Page 2 of Caressed By Sin
Unlike other hunters, I had an extra weapon that was unique to me.
My venomous fangs.
I’d been born a simple fairy and lived beneath the Paps hills, three miles inland from Senegal’s Goree Island.
My people only came outside to dance in the moonlight and sip plum wine.
One night a herd of vampires discovered our feasting and changed everything.
I shook my head, not wanting to think of the past. I had too much on the line to not focus on this target.
Concentrate.
I turned back to my target.
The women explored Azar more. One licked his thick neck. The other kissed the rows of muscle on his waist.
Meanwhile, Azar’s lips remained in a thin line. His face displayed no emotion. He almost appeared bored.
That can’t be right.
Surely, being stroked by seductive women would be appreciated by any man, even one that was no longer human.
I brushed my wig’s brunette strands out of my face and raised my eyebrows as Azar’s leather pants expanded and stretched over his erection.
He must be enjoying some of it.
Another woman with long red hair strolled up to him. His power must’ve drawn her to him. Instantly, she began running her fingers through the his long, wavy hair.
How many women does he need to feed from?
Most incubi only had to drain one woman a day to survive. Azar had been feeding all night.
Fuck me.
My sadistic boss, Adae, had given me an inaccurate report on Azar, claiming that he was an easy catch. I would have to curse Adae out later.
I chewed the inside of my cheek, noticed what I was doing, and forced myself to stop. Hopefully, Azar hadn’t trapped any other women into a spell and drawn them to him. He’d be too strong, alert, and difficult for me to catch.
I have to stop this now and grab him.
I finished my drink and scanned the crowded club, from the silver and black striped door to the elevated VIP area. No other women headed in Azar’s direction. The humans were all unaware of his orgy by the wall, grooving to the song’s electronic cadence, lost in their blissful moments.
I longed to be carefree and untroubled like them.
Regret rose in my heart. I gestured for my bartender to fill my shot glass with another round of rum.
He hurried my way, immersing the area with cologne. His smile widened and displayed perfect teeth. With a wink, he topped my glass and left.
Thank God for alcohol.
I swallowed the liquid down in one second, welcoming the bitter sting to my tongue as the burning revisited my throat.
I turned my attention back to Azar.
He now had his hand between one of the woman’s legs. The bulging muscles on his arms flexed as he plunged his fingers back and forth into her.
Damn.
