WiredinSin (2 page)

Nothing helped her to relax more than walking into her
bedroom. With a soft sigh she lit a few candles and climbed onto the bed,
pulling her antiquated phone onto the comforter with her. She settled into a
comfortable position and tried to center her thoughts. It was just another
night at work. How many millions of Americans were sitting at their jobs and
hating it just as much as her? It was part of her life. She needed to work to
stay fed, even if her work
was
her food. She snorted at her own attempt
to rationalize what she did.

At least her clients knew what was happening. Every single
one of them was a supernatural who called her business in hopes of being
selected. Not many made it through the screening and even fewer were picked by
one of her employees. Each one gladly handed over bank information and credit
card numbers to have a thirty-minute slot of time with one of her staff. They
knew they’d be fed upon in exchange for their deepest fantasies. They
understood that they were having phone sex with succubi. They knew that the sex
wasn’t real, that the situations were all faked to meet their deepest wants.
For most, that was the biggest draw and reason to spend outrageous sums of
money. There was no guilt, no danger. A male could walk on the wild side,
tangle with a succubus, and live to tell the tale to his office friends.

Then why did
she
feel so guilty?

Her thoughts flitted to the scent she’d picked up at her
first techno-magic meeting months before. She’d inhaled the most delicious,
most alluring smell she’d ever tasted on the air. She’d known in that moment
that her mate was sitting in that room. One of the many males who stared at her
with longing and adoration was supposed to be her other half. She’d stood in
front of all of those testosterone-laden men and watched their eyes dilate,
reacting to her succubus. Some of them had given her body a cursory glance,
returning to stare longingly at her face. Others had taken on the faint scent
of greed, devouring her with a much different look in their beady eyes. The
fact that she was one of the richest females in the city tended to have that effect
on some men. So which of them was hers? Was it one of the drooling idiots already
giving off lust? Or had fate been so evil as to give her one of the greedy
assholes? She hadn’t wanted to know.

The male who was supposed to complement her demon side, the
one who was to be her other half, had been within her reach and she’d balked.
She’d erected an emotional barrier as fast as she could and refused to look any
of them in the eye. Draining males of their life force depressed her—the
thought of doing that to someone as important as her mate terrified her. How
the gods thought pairing someone like her with a mate was a good idea was a
question she’d never have answered. She’d made it out of that meeting without
figuring out which one he was, without connecting that scent to a set of eyes.
She’d known once she’d seen his face she would have taken him. Then probably
would’ve killed him or turned him into an empty shell.

Now that she’d scented him, every feeding was polluted. The
lust of others just didn’t fill her need like it used to. Her demon grumbled
each night, pushing the memory of her mate’s smell at her. Nothing she did
seemed to appease her other self. Nothing but the lust of her mate would fully
take care of the craving, the soul-shaking need gnawing at her insides.

She sighed. Her thoughts stopped along the well-worn path
when her old-fashioned phone rang. She’d spent almost every waking minute
obsessing about that meeting and the fact that her mate lived and breathed. A
deep breath didn’t do much to push away her thoughts, but it did give her a
moment to get her mind where it needed to be. Using the magical lines required
to enter someone’s mind via the telephone was tricky. She’d perfected the
process and could do it in her sleep, but to make the transition from her
thoughts to her client’s as smooth as possible, she needed to be completely
focused. The moment she put the receiver to her ear she would need to be on her
game.

Sin Incorporated. The name seemed so innocent on the creamy
business card. The black font was elegant, scrolling across the recycled
fibers. Dominick turned it over and over in his fingers. He’d worked hard,
trading favors and bribing others to get the number inked carefully on the back
of the small piece of paper.

He almost felt guilty about his deception, but if he wanted
to talk to Victoria he needed to do something. She’d built too many walls
between her and the outside world.
You’re stalking her.
He sighed. He
wasn’t really stalking her, he just wanted a minute to connect with her, to let
her see into him and see that he wasn’t like her other men.

From the first time he’d seen her he’d known that they were
fated to be together, if she’d just give him a little time. He’d walked into a
planning meeting with a bunch of other techno-magic guys, assuming they were
going to be working on some top-secret defense contract. That was what he did
for a living, building security into technology so even the best supernaturals
couldn’t use their powers to coerce the electronics.

They’d entered the boardroom together, chatting about a
hockey game they’d watched the night before. The people sitting around the
large table had let him know that the best in the business had been contracted
for this new job. Dominick had sat, anticipating the arrival of the military or
government official who would fill them in.

As a single unit, all heads in the room had turned to the
doorway when a wave of strong demon magic had washed through the room. His jaw
had dropped when a beautiful woman had sauntered into the room. A black
business suit wrapped around her lush body like a glove. Her legs, long and
perfect, had been visible under the knee-length pencil skirt. Breasts that a
goddess would be jealous of had adorned her chest. A very small amount of cleavage
had peeked from between the lapels of her jacket. Dark hair had been pulled
into a severe twist on the back of her head, but he would have bet money that
it was long and wavy.

She’d given off an aura of indifference and exotic energy,
but it had been the look of disconnect in her gorgeous violet eyes that had
caught him. His heart had raced and fluttered in his chest. It’d taken every
ounce of personal strength not to step into her energy and take her in a
searing kiss. He wanted to burn the walls down between them and feel her
passion wrap around his soul.

Even as she sat at the head of the executive table and
talked about funding and proposals for work, he hadn’t been able to keep his
mind on the conversation. He’d spent the entire meeting watching her, studying
the small nuances of her behavior. It hadn’t taken long for him to pick up her
energy signature and focus his thoughts on her. He’d seen into her heart faster
than he’d ever done with another supernatural. His talents extended beyond the
techno-magic he could conjure, even if he didn’t tell many people. Aura-surfing
or aura-channeling was fairly unique even in the circles he traveled in.
Normally he didn’t even pull those powers to the front, but Victoria had
triggered the need to
feel
her.

That meeting had started his obsession with getting to know
her, with finding out whether he could bring her a small measure of happiness
to push off the bleakness that he’d nearly drowned in when flitting along her
aura. How any person, demon or not, could survive with such loneliness and
emptiness, he wasn’t sure.

He’d learned so much more about her over the weeks that he’d
worked on the project, building safety into a phone system to guard the succubi
and their clients. She’d been present at most of the work sessions, answering
questions, studying their work. During the testing they had each been on the
receiving end of her thoughts. Even when she’d been dug into his mind he’d
still been able to feel her disconnect, her emptiness throbbing between them. Professionalism
had masked her deep-seated hatred of what she was.

Dominick looked at the clock on the top of his dresser and
felt his anxiety spike. He had three minutes before he could call the number.
He started chanting, building the mirage spell around himself, making sure to
mask his thoughts and personal signature. If she knew it was him before he was
ready to let her see, she’d pull the plug and he’d never get another chance to
talk to her. Just before picking up the phone, he downed the fortifying concoction
he’d made. It would help him to keep his strength while he held the spell, and
to keep his energy up while she fed from him.
Hopefully
.

His hand shook as he dialed. It had been a long time since
he’d used a landline phone. The cord that wound from his phone to the wall
seemed so antiquated, but the magic behind the system he’d helped to build was
anything but ancient. Dominick, James and a few other warlocks had spent weeks
working the magic that allowed the Sin Inc. employees to safely feed during their
sexual encounters during the calls. No permanent harm came to anyone.
Fail-safes kept the energy flowing unless one of the participants started to
drain the other. The system was one he was extremely proud of. Some of the best
magic he’d ever worked was wound through it.

The first ring sounded loud through the earpiece. By the
third ring he was ready to hang up. Perhaps he had the wrong day or time. Maybe
she’d figured out what was going on and she wasn’t going to answer—

“Hello, lover.” Her voice was silk over ice, smooth and
cold. It shivered down his spine.

“Hello, Victoria. How are you this evening?” he whispered.

“I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” She chuckled and his cock
hardened. The sound of her voice, wicked and sensual, was enough to make him
want to come right then. Her next words flowed across his mind and he fought
the urge to keep her out. “Relax. Let me into your thoughts. Once I’m there we
can be together.”

The feeling was very similar to when he ate too much ice
cream or drank a soda too fast. Cold pressure, a slight pinch of pain, then it
melted away to nothing. He wondered whether she could sense that he was
shielding his identity from her. He waited, holding his breath, for her
reaction. When nothing happened he let his mind open enough to her to allow her
presence to enter his. She molded his senses, changing his surroundings,
building herself in his mind. His room melted away, replaced by a gorgeous
hotel room. He’d studied rooms for the last week, trying to find the absolute
best setting for their first session.

“Oh, lover, your cravings are so dark and delicious. I see
so many things you wish for me to do to you and you hope to do to me,” she
purred in his ear. Warm breath feathered over his neck and long, slender
fingers ran through his hair. “Who do you want me to be, lover? I will give you
anything you want, be anyone you need, just give me a picture.”

“I just want you, Victoria.”

She was silent for a moment. Cold words barely skimmed over
with her sexy, silky voice whispered into his ear. “You don’t know what I look
like though. Why don’t you tell me what you think I look like? Tell me, love,
what does my voice conjure for you? What sensual delights do you envision when
I whisper into your ear?”

He couldn’t help the mental slip. An image of her formed so
quickly and firmly in his thoughts that he wasn’t sure whether it was him or
her feeding it. She was sitting on a low, plush burgundy couch. Long black hair
fanned along the back of the dark fabric. Her body was covered in a flowing
midnight-blue sleeveless gown. Bare toes peeked from under the lace trim.
Creamy flesh looked nearly translucent surrounded by all those deep colors. Her
firm breasts filled her bodice almost to overflowing, hardened nipples poking
against the thin material. Violet eyes were half closed, staring at him with
longing. Just a touch of color rested on her cheeks from passion.

“You are so lovely, Victoria. Absolutely stunning.” He
breathed the words before he realized he’d spoken. He quickly fuzzed her image
enough in his head that she looked almost right, almost perfect, but not
exactly as she truly was. He mentally evaporated the mirror over the fireplace
before turning to stare at the vision of loveliness spread before him.

Victoria glanced down at the dress she was now wearing. She
couldn’t remember the last time one of her clients had her dressed in anything
so beautiful. It molded to the body she now wore perfectly, showing off her
curves. Her breasts were pushed up, her creamy skin glowing with a healthy
flush. For once she wished she could actually feel the passion her image was obviously
supposed to be feeling.

Turning to watch the male she was servicing, she found him
standing in shadow. His stare was intense and filled with wanting, but she
couldn’t see his face or catch his image from his thoughts. It was
disconcerting not to have complete control over their interaction. She wanted
to move along and get to the sex. She knew how to deal with lusty men, how to
work them over until they were sated and limp. This mysterious being watching
her as if she were prey was not usual for her. With a mental push she tried to
access his thoughts more deeply, to catch a glimpse of where their time was
going.

She found this male’s thoughts difficult to read, either
because he was new to her or because he just had a strong mental defense. She
worked to give him what he wanted, to take their thirty minutes and extend it
in his mind so it felt as if they were together for hours. The struggle to
access his desires made her grunt in exasperation. Even the level of lust she
could feel tickling her succubus self was muted somehow.

“Come, lover. You need to release some control on your mind
so I can fulfill your needs.”

“You will take care of me, and I you. Don’t worry about
that. I wanted to see you like this first.” His deep voice filtered through her
icy walls and gave her a shiver. He continued and she felt the first tinglings
of her own desire, surprised by her body’s reaction. “Lie back and relax. Feel.
I want to taste you before I bury myself in your heat, sweet Victoria.”

It should have bothered her that he continued to use her
name even if she looked like someone else. It should have irritated her that
her body was reacting to his voice even when she knew that he wasn’t seeing
her. Instead she found herself following his orders and sinking onto the couch,
relishing the feel of the softness wrapping around her back and legs.

The brushed velvet of her dress rubbed against peaked
nipples, pulling a moan from her lips, startling her. She could actually feel
it. The smoothness of the fabric, cool and silky, lay tightly across her
breasts. Every breath she took caused the material to glide across her skin.
She took another, deeper breath just to see what feelings that would elicit.
Warm liquid heat pooled between her thighs. She caught herself humming under
her breath at the deliciousness of it.

Her eyes closed and she let her head fall back against the
couch. Her dress slid across her legs and she moaned a little. Goose bumps rose
along her legs and a slight tremor shook her belly. Had she ever felt anything
so sensual? She couldn’t remember ever allowing herself to feel anything for so
long in her work or life. Maybe this time, with this man, she could let go and
pretend to be seen. When was the last time she’d actually made love with
anyone? Years?

“That’s it, sweetheart.”

She opened her eyes and found her client standing not far
from the couch, but still he remained in the shadows. Strange, but some of the
males they serviced were demons who didn’t have forms that a typical person
could look upon. Form and function didn’t matter in her line of work. Their
bodies weren’t actually touching, so the form that any of them took was
inconsequential.

His magic washed over her and something tugged at her
memory. She’d felt his signature before someplace, but where? Before she could
concentrate too much on it, she watched him kneel in front of her. Warm hands
settled on her naked ankles and she gasped. With the first touch the man’s lust
soaked into her aura, overwhelming her control for a moment. She closed her
eyes and let the emotion fill her, feeding the hungry beast that lived where
her soul used to be. Her demon part woke and stretched in her mind, giddy with
the influx of pure need pouring off the male. Letting the energy enter her made
her pussy cream and for once she wasn’t disgusted by the reaction.