Wolf's Surrender: Part of the Immortal Ops World (Shadow Agents / PSI-Ops Book 1) Read Free Page B

mother was part vampire and part Fae and her father was a full-blooded were-cat shifter. Alice was none of those things. At least she didn’t think she was. From what everyone could tell, she was mostly succubus. None of the doctors she’d been taken to while young were able to pinpoint all of what she was. They could only say for sure that she had succubus DNA in her make - up. Though, all of them agreed she was more than a mere succubus. Their inability to identify her genetic make up had been concerning to her adoptive parents and Alice. Basically, no one knew exactly what the hell she was.
    Always comforting.
    A hot mess, that is what I am, she thought with a sardonic smile. That was only half-true. Since meeting Mae, Alice had been making small strides to get her life in order. Baby steps, but steps all the same.
    Music pumped through the air, the song choice one she didn’t much care for. Her music choices always surprised others as they were not ones anyone would expect a woman her age to have. She could listen to Marvin Gaye for hours and never tire. So much soul and passion. The rubbish coming from the speakers in the fraternity was a far cry from the legendary Mr. Gaye.
    The lights were dim, save two disco lamps someone had plugged in at opposite corners of the large room. The strobe effect the lights created was nauseating. Not to mention the entire room was tacky beyond belief. College-aged men had been left in charge of the decorating. That much was evident by the copious amount of light-up beer signs, centerfolds pinned to the walls in place of artwork, and numerous unidentifiable stains in the carpeting. She noted the lack of any textbooks to be found when there was an overabundance of girlie magazines scattered about the varying crates and boxes that were acting as end tables. Yes, college guys had certainly been the designers of the room.
    It was nothing Alice would have subjected herself to if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. Unfortunately, she had to feed her succubus side and this was the best option. The alternative would leave her waking up with a man or men she didn’t know, possibly several campuses or states away.
    It had happened before.
    It would probably happen again.
    Each time she woke to find herself in the arms of men she didn’t know, or remember being with, another piece of her soul died. Frustrated realization sank over her as the knowledge that this was her reality, her life, and it would be this way forever hit her hard.
    She sighed, disliking her body’s needs. While others required food and water to live, she needed sex or at the very least sexual energy in addition to normal basics in order to survive. The sexual energy felt like static in the air, crackling, alive, zapping around the room like a live current. The energy built around her, gathering in close like a protective blanket, warming her body, soaking through her skin, rejuvenating her. The more energy around her, the faster she warmed and felt full. But Alice knew to push beyond what she wanted and to store as much as she could. She’d been working hard to try to train her body to go longer and longer between full feedings. She was up to nearly a week now, which was saying something.
    There had been a time she could barely make it through an entire day. She winced, no longer wanting to remember those times in the past. She wanted to focus on the here and now. The party was slamming, and she was getting what she needed. In addition, Mae was on a blind date. It was high time the girl lived a little. So what if the date was set up by Mae’s mother. It was a red-blooded male, and Mae was in serious need of one of those. The girl had been spending way too much time in the art studio on campus sculpting her version of hotness. There was no denying the sculpture was sexy, but there was no replacing the real thing.  
    Alice’s succubus side, or inner harlot as she’d affectionately termed it some years ago, stirred more,