Chapter Twenty-Four.

The following morning, I wake up to screaming. My skin crawls and it feels like I jump out of my body, "Shit." I shout, I sprint downstairs and my powers kick in and I'm suddenly inside the room. I'm not use to the speed and being able to run like that so I almost fall. I gather myself, Dawson looks worse than I did during my change and I quickly scramble on the bed.

"Dawson!" I try to lift his body and I pull him onto my lap. "Shh." I press my wrist to his mouth, "It's okay." I press my lips to his damp forehead, he shakes his head and murmurs.

"No-"

"Please, " I'm really scared for him, he's not the one to cry and scream. He's not the one to act like this, I knew that within days of knowing him. "Dawson, please baby." His eyes flutter open with the pet name and he opens his mouth, his lips look extremely dry. His fangs slowly and weakly reveal themselves, he pushes them into my wrist.

The burning pain only lasts a second and the moment my blood begins to flow gently from the holes, he begins to suck. A bolt of pleasure shoots through me but I ignore it. "It's okay, " I run my free hand through his hair to try and soothe him.

He moans against my wrist and I watch as his skin turns from the pale white to the healthy glow he had once before. I ignore the fact that there's a throbbing sensation between my legs and I overlook the fact that his dick imprint is visible in his joggers. I just ignore the sexual nature of this and focus on making him better.

He pulls my wrist away, I wipe his mouth and study him. "More?" I suggest, he rejects it. He lays on his side, facing away from me. "It's okay, he said he's on his way here. It's just going to be a bit." I lay my head on his shoulder, "You need to shower." I tell him, he stays silent.

I look at my wrist, the two holes have vanished and I caress his back. "Thank you, I don't deserve you." His voice seems better but there's raw emotion behind it.

"Stop saying that. Just let me do what I want to." I climb out of bed, walk to his side, and pull him up. His pupils have dilated meaning my blood is working on him. I feel so horrible knowing that it's doing this to him.

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He's in the shower, facing away from me. His forehead is pressed against the tile wall and I run the sponge down his back. He turns around, causing me to stop and I look at him. His eyes lock with mine and I'm just glad he seems to be better.

"Can you do something for me?" He asks the water running down his face and body could be almost mesmerizing.

"Anything." I tell him, pushing the sponge to his chest and watching as the suds run down his toned body. He takes a step closer to me and wraps his arms around my wet waist, I watch as he leans in and I tilt my head allowing him access to my lips.

When he kisses me, it's delicate and gentle and he moans. I'm surprised when he pushes me against the shower wall, my head starts to spin. Zeke. I softly push him away and he looks confused. "What did you want?" I remind him, realization washes over him.

"Oh, please don't fuck up and forgive the wrong people." I wasn't expecting this. "Don't let people take advantage of you. You're nice and you care about others and I don't want you to end up getting hurt by dicks like me." The irony of an Angel hybrid being a dick and a demon being kind. I notice how serious he is and I nod.

"You need to stop stressing. You're just going to have to get over the fact that I forgive you." I jerk the shower curtain open and step out.

As he's getting out of the shower, I'm getting dressed. I glance in the mirror on the dresser and see him watching me, my phone notifies me of a text.

Watch your fucking back.

It's from an unknown number and I turn to Dawson and watch as he gets dressed. I grow curious, "So, what did you do with Kyla?" I ask, opening mine and Zeke's messages.

Hey...

"Put the same spell on her as I did your parents." He tells me, I walk to him and show him the text. He sighs, "Yep, that's her number." He closes his eyes in dread.

"You need to let her go." I remind him. "Should I respond?" I don't want to but he knows her better than I do.

"No, I'll talk to her." He assures me, "You need to let the human go." He teases, slightly smirking.

"He's honestly everything a girl could want. He's the reason why I trusted you again, kind of." I admit, he stops what he's doing and looks at me. "He was telling me like how he thought you just got caught up in all of it and how you didn't mean it and you know," I shrug, waiting for Zeke to text me back.

Dawson studies me in silence and he looks confused. "That's kind of weird," He remarks. "I wouldn't be trying to defend the guy I was competing with." It is true, normally Zeke would've seen Dawson as competition.

"That's the thing about him, he's nice and just-" I stop not wanting to get all into it.

Dawson studies me in silence, "You kill me when you talk about him like that. I think you should be with me." He steps towards me, I realize I'm pinned against the counter. My heart starts to race. "You don't owe him loyalty. You're not even official." He runs his hands down the back of my thighs and lifts me onto the counter.

"Daws-" I exhale nervously as he pushes my hair away from my shoulder. His lips gently brush my neck, he parts my legs and pulls me to the edge of the counter.

"I could fuck you good against on this counter." He promises, my eyes flutter shut. This is exactly the shit I didn't want happening, if I could explain how hard it is to resist sexual touch and just him I would. It's one of those things where you try to make yourself realize you can stop it but every time it starts happening it's like your body won't allow you.

He pushes the large t-shirt up past my hips, his breathing growing erratic and his heart races. His lips lock onto mine and he lifts me, my legs wrap around his waist and he carries me to the bed. "I want to feel you around my cock, it feels so fucking good being inside of you." His deep voice sends chills down my spine, I can't bare the way he handles me. It's the most thrilling feeling I've ever experienced.

"This isn't good for you." I pant, "It seems to hurt you more than please you." I try to reason with him.

He pulls away from my neck and looks at me. "What are you talking about?" He pushes the hair out of my face and smiles.

"Dawson, you're here because of this. The pain isn't worth it-"

"Us fucking didn't cause it, it's just your blood and yes it is. The way I felt when I was in you, it was fucking worth this." My heart flutters and I look at the door, "No ones coming in to save you." He teases, kissing my earlobe.

I close my eyes and try to push the thought of Zeke away. He pulls away from kissing me and studies me. "You are not dating him." He states, I know I'm not but I can't keep doing this. Both of them tear me the fuck up and I know it has to look worse than it feels. "You've just talked for a few days, yeah you like him but I bet you money he's fucking with other girls." The image of Zeke fucking other girls makes me feel some type of way. Maybe I am holding too much thought to it, I just don't want to be between two guys anymore.

"Look, you are a baby Succubus. You don't need to settle with him or anybody." He purrs, kissing my neck once more. "Unless it's me, " He playfully adds as he pulls my thong down my thighs.

I roll my eyes and moan as he runs the tip of his cock through my folds, his touch is electrifying and makes me almost crazy. The feeling he gives me is deadly too, even after the pain he went through last night, it's like his brain isn't linking me to the source.

Dawson

Her soft wet folds cause me to shake slightly, I watch as she pulls her knees to her chest and I study her pussy. It's vibrant plump lips and folds looks tempting, I smack my tip against her and she flinches and bites her lower lip. I like watching her react to me, it isn't just hot but it manages to make me feel good. I focus on her lips, "Come here." She follows my command and sits up.

Our height difference aligns perfectly. My hips align with her mouth if I stand on my knees, she's laying between them and I can't help but to love the way her tits look in the peach colored bra. I reach around her back and unhook them, her breast spills from the bra.

"You're tits is like the best things ever." What the fuck is that? Why did I just say that? She giggles and shakes her head. I have no idea how I keep embarrassing myself like this.

"Do you wanna try again?" She asks, looking up at me through her thick lashes.

Thank God, I start to overthink how to compliment them. I don't want to sound like a fucking idiot again. She leans back on her elbows, allowing them to be on display. My mouth starts to water and I can't wait. I shake my head and pull her to where she's sitting up.

I place the tip of my cock to her lips. "I've only done this once." A light blush creeps on her cheeks and she looks up at me through her lashes.

"It's okay. Do you want some pointers?" She nods.

"Don't bite my dick. You can do things while sucking it like jerking it and my tip is the most sensitive thing." I don't know how to suck dick but I know what I like, it seems girls with no dick sucking experience is added to that list because Scarlet looks so hot while she looks up at me.

She hesitantly runs her tongue over my tip, she seems to like it because she wraps her lips around me and bobs her head. I'm so fucking weak, how the fuck did I get here? My knees tremble slightly and I mentally kick myself. I've had my dick sucked a million times, why am I suddenly shaking when she does it?

Her tongue runs around my shaft and I let out a breath, it makes it even better that she hasn't done this before. She places her hands on either side of my hips and I go inside as far as she can, my cock is engulfed in the soft, warm, and went inside of her mouth.

I place my hands on her both sides of her head and begin to slowly fuck her mouth. "Fuck." I begin to yearn for her pussy, her mouth feels so good I can't stop bucking my hips. I'm so glad she can't read minds and I'm glad she doesn't know that I haven't reacted like this before with anyone.

She moans, the vibration running through my cock as she runs her tongue on the bottom of my shaft and tip. I weakly pull out of her, I'm seriously going to end up fucking cumming. I close my eyes and she peers up at me. "Did I do something wrong?" I run my fingers through her hair.

"No, I just want to fuck you now." I grin, loving her reaction. Her eyelids seem to grow heavy and I'm surprised when she pulls me down to where I'm on top of her.

I push inside of her and she arches her back with a whimper. "Do you like your mouth being fucked?" I ask, my voice heavy with lust, she nods.

"Uh-huh." She moans, she's so wet I feel the moisture run down my balls. Her walls almost feel like they're crushing me, "From the back." She pants, I turn her on her stomach and she lifts her ass just a little.

I slowly push into her and watch as she clamps her eyes shut, she looks so innocent, her large eyes look around and I pull her hair back to one shoulder. She looks back at me, I rest my forehead on the back of her head and begin to thrust inside of her. I desperately want to see her face, I don't fucking know why but I love seeing her fuck faces. I turn her around and pull her on to my lap.

Her eyes lock with mine and I push the hair out of her face and gently kiss her cheek, jawline, and neck. The sweet gesture causes her to rock her hips against me, "Daws." I lay her on her back, and intertwine our fingers.

I didn't expect the sex to turn passionate but slow and sensual. I just wanted the moment to last, so I took it slow and kissed every single part of her. I'd catch her moans with my mouth, god I'm so fucked. Each thrust causes me to pant and I love how her moans turn into loud whimpers as I take longer strokes. Each time my hips smack into hers she let's out a little whimper.

"I hate the way I sound-" She covers her face shyly, she's panting and struggling to talk.

"Oh really?" I tease, she smacks my arm playfully and smiles. "How loud do you get?" I casually ask, pressing my forehead to hers.

"I-I don't know, why?" She blushes.

"Let's fucking find out."

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[A/N]
Do you guys like that this is a fantasy romance or that it's 18+? I love writing fantasy romance and I have a true passion for mythical creatures and stuff but I also love writing Erotica. Let me know. Also, I'm looking to change the title to this book from Succubus. If you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear. I'm interested in making a series of this.