One of his hands went to her breast, and he stopped himself, ready to strip her and fuck her in the middle of the club. She withdrew and took his hand with a grin.
"Come with me!" she exclaimed in the husky voice that drove his desire up a notch.
No part of him was going to resist, especially not with a woman who contained so much sex energy. He'd feed off her for days then turn her over to the Cambions. No one would miss a Hunter, and especially not this one, whose name was muttered with grudging respect among the Cambions she routinely slaughtered. That he, one of the weakest Incubuses in their society, was going to be the one to capture her made him overlook the route they went.
The door she led him through didn't go anywhere he was expecting. It opened to an empty, cement garage that smelled of oil and metal. There was nowhere for them to lay down, aside from the dirty cement. Before he was able to question her odd venue for sex, he felt the hand she thrust down his pants. Sex energy swam through his senses. Nothing but achieving his release mattered.
Julius didn't hesitate. He pressed her against the wall and freed her breasts while she stroked his penis in a way that drove him mad.
"How do you want me to please you?" she whispered.
"On your knees, with your mouth," he ordered gruffly and pushed her to her knees. She looked up at him with a smile that didn't reach her blank eyes.
Julius tore the zipper of his slacks in his hurry to get rid of his pants and closed his eyes. She flicked the bulging head of his dick with her tongue, and he groaned.
Succumbing to the influence of her sex magic, he didn't see his death coming. Pewter knives appeared in the hands of the Hunter. She stood, the blades arcing to claim his life. It only took one coordinated strike of the two knives to slice through the throat of the Incubus.
Within seconds, Julius lay dead on the floor of the garage, his blood mixing with the oil on the floor.
The assassin mechanically straightened her clothing. She cleaned her knives as she walked away from the slain Incubus and exited onto the dark street. She examined the surroundings expertly, as she scoured the busy intersection nearby. A form emerged from an alley across the street, signaling her.
She crossed the road at a trot and ducked into the alley, where two people waited for her. Instincts made her draw a knife at the sight of the man with one brown eye and one blue one. He was a Cambion her natural enemy.
The second person was a beautiful woman with dark hair, held up a manicured hand. Tall and willowy, she was dressed in tight leggings, a sweater and high heels that pushed her height close to six and a half feet.
"No, Zoey." The full-blood Succubus spoke in a low voice with an elegant British accent that drew the undivided attention of the man. "This is one Cambion you can't kill."
The assassin's grip on her knives eased.
"Yet," the Succubus added with a sultry smile. The demure flutter of her long eyelashes would have tricked any other man, but the one in the alley with her knew what she was capable of.
"You're certain the Halfling is unaware of us?" he asked.
"She's completely oblivious," the Succubus assured him. "We were able to modify the initial batch of sex energy you gave us. We're still working on perfecting the formula, but in the stage Zoey is in now, she won't remember anything in the morning."
"Incredible. As of tonight, I consider us allies, Olivia," the man replied. "How can this little half-breed be your best fighter?" Fascinated, he motioned to the assassin, who stood silently, awaiting orders.
"She killed a full-blooded Incubus, didn't she?"
He circled the Halfling Hunter. Shapely, but small, she appeared innocent and unassuming, aside from the sex energy she radiated. It compelled him closer and made his blood race. She looked nothing like the other Hunters, who resembled the gorgeous, tall Succubus beside him.
"Your Hunters keep getting stronger," he said. "A few of them have bounties on their heads."
"I'd like to think Hunters like Zoey have the right genetic tweaks," Olivia said. "She can track and feed off the sex energy of Cambions, Incubuses and Succubae. Instead of storing it, as your kind does, she uses it as a weapon."
"Intriguing."
"Unfortunately, Hunters are difficult to stabilize. The life expectancy for a Hunter is barely above twenty," the Succubus continued.
"If I don't kill them," he added.
"Paul, even you can't keep up with Zoey." The haughty note in her voice made him frown.
"Maybe not, but you need my help to make them more effective," he pointed out. "I'm aware of your massive recruitment efforts, just like I know you're losing more than you're recruiting. You don't stand a chance against the Incubatti Enforcers, without greater numbers."
"We chose to weaponize them, but it came with an unexpected price," the Succubus admitted. "The girls short out much younger than before and we permanently remove them from the line of duty."
Paul crossed his arms, his gaze lingering on the silent assassin. The Halfling was like a zombie; still, silent, staring. Whatever Olivia's scientists did to the sex energy, it seemed to work. Stuck in close proximity between a Succubus trying to manipulate him and a Hunter with no control over the magic flowing off her, he was finding it very hard to think straight.
"Now that you see what we can do when we combine my Hunters and the sex energy your kind steals, I think it's time to pay up," She gracefully held out a hand with maroon nails, whose hue resembled that of blood in the dim light of the alley.
The Cambion paused in his visual inspection of the assassin. Creating super-human Hunters was a good idea. In theory. He knew better than to trust the woman before him. He came armed with only three vials of the stuff she wanted, knowing she was able to overpower him in the way of a Succubus.
"We do have a deal," he said thoughtfully. "I want to add to it." As he spoke, he withdrew the vials of concentrated sex energy and placed them in her outstretched palm. "I want to take her home with me."
The Succubus considered him for a full minute.
"When this is over, you can have her," she said at last. "Not tonight. I can't have anything going wrong."
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're having cold feet." Did he sense unease in the Succubus?
"Why settle for a Halfling when you can have a full-blooded Succubus?" she purred. A flare of sex energy filled the air around him.
Bred to collect the energy, the Cambion's eyes lit up. He moved towards her, unable to control his response to the magic consuming his senses. The Succubus laughed softly and motioned him closer.
"Zoey," she said to the assassin. "Go home."
The assassin turned away and strode onto the street once more. Unaffected by the cold drizzle, she walked the five miles back home alone.
Chapter Three: Zoey Troubled.
"Zoey! Where were you last night?"
Zoey closed her locker enough to see the approach of her best friend, Vikki. Vikki's arms and upper body were covered in colorful tattoos, one for every ten Cambions she killed over the past four years. A particularly brutal sparring match left Zoey's headache worse than when she woke this morning. She had no patience for anything Sucubatti-related.
"I don't know what happened last night," Zoey said. Not for the first time today, she puzzled over the missing memory. "I woke up this morning on the Professor's porch swing. He told me I drank too much again, and I just went with it. Thank god he called Eric."
"Eric?" the young woman with Vikki asked. "You're not ... you know. Dating an Incubus, are you?" Her eyes widened. Zoey thought she heard earlier that the new girl's name was Lydia.
"Worse. Zoey's dating a human." Vikki grinned.
"Damn right I am," Zoey said firmly. "You got any aspirin, V?"
"Always." Vikki reached into the locker beside Zoey's and retrieved a bottle of painkillers, tossing it to her. "We went to a party last night after our secret mission that ended up not so secret. You were supposed to show. What the hell happened?"
"I dunno," Zoey muttered. "I woke up with a horrible headache and blood on my lucky knife."
Vikki eyed her. "You went out without me."
"Not on purpose. I can't remember shit."
"This is what you have to look forward to," Vikki said to Lydia. "A teammate who runs out on you to kill Cambions on her own."
"I didn't run out on the team." Zoey sighed. "My head hurts and I'm running late." She placed her workout gear into her locker and closed it. "Besides, she won't be on our team long anyway."
"Why not?" Lydia asked.
Zoey and Vikki exchanged a knowing look.
"Our team is for the Hunters no one wants to deal with," Vikki replied. "Disciplinary nightmares. They can't get rid of us, though, because we have the highest kill rates. And you're blonde. None of us are."
Lydia glanced past them to the rest of the girls. Zoey followed her gaze. The rest of the locker room looked like it was overrun by cheerleading squads or wannabe models: the normal girls who transferred into the elite Cambion-killing corps known as Hunters were chosen for their looks and were almost all blonde. Zoey was one of a small handful of brunettes and Vikki the only redhead. The third member of their team, Ginny, was half African American with dark hair and the fourth, Tiff, half-Korean with blue-black hair.
If Lydia stayed on Team R, she'd be the first and only blonde.
Zoey tugged a strand of hair free from her ponytail and curled it around her finger to make sure she'd put in enough hair product to make it stay. The curl remained, and she tucked it behind her ear.
"I don't want to be a misfit, and I'm definitely not a disciplinary problem. Why did they put me on Team R?" Lydia's voice showed how overwhelmed she was.
"Geez, thanks," Zoey said dryly. "Like we have the plague."
"We do," Vikki said. "But we're happy that way, and everyone knows we're the best. You've reached the pinnacle, Lydia. Olivia is the only one who can appoint people to our team, and no one is allowed to transfer us or punish us the way they probably want to."
"That's what I heard," Lydia said. "Team R has the highest kill rates and most successful missions. I heard the waiting list was over two hundred Hunters long."
"So why did they put you on our team?" Zoey asked. "Didn't you just transfer in from school?"
"Yeah." Lydia shrugged. "Heidi said I placed the highest on the agility and strength exams since you, Zoey."
"I hated those tests," Zoey murmured, recalling the week-long trial that every Hunter went through. The better the Hunter, the farther down the alphabet they were assigned, in terms of teams. Team R was the most elite and smallest of them all. Teams A through Q consisted of at least ten Halflings each. There was no other team assigned a letter of the alphabet beyond R. Every Hunter was tested and placed upon entering the Hunter corps under the control of the full-blooded Succubae that acted as Internal Affairs officers.
"It can't be that hard," Vikki teased. "Zoey is like, two feet tall, so maybe she's the odd one out, not you, Lydia."
Even Lydia was close to six feet, like almost all half-Succubae were. Vikki's flame-hued hair and Lydia's flawless features reminded Zoey how different she really was. At just under five and half feet, Zoey was the smallest girl in the program and had been for three years. Her solace: she out-killed everyone but Vikki, her sole competition.
Zoey recalled when she'd first transferred from the Sucubatti's version of high school into IAB, the security branch of their society, three years before. She'd been relieved to have an outlet for her restlessness rather than worried about fitting in. The alternatives that she went into the diplomatic, business or public service corps had been like an axe over her head, prior to her transfer here. She wasn't cut out to deal with people and loved the life of defending innocent humans, clubbing, and killing bad guys.
"Anyway, just accept that you did something to get put on our team and move on. Don't be like Zoey. She's been in denial for years," Vikki teased.
"Not denial," Zoey retorted. "I want to be as normal as possible. I live in an apartment off this godforsaken compound for that reason. I have a boyfriend. I have a car and plants. This is a day job. Or, I guess a night job. That's it."
"Speaking of night job. You up for the club tonight?" Vikki asked. "I got a lead on a few Cambions."
"Cambion," Lydia repeated. "Incubus father, human mother. Unlike us, who are genetically made in a laboratory. They're the ones we're supposed to kill, because they kill humans to collect sex energy, right?"
"Good girl," Vikki patted her on the head.
"Yeah, I'm there," Zoey said. "It's been like, a week since I've been out drinking. I'm going crazy. I have to stay ahead of your record."
"No way in hell! You have to beat my record first!"
"It's on, sistah!" Zoey grinned.
"Wow. Maybe I can-" Lydia started.
"Kay. Bye guys." Zoey slung on her backpack and walked away. She didn't want to be friends with the new girl or to spend more time on the damn compound than she had to. Pretending to be normal was hard work, and she wasn't going to waste time here, especially if she was going out on a mission this evening.
She emerged from the locker room and crossed through the upscale gym, where a couple dozen girls still worked out or sparred with the weapons of their trade: pewter knives, short swords, and throwing knives. Stepping into the spring afternoon, she was irritated to see it was raining again. They'd had nothing but thunderstorms for a week solid. The sidewalk was flooded, which meant her feet would be soaked and half-frozen by the time she walked the mile to her apartment.
Zoey exited the campus through the wrought iron gates surrounding the pristinely kept lawns and modern buildings. The campus grew too fast the past few years, and the Halflings' dorms were moved to the external side of the campus wall.
Dwelling on the missing night, Zoey felt worse for abandoning her friend last night, especially after standing up Eric, too. If that's what happened. She really didn't know. It wasn't the first time she was missing an entire night.
The cold rain felt good against her heated skin at first. The sex magic trapped in her body left her feeling more fevered than usual. It took half a mile for the cold rain to sink into her skin and for her to start shivering. She plodded past the apartment buildings belonging to the humans she desperately wanted to be like and up the stairs to the place she shared with her boyfriend. Her phone rang as she opened the door. She reached for it and slung her backpack down before checking the ID.
"Hey Professor," she grunted. "What's up?"
"What's up. What every polished young lady should be saying," the male voice chided.
Zoey smiled. The Professor was the most ancient Incubus alive, but his voice carried the warmth of youth and the huskiness of a full-blooded Incubus. It slid across her skin like silk and tickled the sensitive area at the back of her neck.
One of five Incubuses that broke away from the Incubatti during the War that severed the Succubus and Incubus societies, the Professor was revered for the histories and records he kept. The Sucubatti rewarded the rebel Incubuses by giving them a special place in their society as scholars and the title of Benefactors, who helped rear young, full-blooded Succubae and the half-breeds, the girls who were half-human, half-Succubae, known simply as Halflings. In exchange for the Sucubatti sheltering men viewed by Incubatti as traitors, the Benefactors agreed never to collect sex energy again.
"My dear, do you have time to visit little ole me?" he asked.
"Always." Zoey said with a sigh. The Professor was too gentle to order her to do anything. Every Hunter was assigned a guardian, a full blood Succubus capable of helping them balance the sex energy. The Benefactors were also assigned Halflings, and he was her guardian. She never told him no. "Eric has the car. Let me change clothes, and I'll run over."
"Eric. The human boyfriend?"
"You know very well who Eric is."
"The human you abandoned me for a year ago. Interesting you made it this long."
"He might be proposing soon," she said, irritated at his bemusement. The Professor had stopped openly mocking her for wanting to distance the rest of her life from her professional one, but he still got his digs in when he could.
"Proposing what?" he asked politely.
"Marriage."
"Aaahhhh. I believe I should congratulate you." There was disbelief in his voice.
Zoey hung up on him. She stripped on her way to the bedroom and tossed the wet clothing. She'd be soaked by the time she got to the Professor's Victorian-style house on the outside of campus. She dressed in leggings and a long-sleeve t-shirt then packed a change of clothes and slung them on her back. Pulling on a hat and running shoes, she paused by the front door to gaze at the collage of pictures on one wall.