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entrance. “Say it.”
    I bit the bottom of my lip as I met his gaze.
    Rocking his hips, he cock teased, driving just inside of me, then withdrawing. “I can do this all night.”
    I knew he could—the bastard had done it before. He’d left me a quivering mass by morning. Sometimes I hated him. He’d make me say it.
    He continued to stroke me in all the right places until I panted, the need so strong I thought it would burn me from the inside out.
    “Please.”
    “Please, what?”
    “Master,” I cried out. As soon as the word left my lips, he plunged inside of me to the hilt.
    Hard and fast, he pumped with my ankles around his neck. Like everything Sin did, he pushed with power and confidence.
    I met every stroke, squeezed him with my secret muscles and felt every inch of his length. My need loved the energy he helped create.
    It was dark and potent, curling inside my belly, then lashing out in a burst of adrenaline. What we created together carried an edge to it like suicidally hot wings. I loved their spiciness, but they were cruel to me, just like him. Nothing would keep me from ordering them, though. Sin was my zesty suitor, setting all my succubus taste buds on fire.
    My body had the capacity to create energy from sex, but my partners each added a mysterious element of themselves that helped sate my need. That’s why masturbation didn’t work. I needed that pinch of sexual oomph from a lover to make my motor roar.
    Each thrust brought me closer to the edge until I finally stepped off, crying his name until I was hoarse. Heat swelled in my abdomen as his seed spilled into me. The warmth spread as my body generated the added nourishment I needed to survive.
    Millions of years of evolution, descended from demons, and yet we were still parasites, living off other species, slaves to their sexual desires so we could survive.
    Sin released his hold and rolled off me.
    Groping for my purse on the floor by the bed, I searched inside for a glass vial. The cork popped off easily and I pressed the edge against my lips. A slow spill of blue energy poured inside until the bottle filled, then I capped it.
    Sin watched with mild interest. “Do your sisters still feed your father as well?”
    “Yes.” I set the vial in my purse. An incubus could only feed from a succubus and most incubi kept a harem of wives. But our mothers couldn’t support our father’s growing needs. The stronger the incubus, the more he fed, and my dad co-ruled a city. He should be shopping for a new wife, but oddly for our people, he loved our mothers so much he feared breaking the delicate balance they enjoyed.
    Fidelity didn’t fit in our lifestyle. Since my sisters and I were old enough to feed, we decided to do our part by placing a small portion of our feeds in vials. This was only a patch, not a solution. Governing the charm, a group of succubi and incubi, in Lake City took power, but our supplemental feedings sustained him for now.
    “That’s sweet.” Sin’s tone didn’t reflect his words.
    “What is up your ass tonight?” I picked up my panties only to have him swipe them from my hand.
    “You need to find more suitors. The three you have aren’t enough.” He yanked me back into his arms.
    “I’ve learned my lesson. I promise to never barge into here again.” I turned away and faced the wall.
    “That’s not the point, Pia. You have to embrace your nature. Your sisters don’t have suitors. They—”
    “Fuck around. I get it. I should be a slut.”
    He rested his forehead against my shoulder. “What if I wasn’t here today? What if you had to make do with Rat?”
    I closed my eyes, trying not to picture that image. “I don’t know.”
    “You need backup. Would a mortal once in a while be so bad?”
    “Did my father ask you to have this talk with me?”
    He laughed and it sounded easier and lighter than before. “No, but contrary to popular belief, I do care about what happens to you.” He pressed a kiss against the