what felt like a boa constrictor crushing my brain. Suzie stared up at me from beneath the stripper with an expression that was a cross between concern and wondering if I were a strung-out junkie. From the uncontrollable trembling in my extremities I no doubt looked the part.
As for the stripper, he no longer looked anything at all like the Prague rapist.
Jesus! The hallucination had been so vivid!
A tanned, athletic blond straight off the pages of one of those glossy catalogues that pushed the sexual youth exploitation envelope approached me and leaned in close to ask, “You suffer from seizures?” He placed a steadying hand on my shoulder. I was so rattled by the phantasm that I was having trouble making sense of his words. “The strobes. They can trigger seizures in people. I’ve seen it happen.”
Refocusing on Suzie and the stripper, I saw that they were once more lost to his pornographic gyrations and the whooping cheers of the women seated around them.
I blinked at the hunky blond a few times and nodded. “I’m good.” A boldface lie, but one which I hoped would end his questioning me.
He gave me a pat on the back before moving off once more into the energized crowd. On his next pass, we locked eyes and a familiar energy sparked to life inside me.
For the love of God, what was my problem? From all out terror in one moment to an overwhelming desire for hot, naked flesh in the next. Being an incubus certainly came with an unpredictable set of emotions.
This latest one gripped me with such force that I reeled from a need to satisfy it. The paralyzing fear and confusion from before were gone, and I fixed on the stripper now the way a bird of prey zeroed in on its target. I took in the expanse of his impressive bare chest and lean,rippled stomach, in the way that his silver breakaway basketball pants flowed teasingly over muscular legs and other, more tantalizing, parts.
The handsome young man approached me again and leaned down to press warm lips against my ear. The contact sent an electric thrill through me.
With a nod in Suzie’s direction, he said, “For a hundred bucks, you can watch.”
The clean, male scent of his warm skin pushed me over the edge. I tilted my head back to meet his expectant gaze. “How much if we both get to party?”
The stripper pulled back and scowled. “Sorry, man, not my scene.”
The hell it isn’t . Instinct told me his macho bluster was an act. The guy might be young, but he was also shrewd…and hungry. All I had to do was sweeten the pot.
The thought of bringing this male stripper into the fun I had planned for Suzie and I later that night sent another hot, electric jolt through me. He smelled so damn good, like something raw and delicious to eat. I could even hear the blood pumping through the chambers of his heart, feel it pulsating through his veins.
The tangy scent of all that delicious blood flowing just beneath the surface of his skin made me want to reach up and sink my teeth into his neck and let all that warm, delicious spice flood my mouth. Do it now. Take him!
That voice. The cruel ring of it. The monster was still here with me, inside me, and he wanted me to hurt this young man.
Cold, metallic laughter echoed through my head.
“Get away from me!”
The stripper jerked back and stood up “What the fuck’s wrong with you, dude?”
“Austin?” Suzie was on her feet now as well. “Babe, what’s goin’ on with you?”
“I’m sorry, Miss,” the first of two bouncers who’d arrived announced, “but your friend here needs to leave the premises. Right now.”
I clambered to my feet and the bouncers nearly pounced. I held up a hand in a gesture of compliance. “It’s fine. I’ll go.”
Suzie made to follow, but I didn’t want her anywhere near me. With what I’d almost done to the stripper, who knew what might happen if she and I were alone together.
Outside the strip club, I tumbled into the rear seat of an idling taxi, “The
As for the stripper, he no longer looked anything at all like the Prague rapist.
Jesus! The hallucination had been so vivid!
A tanned, athletic blond straight off the pages of one of those glossy catalogues that pushed the sexual youth exploitation envelope approached me and leaned in close to ask, “You suffer from seizures?” He placed a steadying hand on my shoulder. I was so rattled by the phantasm that I was having trouble making sense of his words. “The strobes. They can trigger seizures in people. I’ve seen it happen.”
Refocusing on Suzie and the stripper, I saw that they were once more lost to his pornographic gyrations and the whooping cheers of the women seated around them.
I blinked at the hunky blond a few times and nodded. “I’m good.” A boldface lie, but one which I hoped would end his questioning me.
He gave me a pat on the back before moving off once more into the energized crowd. On his next pass, we locked eyes and a familiar energy sparked to life inside me.
For the love of God, what was my problem? From all out terror in one moment to an overwhelming desire for hot, naked flesh in the next. Being an incubus certainly came with an unpredictable set of emotions.
This latest one gripped me with such force that I reeled from a need to satisfy it. The paralyzing fear and confusion from before were gone, and I fixed on the stripper now the way a bird of prey zeroed in on its target. I took in the expanse of his impressive bare chest and lean,rippled stomach, in the way that his silver breakaway basketball pants flowed teasingly over muscular legs and other, more tantalizing, parts.
The handsome young man approached me again and leaned down to press warm lips against my ear. The contact sent an electric thrill through me.
With a nod in Suzie’s direction, he said, “For a hundred bucks, you can watch.”
The clean, male scent of his warm skin pushed me over the edge. I tilted my head back to meet his expectant gaze. “How much if we both get to party?”
The stripper pulled back and scowled. “Sorry, man, not my scene.”
The hell it isn’t . Instinct told me his macho bluster was an act. The guy might be young, but he was also shrewd…and hungry. All I had to do was sweeten the pot.
The thought of bringing this male stripper into the fun I had planned for Suzie and I later that night sent another hot, electric jolt through me. He smelled so damn good, like something raw and delicious to eat. I could even hear the blood pumping through the chambers of his heart, feel it pulsating through his veins.
The tangy scent of all that delicious blood flowing just beneath the surface of his skin made me want to reach up and sink my teeth into his neck and let all that warm, delicious spice flood my mouth. Do it now. Take him!
That voice. The cruel ring of it. The monster was still here with me, inside me, and he wanted me to hurt this young man.
Cold, metallic laughter echoed through my head.
“Get away from me!”
The stripper jerked back and stood up “What the fuck’s wrong with you, dude?”
“Austin?” Suzie was on her feet now as well. “Babe, what’s goin’ on with you?”
“I’m sorry, Miss,” the first of two bouncers who’d arrived announced, “but your friend here needs to leave the premises. Right now.”
I clambered to my feet and the bouncers nearly pounced. I held up a hand in a gesture of compliance. “It’s fine. I’ll go.”
Suzie made to follow, but I didn’t want her anywhere near me. With what I’d almost done to the stripper, who knew what might happen if she and I were alone together.
Outside the strip club, I tumbled into the rear seat of an idling taxi, “The
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