Her hands clasped gently together across the back of my neck, her long, elegant fingers trailing pleasantly through the hair behind my ears. Maybe violence isn’t the right route. XXX It didn’t matter; nothing but Tera mattered. “You know,” she said, completely unfazed by my irritation, “if you would just listen to my advice, you wouldn’t have to wrestle rodents under your bedsheets every night.”
I sighed, and pulled up my pants beneath the sheets. “Mom!” the teenaged succubus screamed. Shining from creation’s birth, to hold a tether to the earth. “Our thoughts, intentions and emotions are one.”
“Psst, Brandon,” Angela said conspiratorially, her blue eyes twinkling in Justina’s face. “What?” I asked. I tasted her desire as it leaked into my mouth, permeating its flavor upon my palate until it was saturated.
