The Firebrand's Succubus by T.M. Smith

Author:T.M. Smith
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, paranormal, short story, succubus, alpha male, pnr
Publisher: Evernight

Chapter Six

Darius waited all day at the ministry for Zora. Pacing and reading magazines were not his strong suit. Djinn, and Darius in particular, were built for war. Patience wasn’t in the playbook.

While to-and-fro-ing it, he learned a lot about Zora. She was smart. Her boss leaned on her. Though sassy, she was great with people. And she was a computer whiz. With a good head for business, she was much more than a seductive package in a short leather skirt.

Zora answered the phone, made appointments, appeased harried employees, juggled Alarik’s biz, composed letters and entered data on her computer, filed shit, and solved problems. Often, she did more than one task at a time. She even ordered lunch for him and herself to be eaten at her desk. The entire time, her hair and makeup remained flawlessly in place. Darius was in the presence of greatness.

Finally, the succubus cleared her desk, slammed a few filing cabinets closed, slipped on a lightweight jacket, and grabbed her purse. He escorted her home after they stopped off for a quick, late dinner. Now began the tricky part of the job. He was alone with Zora in her townhouse until they left for the midnight meeting with her stalker.

Comfortable with his boots off, Darius leaned into the sofa cushions, closing his eyes for a power nap. When he heard movement, he glanced up. Standing in the doorway was Zora. The only thing she was wearing was a smile. And despite its dazzling beauty, his gaze was elsewhere.

“I can’t decide what to wear. Could you help me?”

“Fuck me,” he mumbled, rubbing his jaw.

“Did you say, ‘fuck me?’ Cause if you did, I’m game.”

Darius’s control snapped. She’d taunted him until his restraint was frayed, coming apart. He unfolded from the couch and ambled toward Zora, his pace calmer than his mind, which was spiraling out of control. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her close. Since Darius didn’t know tender, his mouth came down hard, crushing against Zora’s. He was rough but passionate. He was demanding, claiming her lips, her body, her will. He lost himself in the kiss while she clung to him, accepting him, encouraging him.

Darius stepped back, releasing Zora. “This is what you want?”

“No. I always get naked and throw myself at a male. Yes. This is what I want, dumbass. I thought Firebrands were smarter. Kiss me,” she demanded.

“Hold on.” When Darius shrugged his tee overhead, Zora stroked his chest and oohed. Unzipping his pants and sliding them down his legs, he stepped out of them. He tossed them on the floor.

Zora tapped her manicured finger on her chin. “You’re as big as I remember. Nice.”

“Nice?” he asked, his voice raspy. “That’s it?”

“I’m more interested in what you plan to do with it.”

Gripping her shoulders again, he walked her to her bed and flipped her onto it. Eyes hooded, Darius said, “I’m planning to use it to make you scream, but first you’ll get that kiss.”

He lowered himself slowly, crushing her into the mattress, his rock-hard dick pressed against her thigh.

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