Chapter One
Sasha placed her hands on the man’s chest. He grinned up at her.
“You are so sexy, baby,” he mumbled.
At this point, Sasha didn’t care what he said. The only reason the man—sad she couldn’t even remember his name at this point—was looking at her like she was his, was because of the aching need inside of her, driving her insane.
He palmed her breasts as she ground her slick pussy against his cock. The minute she hoisted herself up and planted her core on his hard-on the man was dead.
He attempted again to kiss her. Expertly, Sasha moved out of reach by turning her attention to his nipples. He didn’t complain as she skillfully kissed and nipped his buds. That thrumming need, that insatiable hunger she could no longer contain drove her to impale her cunt on his cock. Primitive need took over as she slowly sank her pussy all the way down his shaft.
The man’s breath reeked of rum and mints, a reminder she’d picked him up from a bar where the festivities of Christmas had been well underway.
“Holy fuck. You’re a virgin,” he said, while his pudgy fingers dug into her flesh.
Sasha couldn’t very well deny her body was virgin-like, but it was so far from the truth and off the mark that she didn’t even acknowledge his words. Plus, it wasn’t like she hadn’t heard it all before.
Four decades and the succubus curse still rode her hard. Sasha had to have sex. She’d pushed the limits of the curse before and knew the longest her body could go without her going insane was thirty days. When she had sex, the act triggered her need to feed off a man’s soul, but if she didn’t do that she would turn to ashes. All because she had dared to incur the wrath of a Sea Witch. If she knew dating the Sea Witch’s son, one hunky Titan, would curse her, Sasha would never have agreed to the date. And to ensure she never would get the chance to date her son again, the Sea Witch tossed Sasha out of the oceans by turning her into a human.
At first Sasha had been angry with being cursed and turned into a human, but she had come to realize that if she had any hope of breaking the curse, she had to adapt. She had been thrust to the human realm and coping with the demands of her new circumstances didn’t give her a lot of time for self-pity. It was more like self-preservation, and Sasha was a fighter and not about to let the Sea Witch win. Armed only with the expensive jewels draped around her neck and arms, she quickly assimilated into human life. The jewelry secured her financially and she thanked the gods she liked to always wear her best. While Sasha had adjusted to land, she certainly never felt like it was home.
The man tried again to yank her head down for a kiss. Sasha arched her back to stay clear of his meaty mouth.
“You are incredible, baby. Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”
Because I’m not. Instead of answering, Sasha let the heat of the curse spiral through her. She then leaned toward the man’s mouth. The minute he captured her lips she gave into the ache within her that said, take what he so carelessly offers. She fought for compassion as she sucked the soul out of the man, but couldn’t find any. Honestly, when he found out she was for hire he didn’t hesitate to pull her out the door of the bar. His hand on her arm triggered her Siren gift and she saw exactly the type of man he truly was. The last woman he’d been with had ended up with stitches to her face because he liked it rough. Taking his soul, Sasha considered this his due.
By the time the kiss was over, his skin had paled to the color of ash. Oblivious to his plight he gripped her hips hard and pounded into her, clearly loving her tight cunt. Technically her body thought of this as her first time, because Sasha knew the Sea Witch had a sick sense of humor. Try over a thousand times. The act of sex had become routine and even the act of taking a man’s soul seemed almost mundane and that scared Sasha.
Sasha placed her hands on the man’s chest. He grinned up at her.
“You are so sexy, baby,” he mumbled.
At this point, Sasha didn’t care what he said. The only reason the man—sad she couldn’t even remember his name at this point—was looking at her like she was his, was because of the aching need inside of her, driving her insane.
He palmed her breasts as she ground her slick pussy against his cock. The minute she hoisted herself up and planted her core on his hard-on the man was dead.
He attempted again to kiss her. Expertly, Sasha moved out of reach by turning her attention to his nipples. He didn’t complain as she skillfully kissed and nipped his buds. That thrumming need, that insatiable hunger she could no longer contain drove her to impale her cunt on his cock. Primitive need took over as she slowly sank her pussy all the way down his shaft.
The man’s breath reeked of rum and mints, a reminder she’d picked him up from a bar where the festivities of Christmas had been well underway.
“Holy fuck. You’re a virgin,” he said, while his pudgy fingers dug into her flesh.
Sasha couldn’t very well deny her body was virgin-like, but it was so far from the truth and off the mark that she didn’t even acknowledge his words. Plus, it wasn’t like she hadn’t heard it all before.
Four decades and the succubus curse still rode her hard. Sasha had to have sex. She’d pushed the limits of the curse before and knew the longest her body could go without her going insane was thirty days. When she had sex, the act triggered her need to feed off a man’s soul, but if she didn’t do that she would turn to ashes. All because she had dared to incur the wrath of a Sea Witch. If she knew dating the Sea Witch’s son, one hunky Titan, would curse her, Sasha would never have agreed to the date. And to ensure she never would get the chance to date her son again, the Sea Witch tossed Sasha out of the oceans by turning her into a human.
At first Sasha had been angry with being cursed and turned into a human, but she had come to realize that if she had any hope of breaking the curse, she had to adapt. She had been thrust to the human realm and coping with the demands of her new circumstances didn’t give her a lot of time for self-pity. It was more like self-preservation, and Sasha was a fighter and not about to let the Sea Witch win. Armed only with the expensive jewels draped around her neck and arms, she quickly assimilated into human life. The jewelry secured her financially and she thanked the gods she liked to always wear her best. While Sasha had adjusted to land, she certainly never felt like it was home.
The man tried again to yank her head down for a kiss. Sasha arched her back to stay clear of his meaty mouth.
“You are incredible, baby. Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”
Because I’m not. Instead of answering, Sasha let the heat of the curse spiral through her. She then leaned toward the man’s mouth. The minute he captured her lips she gave into the ache within her that said, take what he so carelessly offers. She fought for compassion as she sucked the soul out of the man, but couldn’t find any. Honestly, when he found out she was for hire he didn’t hesitate to pull her out the door of the bar. His hand on her arm triggered her Siren gift and she saw exactly the type of man he truly was. The last woman he’d been with had ended up with stitches to her face because he liked it rough. Taking his soul, Sasha considered this his due.
By the time the kiss was over, his skin had paled to the color of ash. Oblivious to his plight he gripped her hips hard and pounded into her, clearly loving her tight cunt. Technically her body thought of this as her first time, because Sasha knew the Sea Witch had a sick sense of humor. Try over a thousand times. The act of sex had become routine and even the act of taking a man’s soul seemed almost mundane and that scared Sasha.
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