Succubi Are Forever by Jill Myles Page B

with my feeding.”
    Sophie was at the airport, chartering a private jet for us. I made a face, just thinking about the henna-covered assassin. I didn’t like her. I certainly didn’t like her smug attitude, or the fact that she seemed to know quite a bit about my vampire lover.
    As if reading my thoughts, Zane pulled a black sweater off a rack and put it in the cart. At my raised eyebrow, he commented, “It’s for Sophie. In case she needs to cover up. I can’t imagine that leather is warm and her tattoos catch the eye a bit too much.”
    Fuck Sophie. I stared down at that black sweater and ground my teeth. What was the deal with him and her? It was making me anxious. “What’s going on that you can’t tell me about?”
    He shook his head. “Later.”
    I didn’t want later. Sophie would be back later, and that was precisely why I wanted to talk about it
now
. I shoved my cart past him and stalked toward the dressing room.
    Zane trailed behind me, his leather duster swishing as he walked. “Are you really going to try those on?”
    I parked the cart at the dressing room and pulled the red bra out of the cart, then glanced over my shoulder at him.
    He rubbed his lip, grinning, and I saw the barest hint of fang. As I sauntered into the dressing rooms, I headed for the back. Someone was in the front stall, and I could hear a lot of shifting and clothing rustling. I picked a dressing room and slid in, shutting the door behind me, and waited, counting the seconds.
    Seven passed before there was a soft knock at the door. “Come on in,” I said softly, and opened it for him.
    His eyes were blazing red as he entered the small room, his gaze on me. “Going to model for me, Princess?”
    I tugged at the knot at the back of my neck. The dress top fell to my waist, my long curls bouncing over my now-bare shoulders. “Maybe.”
    He sat down on the bench in the dressing room across from the mirror, his long legs sprawling out. “Keep going, then.”
    I grinned and gave a little shimmy, the dress pooling at my ankles and letting my breasts bounce free. At his rapt gaze, I took a step forward, brushing the tips against his mouth, his fangs prominent. He gave a low groan in his throat and laid a hand at the small of my back, tugging me against him until I had to brace my hands on his shoulders for support. My breasts were now crushed against his face, and as he glanced up at me, his teeth elongated.
    “No drinking,” I whispered, feeling the pulse of desire flooding through my body. “Not until the plane.”
    He raked his fangs over the swell of one breast, not breaking the skin, just a reminder. His red-eyed gaze remained hot on me, and I felt my sex grow wetter with need.
    God I loved this man. My fingers twined in his hair and I leaned forward to kiss him, sucking at his upper lip. My legs slid over his until I was straddling him, feeling the hard length of his cock against my thighs.
    And then I rolled my hips atop him.
    He groaned, tilting his head back against the wall.
    A fist banged on the wall behind us. “Get a room, you two.”
    I stiffened in surprise. “Remy?”
    A pause of silence, and then I heard a male groan in her room. Was that Ethan? I stifled the laugh in my throat. Looks like she and I had the same idea.
    I glanced back down at Zane, my lips quirking. I swerved my torso slightly, letting my nipples brush past his face. “I’m not sure I can do this with Remy ten feet away and listening,” I whispered.
    “I can,” he said, his tongue snaking out to lick one nipple.
    My breath caught in my throat at the pulse of pleasure it sent through my body. I forced myself to pay attention to the reason why I was here. “Sophie?” I asked quietly again.
    He shook his head. “Not here. Remy and Ethan—”
    Another louder groan punctuated the air. I brushed my fingertips over Zane’s jaw. “Sounds like they’re busy. Just tell me.”
    He gave me an agonized look. His hands went to my waist and he pulled