was, she balked at the "crawling to hi but the begging

Or his beast

Sodesire wasn't working Her panties et, her sex achy

Could she release so?

She rose, heading for the shower As she undressed, she gazed into the er, but her bruise didn't look too bad

Her hair had al scissors, but was too tired to be bothered Pulling it up in a ponytail would be quicker and easier than shearing off that thick th more attractive? Did she care?

She turned on the shower, impressed with the array of toiletries She stepped under the stea with her breasts then letting her hands linger over her every curve Her hips, her backside

As she touched herself, she iolden eyes lit by flames She fantasized that his hands roamed her body She cupped her sex as he had on the plane, e of co his name, when a spike of worry that he'd scent her shattered her concentration Visualizing his head between her legs, his strong tongue working her flesh, brought her back into striking range-but then she jumped at a noise, which turned out not to be him at all

In the end, she was just too weak All she'd done was leave herself even hornier

She dropped her hand, leaning her forehead against the wall With a groan of frustration, she slapped the tile with her flat palht If he came upstairs, ready to have sex with her, it would happen Gods help them both?

And if he didn't coh the keep, chasing after hi when the terry cloth rubbed her swollen nipples

Perusing her new clothes, she saw there was really only one choice for a night like this

Though the weather was hland standards, Will had stoked the fire in the keep's great hearth, forcing hi for fortitude

This was going to happen He was about to bed a succubus Which et as nuhtrown ain, it didn't have to be anything like last time He didn't even have to fuck Chloe-a tidy blow job would nourish her He didn't have to claim her, didn't have to mark her as his erness, he knew he'd be inside her tonight He'd fall on that sword, letting her use his body

Because that hat succubae did

He'd heard water running in theher in the shower, strea those glorious breasts of hers, gliding her fingers over sensitive nipples

He sed, gazing down at his stiffening cock Oh, aye, she was strewingas he could, testing his will against the force of her need

Shaking as badly as he had the night his family had been ripped apart, he stared into the flames Not ten feet from him was the spot where his mother had stood the last time Will had seen her alive Never one like her, my Uilleam

His father had sat before this very fireplace, telling his sons about how he'd met their mother, adoration in his tone

When Will had predicted that his father wouldn't last the week, he'd been wrong Da hadn't lived past the next sunset No one in the clan had been surprised when he'd entreated a trusted co Will or Munro could say would change Da's rief, unmoved by their pleas, half taken over by his beast already Will and Munro had just lost their mother and sister, and then their father as well

All of that because of a succubus And there's one in our home

The shame of it! And in the midst of his turmoil, he needed Chloe He needed her hand on his brow, a loving stroke against his face

He needed to be inside her-because that was the only place in the world he hadn't yet tried to find peace

He finished the bottle, setting it down too close to the edge of the whiskey service; it fell to the floor Nothing left to spill He collected another fifth, then proceeded to top off his highball glass repeatedly, chasing that numbness

By the end of the second bottle, all he'd achieved was drunkenness

When he'd heard her turn off the water, his pulse had quickened Now he could detect the faintest scent of her arousal,maddened by the scent of heat

-Clai inside hisbut his stubbornness His battered pride

He needed to accept that it was his fate to surrender and cede He told himself that for the nine hundred years between succubae, his life and his will had been his own