Free Web NovelChapter 89: Chapter 88: Accidental Enthrallment
Eve needed air.
After the emotional confrontation with Silas, after seeing his battered face and feeling his anguish through their connection, She needed space to breathe. To think. To process everything that had happened in the last forty-eight hours.
The training session with Elder Markov had been postponed. Even he recognized that Eve was operating on emotional fumes, that pushing her powers right now would be dangerous for everyone involved.
So she’d escaped to the gardens.
It was late afternoon, the sun casting long shadows across the meticulously maintained grounds. Sarah’s roses were indeed in full bloom, their fragrance heavy in the warm air. Eve found a secluded bench near the back of the garden, partially hidden by a trellis covered in climbing jasmine.
She sat down heavily, letting her head fall back against the wooden slats, and closed her eyes.
Cain’s golden eyes. His hand on her throat. "Soon, little mate."
Eve shuddered, trying to push the memory away. But it clung to her like smoke, refusing to dissipate. The fear. The arousal. The terrible certainty that when Cain finally claimed her, it would either make her or destroy her.
"—can’t believe you convinced me to come out here," a female voice said, breaking through Eve’s thoughts.
Eve’s eyes snapped open. The voice was coming from the other side of the trellis, close enough that she could hear clearly but separated by the thick curtain of jasmine.
"You love the gardens," a male voice responded, low and amused. "Besides, we never get time alone anymore. Always pack business, always...."
"Always watching the drama with the new Luna," the female finished. "Gods, did you feel that power spike yesterday? When Cain surfaced?"
"Everyone felt it," the male said. "Scared the shit out of half the pack. Made the other half....." He paused. "Never mind."
"Made the other half what?" The female voice turned teasing. "Made them aroused? You can admit it, Marcus. I felt it too. That much raw power, that much dominance....it does things to you." ƒrēewebnovel.com
Marcus. Eve recognized the name....Marcus Junior, the young warrior who’d volunteered for her energy draining practice. And based on the female voice, that was probably his mate, though Eve couldn’t remember her name.
"Lily," Marcus said, his voice dropping lower, more intimate. "Don’t start something you’re not prepared to finish."
Lily laughed, the sound sultry and knowing. "Who says I’m not prepared?"
Eve knew she should announce her presence. Should cough or stand up or make some noise to let them know they weren’t alone. But something stopped her....a prickling awareness at the base of her skull, a warmth spreading through her belly that had nothing to do with the afternoon sun.
Her succubus nature was waking up, responding to the sexual tension crackling in the air just beyond the trellis.
"We’re in the middle of the garden," Marcus protested, though his voice had gone rough with desire. "Anyone could see...."
"Then we better be quick," Lily purred. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
The sound of kissing reached Eve’s ears....wet, desperate, hungry. She should leave. Should stand up and walk away right now before this went any further.
But her body wouldn’t move.
Instead, she found herself reaching out with her newly developed energy-reading ability, curious despite herself. The moment she focused on the couple beyond the trellis, their auras blazed to life in her mind’s eye.
Marcus’s energy was warm amber and copper....strong, vital, masculine. Lily’s was rose gold and crimson....feminine, sensual, inviting. And where their bodies pressed together, their auras mixed and swirled in a dance of building desire.
It was beautiful. Hypnotic.
Eve watched their energy merge and separate, pulse and flow, and felt her own arousal building in response. This was different from feeding during sex with her mates. This was voyeuristic, forbidden, watching something she wasn’t meant to see.
"Touch me," Lily gasped between kisses. "Please, Marcus, I need...."
"I know what you need," Marcus growled.
More sounds...fabric rustling, a zipper being lowered, Lily’s sharp intake of breath. Eve’s fingers dug into the bench, her thighs pressing together as heat pooled between her legs.
She shouldn’t be listening to this. Shouldn’t be getting aroused by it.
But then she felt something shift inside her....a pulling sensation, like a thread being drawn taut. Her succubus nature was reaching out, drawn by the sexual energy being generated just beyond the trellis. And before Eve could stop it, before she even fully understood what was happening, that thread connected.
Lily moaned....loud and shameless....and Eve felt the spike in her arousal like a physical touch.
"Fuck," Marcus cursed. "What...why do you feel so....?"
"I don’t know," Lily panted. "But don’t stop. Gods, don’t stop. I’ve never been this wet this fast."
Eve’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what she’d done. Somehow, without meaning to, she’d projected her own arousal onto the couple. Had amplified their desire with her own, creating a feedback loop of lust that was spiraling out of control.
She tried to pull back, to sever the connection, but it was like trying to stop a river with her bare hands. The energy was flowing now, feeding on itself, and Eve was caught in the current.
"Right here," Lily demanded. "I need you inside me right now. I don’t care if someone sees...."
The sound of more fabric, then Lily’s broken cry as Marcus apparently obliged her demand. Eve could see it in their energies....the moment he entered her, the way their auras merged completely, blazing brighter and hotter.
And she could feel it.
Not physically, but through the connection her succubus nature had established. She felt Lily’s pleasure as Marcus filled her, felt Marcus’s satisfaction at his mate’s desperate response. It flooded into Eve in waves, feeding her hunger, making her gasp and squirm on the bench.
"So tight," Marcus groaned. "Lily, you’re....fuck...."
"Harder," Lily begged. "I need it harder. Need....oh gods, yes, like that...."
The sounds of their coupling filled the air....skin slapping against skin, breathless moans, Marcus’s grunts of effort. Eve was frozen, unable to look away from the energetic display even though she couldn’t see the physical act. Their auras were moving in rhythm now, building toward something explosive.
She was feeding from them. Actively, continuously feeding from their pleasure. And the worst part....the absolutely horrifying part....was that she couldn’t stop. The connection was too strong, too instinctive. Her succubus nature had latched onto this source of sexual energy and refused to let go.
"I’m close," Lily gasped. "Don’t stop, I’m so close...."
Eve felt it building in the other woman....felt the orgasm approaching like a tidal wave. And when Lily came, screaming Marcus’s name without any care for who might hear, Eve felt it crash into her with devastating force.
Her own body convulsed, a sympathetic orgasm ripping through her even though no one was touching her. She bit down on her hand to muffle her cry, her thighs clamping together as pleasure pulsed through her in relentless waves.
Marcus followed seconds later, his groan of completion vibrating through the connection. The rush of his release, the satisfaction and possessive pride and deep love for his mate....it all poured into Eve, feeding her so thoroughly that she felt drunk on it.
When it finally ended, Eve slumped against the bench, panting and trembling. Beyond the trellis, she could hear Marcus and Lily’s labored breathing, their soft murmurs of affection as they came down from their high.
"That was..." Lily’s voice was awed. "I don’t know what came over us, but that was incredible."
"Best sex we’ve had in months," Marcus agreed, sounding equally dazed. "Maybe we should sneak off to the gardens more often."
They had no idea. No clue that their sudden, overwhelming need for each other had been influenced by Eve’s presence. That she’d accidentally enthralled them into public sex and then fed from their pleasure like a parasite.
Eve wanted to be sick.
She was dangerous. Elder Markov had been right.....her powers were developing too fast, manifesting in ways she couldn’t control. What if she did this again? What if she accidentally influenced an entire room full of people, made them lose control, turned them into mindless slaves to lust?
"We should get back before someone notices we’re gone," Lily said, her voice still breathy with satisfaction.
More sounds of fabric being adjusted, quiet laughter, a final kiss. Then footsteps heading away from the garden, back toward the main house.
Eve waited until she was certain they were gone before she finally moved. Her legs were shaky as she stood, her body still humming with the stolen pleasure. She felt overfull, like she’d gorged herself at a feast, and the guilt sat heavy in her stomach.
"Well," a familiar voice drawled from somewhere behind her. "That was quite a show."
Eve spun around, her heart leaping into her throat.
Damon leaned against a tree about twenty feet away, half-hidden in shadows. But there was no mistaking the predatory gleam in his green eyes, the knowing smirk on his lips, or the obvious bulge straining against his pants.
He’d been watching. The entire time.
"Damon, I...." Eve started, but he pushed off the tree and stalked toward her with deliberate slowness.
"You what?" he asked, his voice a dark purr. "Didn’t mean to make them fuck like animals in the middle of the garden? Didn’t mean to sit there watching, feeding from them, getting yourself off on their pleasure?"
Eve’s face burned. "It was an accident. I couldn’t stop it...."
"Couldn’t?" Damon circled her slowly, like a wolf sizing up prey. "Or didn’t want to?"
"I tried to pull back...."
"Not very hard." He stopped in front of her, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. "I watched you, little dancer. Watched the way you squirmed on that bench. Watched you bite your hand to keep from crying out. Watched you come from nothing but their energy flowing into you."
His hand shot out, gripping her chin firmly. "You liked it. Liked watching them lose control. Liked knowing you caused it. Liked feeling powerful enough to make two mated wolves fuck desperately in a public garden."
"No," Eve protested, but it sounded weak even to her own ears.
"Liar." Damon’s thumb brushed over her bottom lip. "I can smell your arousal, Eve. Can see how your pupils are blown wide, how your pulse is racing. You’re turned on right now, aren’t you? Turned on by what you did. By what you are."
Eve couldn’t answer. Couldn’t deny it. Because he was right.....underneath the guilt and horror, there was dark satisfaction. Power. The intoxicating knowledge that she could influence people’s desires without even trying.
"I’m a monster," she whispered.
"No," Damon corrected, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that made her knees weak. "You’re a succubus. A powerful, hungry, dangerous succubus who’s finally starting to embrace what she is. And fuck, Eve....." His eyes darkened with pure lust. "That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen."
Before she could respond, he bent and threw her over his shoulder in one smooth motion.
"Damon!" Eve gasped, grabbing onto his shirt for balance. "What are you....put me down...."
"Not a chance." He started walking toward the house, one hand clamped possessively on her ass. "You got yourself all worked up watching other people fuck. Now I’m going to show you what it feels like to be on the receiving end."
"We can’t....people will see....."
"Good," Damon said cheerfully. "Let them see. Let them know that their Luna is being carried to bed by her mate. Let them wonder what I’m going to do to you once I get you alone."
Eve’s protests died in her throat as heat flooded through her. The exhibitionist part of Damon’s personality was on full display, and despite her embarrassment, her traitorous body responded with enthusiasm.
They passed two pack members in the hallway....both immediately averting their eyes and pressing themselves against the wall in submission. Damon just laughed, clearly enjoying their discomfort.
When they got to the master bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind them and dropped Eve onto the bed with enough force to make her bounce.
"Strip," he commanded, already pulling his own shirt over his head. "Everything off. Now."
Eve’s hands moved to obey before her brain caught up. Something about the alpha command in his voice, the predatory intensity in his eyes....it bypassed her conscious mind and spoke directly to her succubus nature.
Which apparently really liked being ordered around.
She pulled off her sweater, her leggings, her underwear, until she was completely bare before him. Damon’s gaze raked over her body with obvious appreciation, lingering on her breasts, the curve of her hips, the wetness already glistening between her thighs.
"Look at you," he murmured, finishing undressing himself. "Already soaked. From watching Marcus fuck Lily? Or from knowing I’m going to fuck you even harder?"
