Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Hopefully, Sara never finds out.”
“She won’t.” The guy laughed. “You’re too smooth. Plus, she believes every lie you give her.”
“I may make Sara my wife.”
“You might as well. She’ll never leave you no matter what you do.”
They continued forward, not noticing the hole in the wall or the dust hovering in the air.
Fatou almost had me. . .
I’d almost risked the fairy’s venomous bite and put my tongue between those lush, pouty lips.
Fatou. Now, that damn name will haunt me all night.
It had been several decades since I’d experienced a rush like this. I felt like laughing, singing, and crying all at once.
Touching her flesh had been an adrenaline rush like diving off a cliff several hundred feet in the air and not knowing if I would survive.
I dug into my pocket, pulled out her satin garter belt, brought it to my nose, and sniffed her sweet honey fragrance.
Yes. Such a special weapon indeed.
I drowned in her scent, unable to come up for air, falling steadily into a hypnotic daze.
Struggling to breathe, I battled with the urge that sparked within me.
Groaning, I clenched my teeth.
Now what do I do?
I could feed some more. I’d expended energy with the fast spiriting and cloaking, but I was still pretty full.
What else is there to do tonight?
Still cloaked from human eyes, I went back to the corner and scanned the place. A new emptiness expanded inside of me as my eyes rummaged through the available women. All shapes and sizes with unique histories and sexual wants, but none of them promised anything more than an interesting few seconds of a meal. They would be only tidbits. Mere crumbs.
Uncloaking myself, I observed a woman wobble out of the restroom with tears running down her face. She wiped her face with her arms, smearing tan and pink makeup onto her ivory silk sleeve. Her midnight-colored hair spread over her shoulders in disarray. She glanced up at me weakly, studying my body’s outline, probably wondering if I’d be her hero tonight and save her from the desperation that lurked in the shadows around her.
This scenario had happened for me many times before. I knew the ending well. When it was all done, she’d be more heartbroken.
I was no hero, just the guy to make her moan.
“Go home,” I commanded.
She stumbled away, her perfume drifting past me. It was something expensive, crushed flowers or herbs maybe. But what it wasn’t, was a scent powerful enough to make me forget Fatou’s honey fragrance.
I sighed, checking out more women.
None of them will do.
I closed my eyes and Fatou’s warm bare breasts flashed through my mind, brown nipples floating on chocolate pillows and hardening at my touch.
I went back to leaning against the wall.
All hells! She’s in my head!
I slammed the back of my hand against the wall. A tiny pain came. I barely felt it. A crack formed on the wall and expanded up to the ceiling. A demanding desire coursed through me.
How could one moment change it all?
In all of my 150 years, I’d never been so alive.
Fuck it.
I mentally called my jacket. Leather materialized and formed around my skin.
A short, chubby guy in a velvet shirt stepped out of the bathroom and froze when he witnessed the leather move around my biceps. Screaming, he ran back in. No doubt wondering if what he saw was real or not.
My mind rushed back to Fatou. Excitement pulsed through my veins.
I’ll learn more about Adae’s new weapon.
It would be smart to know the enemy’s attacks and defenses. Never did I want to be captured by him again and returned to his dungeons.
And. . .I can just taste her a little too.
I nodded my head as the leather finished shaping into a trench coat that stopped at my knees.
Just one taste.
I blurred to the front door, so fast no human eyes could comprehend my image.
My nose tracked her scent as I snatched the door open.
Wind rushed past me.
The noise of the club was silenced once the door slammed behind me.
A rusty car drove by, emitting smoke into the night sky. I stepped back as the male driver honked and sped away. Bad pop music trailed behind. I’d forgotten the singer’s name, but she was horrific. Not that it mattered. All popular entertainers’ names merged into nothing after so many years.
Where are you, Fatou?
I remained in the shadows, searched the parking lot, and spotted her at the far end.
There you go.
She jumped in a white car and slammed the door.
An electric charge of adrenaline jolted me.
In a single burst of energy, I cloaked myself within the darkness and leaped into the air, rising high with ease.
Long ago, I had huge wings that always got in the way. I could never wear a proper jacket. Most of the time, I hid during the day and hunted drunken women at night—too intoxicated to know what they were fucking.