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  “Anything,” she hiccupped. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

  “The first option is for me to give him all the energy I have left and hope it’s enough, and needless to say, I’m not fond of that option.”

  “And the second?”

  “You need to come.”

  “All right. But come where?”

  Yet even as she asked the question, Margaret’s real meaning became clear.

  Chapter Ten

  Sydney couldn’t form words to express her astonishment. She stared open-mouthed at the woman who’d suggested such a ludicrous notion. “Excuse me?”

  “The energy humans produce during sex is powerful.” Margaret gripped Sydney’s hands, pulling her to a sitting position. She teetered back towards the ground but Margaret held her firm. “I can’t produce it on my own, or I would. Damien’s one of my dearest friends, and I’m willing to die to save him, but you have the power to save him and keep us all alive.”

  “By climaxing?”

  “Yes, but you have to make the decision fast.”

  Sydney shook her head. This was absolutely crazy. Her libido had ruined her life, and she’d spent the last year trying to suppress it. Now she found it ironic that the thing she blamed for all her troubles was the very thing that would save Damien’s life.

  With tears in her eyes, she nodded. “I’ll do it.”

  Margaret leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth. “Stay right here, Sydney. I’m going to move Damien to a position that’s more advantageous.”

  She scampered off and, slipping her arms beneath Damien’s underarms, dragged his pale form along the white beach. She ran her hand over a couple of the outcropping rocks, probably trying to find one of the smoothest stones, then gently leaned Damien against it. He moaned, his colorless lips trembling, his words unintelligible.

  Margaret crawled back toward Sydney. “You ready?”

  Sydney was shaking, but she wasn’t sure if the tremors were from fear, aversion, or anticipation. “Y-yes.”

  “If it helps, close your eyes and imagine I’m whoever you want me to be.” Margaret knelt in front of her, took hold of the tie of Sydney’s bikini top and tugged. “And let me do all the work.”

  “O-okay.”

  Sydney swallowed, her eyes drifting closed. Shivers skimmed over her newly exposed flesh. It felt weird to be topless in front of another woman, especially knowing what was about to happen, but she had no choice—she would do whatever it took to save Damien.

  But what if her body didn’t share her mind’s commitment? What if she couldn’t come with another woman? What if her libido failed her when it mattered most?

  Soft fingertips teased her nipples. You can do this. You can do this…

  “You’re beautiful, Sydney.” Margaret’s gentle hands drew her closer, rubbing the chills away in rhythmic strokes. “Did Damien tell you I thought that?”

  “N-no.”

  A small, tender mouth covered one of her nipples, drawing ecstasy from it. The moan that leaked from her mouth was involuntary. Margaret’s soft tongue teased the tender bud, and one of her gentle hands slithered up Sydney’s trembling thighs. “Mmm…you’re the sweetest human to ever touch my lips.”

  Sydney lifted her hips, and Margaret drew the bikini bottoms down Sydney’s legs. Anticipation laced with uncertainty forced her knees wide and allowed the other woman’s hand unrestricted access.

  With expert precision, Margaret parted Sydney’s folds. Two slender fingers slid between the flaps of skin and stroked over the bulging bundle of nerves at the apex, and Sydney tensed.

  “Just relax, Sydney.”

  Easier said than done…

  Sydney leaned back against the warm sand and Margaret rose over her. The other woman’s mouth latched onto Sydney’s breast. Pressing her lips to the blond’s hair, Sydney tilted her hips forward and thought of Damien, imagined it was his body pressing against hers.

  Two fingers slid into her moist pussy and stroked the walls of her vagina. Her inner muscles involuntarily gloved the invading digits. Maybe she could do this after all.

  “You’re almost ready, Sydney,” Margaret murmured, releasing the nipple from her mouth. Her lips planted a trail of openmouthed kisses from Sydney’s collarbone to her lips, never stopping her gentle probe of Sydney’s cunt. “It’s time.”

  The two women eased across the sand. Without extricating her fingers from Sydney’s warmth, Margaret sat down between Damien’s open legs and leaned her head against his groin. “Place your knees on either side of my head and sit down. I want your pussy in my face.”

  I can’t believe this is happening. Sydney straddled the other woman and lowered her body. “Like this?”

  Margaret ran her free hand over Sydney’s breasts and thighs. “Perfect. Whenever you feel yourself start to come, lean forward and cover Damien’s mouth with yours, then breathe into him. I’ll do the rest.”

  “Okay,” Sydney panted, feeling the heady thump of her climax tapping inside her belly.

  “And I’ll do my best to magnify your release.”

  Magnify? Oh, shit…

  The hand massaging her breasts crept lower, parted the folds of her labia. “Your cunt is dripping, Sydney, and your clit is so ripe…I want to bite into it.”

  Then she did.

  Sydney’s head rolled back, and her hips rocked against Margaret’s face as she drew the sensitive nub between her lips and worried the mound with her wet mouth. Sydney screamed, bucking her hips uncontrollably against the pleasure attacking her pussy.

  Margaret’s knowing fingers found Sydney’s responsive spot and pressed against the sensitive bundle of tissue in quick succession. Leaning forward and bracing her hands against Damien’s shoulders, Sydney ground her pussy into Margaret’s face as the first explosion of climax flickered to life in her abdomen.

  All thoughts of unease forgotten, she kissed Damien, her tongue gently parting his lips. Almost as if he sensed her there, the smallest pressure lighted against her mouth, and he returned her kiss. When the orgasm turned from a trickle of sensation into a spewing volcano of gratification, Sydney screamed her pleasure into Damien’s open mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from moving away.

  Her hips bucked with an uncontrolled fury, and Margaret locked her arm around Sydney’s hips to keep constant contact between her conquering mouth and the surrendering pussy.

  Sydney exhaled a white cloud into Damien’s mouth, unmistakable proof of the energy they’d created together. He jerked awake and wrapped strong arms around her, gripping her so tightly she couldn’t breathe.

  His tongue plunged into her mouth, his fingers dug into her hair, and she couldn’t stop the tears that scorched her cheeks. She didn’t break contact with his mouth until the last waves of pleasure ebbed from her body.

  Awareness returned to Damien in heavy layers, and when he finally managed to wrench his eyes open, his beautiful Sydney was there to greet him. He caressed her flushed face, the emotion inside constricting his chest. Was he dead? He scanned the fiery light of the burning sun rising out of the shimmering ocean.

  “Novia?” Glowing, panting, and naked, Sydney looked like a woman recovering from an exhaustive fuck. And yet he was fully clothed…

  He searched his memories. The last thing he remembered was Sydney going toe-to-toe with Giselle, which prompted an even more important question. “Where’s Giselle?”

  A lazy smile spread across his lover’s face, and she stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. “She’s dead. Margaret killed her.”

  “Margaret?” He closed his eyes again, lifted a shaky hand to his face and rubbed his palm over his cheeks, trying like hell to recall any of the events prior to passing out. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t place Margaret in any of them. “Margaret was here? When?”

  Sydney’s gaze slid down. His eyes followed and fell on Margaret as her lips disengaged from Sydney’s pussy, her fingers withdrew from the wet warmth he knew he’d find
if he slid his cock in there right now.

  “What the—”

  Sydney’s palm flattened against his mouth. “A lot happened while you were unconscious, so we’ll give you the Cliffs Notes version.”

  Margaret sat in the sand beside them and stroked her hand over his hair, smiling. “I’m sure there’s a gentler way to say this, Damien, but…I’m a succubus.”

  “Like Giselle?” Damien pushed up straighter, fear taking root in his heart. Margaret, one of his dearest friends, was a demon?

  She nodded. “Actually, Giselle is my fraternal twin, but you don’t have to worry. I’m not evil. I don’t seduce people and steal their energy. Well, unless they want me to, but that’s a whole other frenzied sexual craze.”

  Damien shook his head. “You’re a demon. Demons are evil.”

  “Not necessarily.”

  She smiled warmly, her head tilting to the side. It was a smile he’d trusted for years, but now, he didn’t know what to think. “Explain.”

  “Just like humans, demons choose to be good or evil. Granted, the pull of evil to a demon is greater than that of a human, but the choice must still be made.”

  “So you don’t feed off humans?” Damien kept glancing at Sydney, ensuring she truly was unharmed. “Then how do you survive?”

  “I need energy from sex to live, but I get mine by soaking in what my lovers give off naturally during sex. It’s not as effective as simply stealing it, but I’ve managed to live more than six centuries that way.”

  Acceptance and relief finally seeping into his heart, Damien cupped Sydney’s cheek. “I can’t believe it’s over. Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Better than I’ve been in a long time. Margaret helped me save you.” Sydney’s smile turned to Margaret and she touched his day manager’s face. “You came to me in a vision and showed me the loophole in your contract, and you’re the woman I saw in that shack too.”

  “Yes. I apologize for the trickery, but once I saw Giselle in Damien’s office, I needed to find out if she’d already gotten to him or was about to try.” She looked at Damien. “I didn’t dare ask you directly. If she hadn’t and I started spouting off about demons, you would have thought I was insane. And I couldn’t have Ammon—the man who glimpsed Sydney’s future—approach you directly because, if you were already under Giselle’s spell, your powers would make you resistant to his readings.”

  “So you had him go after Sydney?”

  “I’d already sensed your fate and hers were becoming intertwined.” She smiled at them. “What would happen to one would affect the other.”

  “She also helped me give you energy. And she killed Giselle.” Sydney stroked her thumb over Margaret’s cheek. “How did you do that, by the way?”

  “With love,” Margaret answered with a smile.

  Love? Damien recalled the way Giselle had screamed in pain earlier, when he’d been thinking about Sydney and how much he loved her. He told Margaret what had happened. “Is that why Giselle had trouble touching me then?”

  “It is, and I used the same principle to kill her,” she said. “I channeled the love you and Sydney have for each other into Giselle. Once a demon does their first evil deed, love becomes a poison to them.”

  Damien shook his head, unable to process everything right now, but all that really mattered was the fact that he was alive. He had a lifetime with Sydney to figure everything else out. The first thing he wanted to do with his second chance was lay Sydney down and show her how lucky he was to have her.

  “I guess on that note, I should leave you two alone.” Margaret winked.

  She’d known exactly what he’d been thinking. Damn succubus powers.

  “Thank you, Margaret.” Damien took her hand and kissed her palm. “For everything.”

  “My pleasure.” Margaret pushed to her knees and leaned forward to press her lips to his lips. “Literally.” She kissed Sydney next. “I wish I’d had time to get to know you and your body better, Sydney.”

  And before another word was spoken, she evaporated into a white-silver mist and floated away on the breeze.

  When the last remnants of the beautiful haze dissipated, Sydney captured his mouth in one of the sweetest kisses he’d ever been given. Without words, she told him all he needed to know about her feelings for him, and it stole his heart that this beautiful creature had risked her life to come back for him.

  He wanted to tell her how thankful he was, how appreciative, how head-over-heels in love he was with her. “When you left, I didn’t think you’d—”

  “Shh.” She placed a finger against his lips. “I know, Damien. I’m so sorry.”

  She might know what he was going to say, but he still needed to say it. “I never wanted to hurt you, Sydney,” he whispered, running his hands over the smooth lines of her bare back.

  “I know. I really do.”

  She was everything he’d ever wanted…what he’d stopped searching for a long time ago, and he hoped he’d never know a time when she wasn’t with him. “Stay here with me. Help me run the resort.”

  “I’d like that,” she murmured, “but you know what I’d like more?”

  “What?”

  A smile slid slowly across her face, and she reached for the hem of his T-shirt and pulled the cotton material over his head. He pushed his shorts down just far enough for his growing cock to spring free and for her hands to wrap his length firmly.

  “Mmm. Much better,” Sydney whispered, this precious woman who’d saved his life, saved him in every way a woman could save a man, and he planned on spending the rest of his life showing her how thankful he was she’d chosen him.

  She pressed her lips against the center of his chest, and he felt the reverberations all the way to his soul, deep, deep down where no other woman had ever been able to reach. A place he’d forever reserve only for her. His hero.

  Leaving a trail of hot, damp kisses down his belly, Sydney worked her way to his shaft. Like before, she took her time. She wrapped her lips around his head then lapped at the beaded drop of pre-come before moving down to lavish the underside of his cock with gentle nips of her teeth and sweet swirls of her tongue.

  He leaned his head back against his rock headrest and focused on the sensations her mouth triggered. Each caress, each lick, each nip felt different now that his powers weren’t clogging the buffers of his senses. When she drew him into the deep recesses of her mouth, she seemed hotter, wetter than before. It made him desperate to know what it would feel like when her pussy replaced her mouth.

  “Sydney…” He twined his fingers in her hair and tugged. “I need to be inside you.”

  She let his dick slip from her mouth, and she pushed back up his body in the same lingering, wet-kiss manner as she’d descended. “You were inside me.”

  “Not what I meant, novia.”

  “But I was having fun.” She rose up on her knees and kissed him. His cock bumped against the entrance of her dripping pussy. Her channel was drenched from the climax Margaret had given her moments ago. The thought of the other woman getting Sydney off turned him on immensely and sent a jolt of desire to his cock.

  He jutted his hips up, eased his head inside her wetness, but his position prevented him from making full immersion.

  “Is that a subtle hint?” she whispered into his mouth.

  He thrust again. “It was a hint, but it was far from subtle.”

  Laughing, she leaned forward to kiss him briefly. “I just have one question before we go any further.”

  He braced himself. Whatever her question, no matter how tough or painful, he wasn’t going to lie to her anymore. “Ask.”

  “How do you say ‘I love you’ in Spanish?”

  His heart flooded with emotions—his eyes did too. He cradled Sydney’s face in his hands. He didn’t deserve her. He especially didn’t deserve her love, but by God, he would spend every day trying to be at least half the man she deserved. “Te amo.”

  She lowered herself slowly, easin
g onto his cock one excruciating millimeter at a time until he was fully encased in her tight heat. “Te amo, Damien.”

  “Te amo también, novia.”

  She ground her pelvis against him, her pussy muscles milking his erection with each stroke. “Tell me you’ll never leave me.”

  “Never.” He’d nearly lost her once, and now to have her back…he wouldn’t let her get away again.

  She pumped faster against him, increasing the friction of their joined bodies. “Say it again.”

  “I’ll never leave you.” He gripped her hips, encouraging her to ride him faster, harder, to take everything he had to give. “Te amo.”

  “Oh, yes…say it again.”

  “Te amo con todo mi corazón.”

  “Damien!”

  Her climax triggered his. The rhythmic vibrations of her inner walls caressed his length. His release poured into her womb, the jets of hot liquid the balm they both needed after the emotional rollercoaster they’d just jumped from.

  She hugged him to her breasts, the intense pleasure binding them together, and his love for her soared into the heavens. He pressed his lips against her neck, feeling happier than he ever had. “I’m glad your friends tricked you into coming to my little island.”

  Her chest shook as she laughed, and she brought her hands forward to frame his cheeks. “Well, Damien, I hope you mean that because I plan on sticking around for a long time. It looks like I’m going to be your final seduction after all.”

  “Not by a long shot.” He pressed his lips against her forehead, nose, lips. “The seductions are just beginning.”

  About the Author

  Scarlett Childs is a resident of the Natural State where she lives with her husband, their adorable (albeit rambunctious) children, and enough four-legged “children” to open a kennel.

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  ’Tis far better to love in hell than to live in heaven.