Chapter 1

There's a woman in front of me, bent over and grinding her ass against my crotch. But her energy is too muddled; she's drunk and high on ecstasy.

I may be an incubus, but I have some standards. I wasn't about to eat straight out of the garbage.

I do enjoy squeezing her ample buttocks while my eyes scan the crowd, looking for a healthy target that hasn't soiled themselves with drugs.

The air is thick with the stench of sweat and liquor. There is enough desire in the air to soak into my blood, but it's not enough. I need raw sexual energy, and soon.

I growl in frustration and shove the woman away. She stumbles and, without missing a beat, begins to writhe against the nearest body she can find.

Outside the club, the streets are lit only by lamplight and there is a tinge of desperation in the cold night air. It's full of uncertainty and arousal, and I follow it to the source: a couple making out against the wall of a closed store.

"Hey," I say as I approach, hands held out in a placating gesture of peace. "Do you mind if I watch?"

The man and woman look at each other.

"Uh, sure," he finally says, his eyes flitting up and down my body.

I lean against the wall and lick my lips as I prepare for what I hope will be a half-decent meal. "Carry on, then."

They suck at each other's faces like some kind of bad soap opera, tongue and saliva and panting. His hand travels up her thigh, and she makes a move to unzip his pants, but he stops her.

"Here?" he asks incredulously, glancing my way again.

I grin. "Yes, darling. Here. Don't be shy."

The kissing resumes in full force as they paw at each other. His hand goes up her shirt, and I can see her knees grow weak. She wraps one leg around him, nearly causing him to fall over.

I breathe in their desire, their lust. It's good, but… they don't seem to do more than clumsily fumble about, like they've never done this before. Maybe they haven't. All I know is it's boring as hell to watch.

"Let me show you two how it's done," I growl, shoving myself between them and pushing the woman against the wall. It only takes a kiss before she's drowning in pleasure, and by the time I'm inside her, she's already on the verge of orgasm.

I look over my shoulder at the man and arch a brow. "My ass isn't going to fuck itself, pretty boy."

That is all it takes. He rushes forward and struggles with the angle, but he finds it and finally pushes his way in.

It's a desperate fuck, each thrust forward and back drawing a chorus of moans from the both of them. Their lust isn't enough, but it will satisfy the cravings until I can find someone more… delicious.

And then, when they're both raw and empty and covered in sweat, I leave them there. I lick my lips as I adjust my pants and stalk down the sidewalk.

The city is my hunting ground. I can take as much or as little as I want.

But the streets are empty. The moon is already setting and I've found little more than scraps of food here and there.

I hunger. Always.

That's when I see him: a perfect specimen of a man, young and strong. There isn't a trace of drugs or alcohol or even sex on him.

He is raw, and exactly what I need.

I hook a finger and curl it to urge him closer. "Well, hello, lovely."

He smiles and quickens his pace, saying when he's in earshot, "Hi."

"You look delicious," I say with no small amount of desire. A drop of sweat trickles down my back as I grow ravenous. "Do you prefer to suck or fuck?"

He laughs. It's a little nervous, but he says after a moment of thought, "I guess I'm not opposed to a little of both."

I can't hold back. I grab him and pull him close as I shove my own back against the wall. I need to be smothered by him. I need his desire all around me, and I need it now.

He's tall, and he easily slides his hands around my waist. I put my lips to his neck and bite down. Gently, but with just a little pressure against his pulse.

I reach down and hook my thumbs into the waistband of his pants. Slowly, I slide them down to reveal a throbbing erection. It's nice and hard, ready for action.

I purr, my tongue trilling against the back of my teeth. "Oh, sweet thing. Is that for me?"

He nods and runs his hands up my sides until he finds my erect nipples. His fingers roll them gently as he whispers, "It's all yours."

I slide down to sit and lean back against the wall. I pull him closer, my hands on his hips, and guide his erection to my mouth. Humming as the weight of the head presses against my tongue, I give his hips a little tug, encouraging him to thrust.

He does as I silently urge, gently sliding in and out of my mouth. His warm, thick member fills my mouth and I'm enveloped in the scent of his arousal as his coarse hairs tickle my nose.

And I love every fucking moment of it.

I drag my nails down the curve of his ass and urge him to go harder, deeper. To stop showing restraint.

It's not like he could actually hurt me.

That seems to be all he needs before he ruts my face with wild abandon, and I moan eagerly for more.

Fuck, I wanted him in every orifice, all at the same time. I felt drunk off him, off every thrust, off every bit that leaks out of his tip. I've never felt so sated by a single human before, and I'm not even done with him yet.

Far from it.

He begins to grunt as he pants, and his pace becomes more urgent. I can feel his thighs quiver as he reaches the end of his endurance.

He lets out a sharp gasp and holds still as he begins to spill directly down my throat. His legs shake as he finishes, but I don't let up. I can taste every bit of his release. I can feel every nerve in my body light up from the strength of his orgasm.

Then he slowly pulls out of my mouth with a small pop. I lick my lips and smile up at him.

I stand, lifting him as I do, and turn so his back is the one pressed up against the wall.

"My turn, lovely," I hiss into his ear.

I easily lift him up and pin him against the wall with a hungry kiss. I feel his arms wrap around my neck, then both of his legs snake around my hips. He's light enough that I don't even need to hold him as I begin to grind against his body.

He moans, his head falling back. I give him some of the sexual energy I'd taken from him. It only takes a bit to send humans into a state of pure bliss, and I delight in watching his expression shift.

"I love your energy," I whisper into his ear. "I love everything about you."

He groans in response and slips a hand between our bodies. He finds my erection, already slick with precum, and begins to work it in steady strokes. I lick his neck, tasting sweat, and I know he wants more.

I want to see how much I can give him.

I pull my hips further back this time, and thrust with a different angle. I hit home with practiced precision, sliding deep inside him.

The two of us gasp in unison as our hips connect. I can already feel that he's tight and eager. I slowly push in and pull out, giving him all of my length with every thrust. I give as good as I take to ensure I don't drain him completely. I don't want this to end as quickly as I normally would; I want to savor this delectable human.

He throws his head back and begins to rock his hips. He takes all of me with every thrust, and I can feel how much he loves every second of it; he is practically drowning me in the heat of his desire. I'm not usually one for talking, but I can't help myself.

"You like that?" I pant out between grunts.

His only response is another groan as he leans in to kiss at my neck. I oblige his request and angle my head, letting him have whatever he wants. I can feel him tightening as he gets closer to the edge.

I want to watch him fall completely.

"Deeper," he begs.

I shift my stance to go just that little bit deeper and revel in the sounds he makes.

"Oh, god!" he cries out. "Yes!"

It doesn't take long before he's practically bouncing against my hips. I can't believe it. I'm actually about to finish.

His nails are digging into my shoulders, and his thighs are squeezing against my sides, as if he can't get close enough. I certainly can't. I'm drunk on everything about him; the smell of his arousal, the sound of his pleasure, the taste of his sweat, the sight of his bliss.

"Fuck!" I yell as I slam deep inside him. My legs grow weak with the force of the orgasm, and I pant against his neck as I try to come back to myself. "Holy shit." I lick my lips. I've never felt better. "You're perfect."

He buries his face against my neck, and I can feel him smiling. I carefully pull out, wincing as my still-sensitive member makes contact with the cold night air. I gently lower him down so he can stand on his own feet. He looks up at me, his expression equal parts blissful and vulnerable.

I wrap an arm around him and hold him close. "Oh, I think I'm going to keep you."

The words leave my mouth before I can even think about them. The moment they do, however… I realize it's the truth. It wasn't unheard of for incubi to keep a couple humans to ensure a consistent food source, but my desires ran deeper.

I didn't want to just survive. I wanted to thrive, and this human was how.

"Keep me?" His brow furrows in confusion. "Like… a pet?"

"Yes." I chuckle and trace the line of his jaw. "And I'm going to take such good care of you."

"But I barely know you," he says, blinking. "I don't even know your name. I have a job. And my own life. I… This was amazing, but…"

Fuck.

I forgot that humans had free will.

Shit.

I blink, suddenly full of desperation. "Can we, uh. Date?" I cringe at my own words.

"You… want to date me?" He pauses, but he doesn't seem as put off as he probably should be. "Well, I… suppose we could try that."

I grin and start to tuck myself back into my pants. "Great! So, uh. What does that mean? Do we have to go to dinners? Or can we just fuck on your couch sometimes?"

He rolls his eyes, but he's fighting a smile. "You're so confident that this is going to work out that well?"

"I'm confident that I can convince you to let me do what I want." I wink.

He laughs. "Fair enough, I suppose." He bites his lip in thought before shrugging. "I'd like to go out sometimes, but for now… You can come over and we can watch movies and stuff."

I wiggle my fingers. "Oh, right, 'watch movies and stuff.' Emphasis on 'and stuff.' I like the way you think…" I trail off and raise a brow expectantly.

"David," he says with a soft laugh.

"I like the way you think, David." I grin and pat his cheek. "Give me your address and I'll come by tomorrow night."

The human stares for a minute before he nods, rattling off his address, and I commit it to memory. I plan to show this human he can't live without me. Because after getting a taste, I don't want to live without him.

I press my lips to his cheek, teasing him with a little jolt of lust. "See you tomorrow, pet."

He exhales shakily, but doesn't stop me as I leave. I find where I parked my car outside the nightclub and drive home. What a thrilling turn of events.

It's a short drive to my apartment. It's an old building, a warehouse that had been converted into studio apartments the humans called "vintage" and "historic." I liked it because studio apartments meant I didn't have to waste time with rooms I'd never use.

I throw myself on the bed, the only notable furniture in the studio apartment I called home. It had a shower for me to clean off in and a bed to let my mortal coil rest. That was all I really needed.

Well, until now.

Now, I craved.

I desired.

I wanted.

Tomorrow, I would have.