About Hungry
by Glyn Soitiño
19 pages / 5100 words
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It's Valentine's Day, and incubus Rafael is missing his lover, demon-hunter Dominic, currently away on a mission. An incurable romantic, Rafael has decided to match-make a couple of cops whose unacknowledged feelings for one another Rafael read in their minds while feeding off them in the past. Also, Rafael is hungry; he hasn't fed since Dominic left, over a week ago.
If all goes according to plan, Charlie and Rick will admit their love, Rafael will feed, and Dominic will join him on this most romantic night of the year. But plans depend on timing -- and Rafael's is proving to be just a little off…
Originally published in the Care and Feeding of Demons
Sample
Standing amid the loose group of men lounging outside the nightclub, my shoulders and one booted foot propped against the wall, I watched the squad car slowly pass by. That was the third time in less than an hour. Confident that it would be back within fifteen minutes, I glanced up as the smartly dressed, middle-aged businessman who'd been hesitating for the last ten minutes finally plucked up the courage to approach me.
I always let them come to me. I have never coerced anybody into anything; despite my paternal heritage, it's just not the way I'm wired. Of course, I can put suggestions into their heads, sway their decision if they're wavering, but I would never, ever, force somebody to do something that they didn't, deep down, really want to do anyway. Even though I sure as hell could.
I cast the man a seductive look, gazing up at him through my eyelashes, then pushed away from the wall and slowly headed off along the sidewalk. Three blocks later, I turned into a darkened alley and leaned back against the fence, making sure that I could be seen from the street should the squad car come back.
A few seconds later, the man entered the alleyway, glancing nervously behind him. I smiled and ran a hand through my curly, blond locks.
"Oh, God," he groaned, his erection straining against his expensive suit pants. "Are you rent? How much?"
Dropping to my knees, I grinned and reached for his belt. "Let's just say the first one's for free."