Succubus on Top CHAPTER 19

The dealers house sat outside(a) from the road, fitting analogous tout ensemble sinister houses should, I suppose. My biased perceptions aside, t here was actu on the wholey pocketable else somewhat the house that was all that creepy. It was larger-than-life and expensive-looking, spreading out lazily on beautifully realityicured lawns, visible to me even at night. In a region where yards were at a premium, that much land signified a great deal of m acey. unconnected Bastiens place, this house had nosimilarly well-to-do neighbors. This house was in a class of its give birth it could non be pgraphics of a mere suburban neighborhood.Where are we? I asked, because it seemed resembling the kind of naive, starry-eyed question I should be asking. Alec had met me downtown and thence driven me out to this place in his own car. We were about twenty minutes outside the city.This is where the guy lives, he told me happily. His mood improved as we got conclusion set(predicate) to the house. Hell hook you up.The car followed the considerable, sinuous driveway and came to a send away by the garage. In an oddly undaunted way, he opened the car door for me and gestured that I follow him inner(a). Glancing back at his beat-up fording Topaz, I couldnt help thinking that being an imperishable drug lords lackey should pay better.Alec led us through a side door in the house, and even I was taken aback at what I found inside. The first word that came to straits was lush. And not the drunk kind either. I meant in the opulent sense, the kind of lush you sink your teeth into. The walls, floor, and ceilings consisted of gleaming dark hardwood, almost same we were inside a lodge say, a lodge that cost seven realizes. Beams of that beautiful wood crisscrossed the open, cathedral ceiling. Jewel-t peerlessd oil paintings in gilt frames hung on the walls, and I had large of a sense for the value of art to recognize they had not come from Bed Bath & Beyond.We crosse d out of the foyer and found more than of the same in a large living room. Its focal point was an enormous fireplace whose brick faade stretched to the ceiling. A multicolored stained-glass landscape hung above the fireplaces opening, and flames from the roaring fire along with several strategically set candles cast the only light in the room. Nothing electrical.In that dim, flickering lighting, I sensed the man before I aphorism him. The same unfamiliar immortal signature from the c at oncert carried to me, coupled with something else. This close to him, I noticed how much he felt like the crystals. Or rather, how much the crystals felt like him, as if they were pale, fractured versions of the masterpiece. The whole vibe from him felt weird but not quite as dissonant as the crystals themselves had.Alec, said a creamy voice, who is your lovely friend?The man unfolded from the couch, standing in one fluid motion. I now saw the same features as before flawless tanned skin, long black hair, high cheekbones. He also wore the same hot Victorian couture, complete with another of those gorgeous silk shirts that billowed around his develops and showed smooth skin through the V- do.This is Georgina, said Alec, voice quaking with nervousness and excitement. adept like I said.The man glided to us and took my tip over in both of his. Georgina. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. He drew my hand to his lips which were full and pink and kissed my skin. He held my hand a moment, permit his dark eyes bore into mine, and then he slowly straightened up and released me. My name is soh.I cancelled off all my impulses to make snappy jokes and/or maul this guy, instead opting for stunned innocence mingled with a little fear. H-hello. I swallowed nervously and looked down at my feet.Youve done well, colloidal solution told Alec. really well.I didnt shake off to see Alec to tell he was practically melting with relief. Sodoes that meanI can, you fill out?Yes, yes . Unless I was mistaken, a slight note of irritation underscored that pleasant voice. Afterward. Go upstairs now. Ill summon you when Im ready. Alec started to leave, and I grabbed his sleeve, mute playing frightened maiden. Wait where are you going?He smiled at me. Ill be right back. Its okay. You valued more, right? Sols going to make out it for you.I must shoot truly looked terrified because he squeezed my arm reassuringly. Its okay. Really.I bit my lip and gave him a hesitant nod. His eyes held mine for a moment, and something very like regret flickered across them. Then he left.Come sit with me, intoned Sol, winning my hand again.He led me to a sumptuous couch by the fire. Warmth from that orange glow spilled over me, and the flames were reflected in his dark eyes. I sat down gingerly, scooting back because the cushions were so big. We sat there quietly.He smiled expectantly, and I gave him a faltering smile back. Alec said you could give me moreyou knowof that stuff.You enjoyed it then?Yes. Oh yes. It do me qualityImmortal?Y-yes, thats it. Please. I need more. I can pay youwhatever you want.He waved a hand carelessly. Well discuss such mundane matters later. For now, lets see if we cant satiate your hunger. He leaned over to a small get across and lifted up two goblets. Goblets. How quaint. This should tide you over until we can arrange a larger batch.I took the cup from him. It felt heavy, like gold. Nothing but the best if you were going to drink the food of the gods, I thought. They held a dark red liquid. If the crystals felt like a weak approximation of Sol, the aura radiate off of this cup felt like mega-Sol. It was intense and strong, making the vibe from the crystals seem like a total nonevent. Maybe that was what happened when ambrosia liquefied.I accomplished then hed been waiting for me while I pondered. wassail up.I hesitated, not having to feign apprehension this time. Drink up? What should I do? If I didnt drink, my circus tent might be blown, and I still hadnt had provocation to smite this bastard or whatever one did to someone with a frivol away-arrowhead-thing. Carter and Jerome had said ambrosia wouldnt hurt an immortal theyd even said an immortal could stick out its nasty effects to a certain extent, much longer than humans. That didnt necessarily make me feel better, though. I preferred to be in my normal range of skills to deal with this, but it looked like I didnt have that luxury. I couldnt delay any longer.Smiling shyly, I brought the cup to my lips and drank. He did the same. Who could tell? Maybe personality amplification would help me out here. Maybe I had a secret Amazonian alter ego lurking in spite of appearance me who was dying to jump out via the ambrosia and bludgeon this guy with a goblet.Once Sol started drinking, he didnt stop. He tipped the cup back until hed consumed it all. I followed suit. The stuff really didnt taste so bad. In fact, it tasted sweet, almost sickeningly so. We irdest of all was its consistency. Thick. Almost viscous.There, he said, taking my empty cup. Youll feel better soon, and then we can talk reasonably. He shifted into a more comfortable position, long legs stretched out and relaxed. He had a slim build and delicate features. His narrow fingers wound one of his black curls around it. Tell me about yourself, Georgina. What do you do? I, uh, work in a bookstore.Ah, youre a reader then.I try to be.He inclined his head toward a wall cover in books. Im a reader myself. Theres no great pursuit than improving ones mind. He started talking to me about some of his favorite books, and I smiled and commented as appropriate. As we talked, I began to feelwell, for lack of a more descriptive term, good. Really good. Almost like I was buzzed from an excellent liqueur. My limbs tingled a little, and a warm sense of euphoria burned through me. I comprehend myself laughing at one of his jokes. I almost sounded genuine.Youre very beautiful, he sudden ly said, and I wondered when hed travel so close to me. I had to blink to stay focused. The room spun slightly, and my build and feet kept delaying in obeying my orders. Sol reached out and touched my cheek, trailing those graceful fingers down my neck. Your beauty is a gift.I tried to move, chiefly to see if I could actually manage it, not to avoid his touch. Honestly, his touch was pleasant extremely pleasant. It made my pulse pick up a little. I could, I soon discovered, still move. I was just a little sluggish.Shhh, he crooned, placing a restraining hand on my wrist. Dont be afraid. Everything will be all right.W-what are you doing?He had an arm around my waist now and was moving his mouth toward the spot where my neck met my shoulder. His lips, when they touched flesh, were warm and full of promise. I trembled a little under that kiss and tried to figure out what was going on here.The short answer, obviously, was that something had gone wrong. I felt dizzy and disoriented e nough to be at a frat party over at U.W. On top of that, this immortal this strange immortal I barely knew suddenly seemed more alluring than Id imagined possible. Hadnt I come here to kick his ass? Why was I making out with him? Was this what ambrosia did to me? Were these my core traits the power to get buzzed and take pleasure in sex? To become even easier than I already was?His hands travel down and unbuttoned my shirt so they could slide down and cup my breasts, which were just barely covered by the black mesh bra Id bought with Dana. He kissed me directly now, his mouth pressing against mine. As his applauder delicately slipped between my lips, I tasted a sweetness akin to the ambrosia.Bottom line it needs to be self-defense.So Carter had said, but suddenly I didnt really need much defending unless it was from myself. My own hands were moving without my conscious knowledge to unfasten his pants, and our bodies were becoming entwined together on the soft cushions.Self-def ense. Self-defense. Why self-defense? What was I forgetting here?Ah, of course. The dart.I pushed through the red haze muddling my senses, forcing clarity. The dart. The dart would stop Sol somehow, stop him from continuing to spread the poison of ambrosia. It would stop him from hurting peoplelike Doug.I battled through my freak out and pulled my mouth away from Sols, attempting to squirm the rest of the way out of his grasp. I won a little room but not much. He was still close.No I gasped out. Dont do this. Stop.Sol, regarding me with surprised amusement, shushed me. You dont know what youre saying.I do. Stop.I wriggled one arm free, one arm that then snaked to the pocket containing Carters pouch. I inevitable the other arm free too, but Sol was holding it. Looking down, I suddenly saw that his wrist was bleeding. How had that happened? I hadnt caused it.Georgina, you are about to be honored above all mortal women. ready back. Stop struggling. No harm will come to you. You will enjoy this night, I promise.He go his mouth back to mine, and again that blazing euphoria swelled within me. A traitorous moan of pleasure caught in my throat. Taking this as submission, Sols grip on my restrained arm lessened, and I shifted it away just enough that both of my hands now touched the pouch. Yet, it was a hard battle. My motor overtop still wasnt all it should be. Kissing him, in that moment, seemed much more important than some silly pouch. My mind didnt want to focus on anything else.But I forced it to. Through sheer strength of will, I pushed the physical pleasure out of my head and instead replayed every consequence of the ambrosia Id seen Caseys devastation, Dougs wild swings from in darkness frenetic exuberance to even darker depression, and finally his limp body in the hospital.Mortals are fragile things.Very fragile. And Sol played with them as if they were nothing. The smoldering coal of my anger began to burn again.Hes a stronger immortal than you. Preying on you especially when you belong to Jerome, so to speak is a big no-no. You would be justified in defend yourself.Again, I pulled my mouth away. Stop, I said again more firmly. I want you to stop. Stop doing this.Im not going to stop, Sol snapped. Anger marred his honeyed tone. His breath was heavy, and his chest heaved with exertion. He or I had removed his shirt, and I had a perfect view of that unprotected skin. Im not going to stop, and believe me, once I start, you wont want me to stop either.My fingers moved to open the pouch the other hand slowly readied itself to reach inside. The ambrosia in my system dulled my reflexes, but I kept battling through it and sized up where in his chest his heart would be.Ive asked you three times to stop. Once should have been enough. No means no.No means nothing from someone like you. He laughed a little, still not taking me seriously. Whats wrong with you? I thought you wanted to be immortal.My hand was inside the pouch, pulling the dart out. Sol and I both felt its power at the same time, just as he realized what I was. His eyes widened, but I didnt give him time to react. I didnt think or falter. Just as Carter had ordered, I simply took action well, with a cheesy punch line, of course.Been there, done that, I said, slamming the dart into his heart. For half a beat, Sol froze, unable to believe this was happening.And thats when things got messy.