Lethal Blow: (Succubus Hitwoman Book 2) by Eliza Hendrix (love books to read TXT) 📕

groan escapes his mouth, and he licks his dry, cracked lips.

He’s too weak.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.

What the hell am I supposed to do? How do you force an incubus to feed if they don’t have the energy to? I’m beating myself up for not knowing how to share some of my life force. How did Ace do that?

It doesn’t matter. You’re running out of time.

I bite my lip, trying to sort through the dozens of thoughts running through my mind. I search the room, the hollow ceiling, the clouds, and then look back down at Ace.

That’s when I notice he’s still hard.

If there’s one thing Ace and I share in common, it’s succubi survival instinct. He may have been able to control himself with me earlier, but now that he’s on the verge of going comatose, nothing will stop this demon from feeding… not even me.

It’s a risk, but what choice do I have?

Swallowing my panic, I bring out my Lure. It feels forced and unnatural given that my target is hardly moving, but he needs to want this more than anything. Breathing out slowly, I climb on top of him as if preparing to fuck him. Although I can’t know what he’s thinking, his rapid heartbeat against my palm tells me he wants this.

Breathing out slowly, I reach for his erected manhood and squeeze my fingers around him. His eyelids flutter and he releases a raspy breath. I stroke him softly… torturously teasing him. But the harder his heart pounds, the quicker my strokes become, filling the open space with a wet chafing sound. Beads of sweat slide down the side of his face and a hint of his crisp cologne enters my nostrils.

“You’re going to get off hard, and you’re going to feed on me, do you understand?” I order.

He tries to nod, but his chin barely moves.

I fucked this up…badly.

But it’s okay. I stroke harder, and harder, my grip tightening around his shaft and my bare breasts hanging in front of him. I’m going to fix this.

His moans louden, and although he can’t vocalize it, I can tell he’s experiencing euphoria. I sense it. It’s invisible energy generated by my Lure. It leaves my fingertips and enters him through my firm touch, then seeps out of his body and envelops us both.

I feel a similar ecstasy with feebles, hence why I can feed without being touched myself, but with Ace, it magnifies the sensation beyond belief.

Holy shit… What would have happened if we’d both used our Lures on each other before sex?

I get wet at the thought of it, so I tell myself to remain focused.

Suddenly, his entire body contracts and lets out a long, sustained moan as he releases himself all over me.

This is it.

I drop my chest against his and kiss him hard.

This time, he doesn’t hold back.

The strength of his inhale is enough to make me think he might suck out my lungs. A loud, high-pitched sound hums between us as a colorful mist licks his chin and slips into his mouth.

His muscular hands grab me by the back of the head as his cheeks sink in, making it impossible for me to pull away.

Fuck. Is this it? Is he going to suck me dry?

The black lines across his face disappear as he continues to inhale my life force, and right when I’m about to start yelling in my head for someone to come save me, he pushes me off and sucks in a deep breath as if emerging from the ocean.

His eyes open wide, looking burnt orange under the evening sky.

“Holy shit,” he says.

I wipe my lips, not quite understanding how he managed to stop, yet I almost killed him.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Are you okay?” I ask, climbing off and reaching for my clothes.

He doesn’t answer, and it almost looks like he’s holding back vomit. Was stopping difficult for him?

I fasten my bra and slip my shirt back on. “Why did you do that?”

I don’t have to elaborate on my question for him to know what I’m talking about—he knows. Allowing me to feed off him was a huge risk. I don’t mean to come across as rude or even ungrateful for what he did, but it was foolish and impulsive. Had I not been able to stop myself, his blood would have been on my hands. And for that, I resent him. I almost killed the guy, and I could have died trying to undo the damage I caused.

“You needed it,” he says plainly.

I scoff. “I could have done without it.” Wiping my face with both hands, I say, “You could have gotten yourself killed.”

A sly smile decorates his face. “I knew what I was getting into when I found you.”

“Found?” I say. “Found insinuates I was lost in the first place, and you don’t know a thing about me.”

He averts his gaze.

Goddamn it. Is he a stalker? Does he want something from me, too? Cassidy the witch wasn’t shy about expressing why she’d sought me out, so why should Ace’s intentions be any different?

What does this asshole want from me?

 “Don’t do that,” he says.

“Don’t do what?” I snap.

“Don’t create an entire scenario in your head and assume you know what I’m doing here.”

For the first time in a long time, I’m at a loss for words. It’s like the guy can read my mind.

“You saved my life,” he says.

I project rage through my stare. “Only because I almost killed you.”

He stays quiet, and instead, climbs off the bed and slips back into his pants. “Your father asked me to keep an eye on you.”

I clench my fists. “My father? How would you know anything about my father?”