Paranormal Romance Author

Annie Nicholas

Writing Romance with Bite


Chapter One

Day seven of my cycle

Cold iron bit into my wrists when I rolled on my side and turned my back toward the door. The insistent knocking drilled into my aching head. I stifled a moan. If I stayed real quiet maybe they’d leave, thinking the motel room was empty. From the searing pain in my abdomen and the weakening demands of my inner demon, I only had a few hours left to live.

The crack of wood splintering replaced the pounding. I jerked at the sharp noise and twisted around. Hanging on the hinges, my door had smashed open. Someone flicked the switch on and the lights burned my sensitive eyes. I tried to shield my face with my hand but the chains holding the manacles around my wrists clanked and held my arm inches from the mattress.

“No.” I yelled. “Get out!” My chains rattled as I lunged at them. They snapped me back against the mattress and my head flopped on the pillow as a surge of sexual frustration flooded my system. My demon nature had quieted to a dull roar since yesterday but the scent of males had awoken the beast. It roared inside my head and clawed to retake control of my body. “Yes, stay,” it whispered.

Two people strode into the room. Light haloed around them so I couldn’t make any details. “Close the door, Cooper.” The shorter one knelt by my bed. “You look terrible for a succubus.”

I blinked my eyes until I could focus, and cleared my throat. “Get the fuck out.” I just wanted to die and take my demon with me.

The young man tilted his head to the side as if confused. Blond with blue eyes the same shade as a tropical sea, he didn’t look much older than nineteen. “I’m here to rescue you, sweetheart.” He caressed my cheek and all thoughts of saving him stopped on a dime.

I leaned into his touch and purred. “Yes, let me go.” My demon fought me for control.

He jumped to his feet and stepped back, his gaze caressing my body as if trying to decide where to start undressing me. “Fuck.”

I’d seen human males react to me this way. The hungrier I grew, the more they would want me. Neither of us could control that reaction. 

My body would pump fuck-me pheromones in the air until it was fed.

The second man came into my view, a little taller than the blond, with tawny hair down to his muscled shoulders. His thread bare t-shirt and faded jeans clung to all the right places. “What’s wrong?”

“Look at her body. She’s emaciated. Someone left her here to starve.” He watched me as I struggled against my chains.

I could only sit in the back of my head and scream in silence. What I called my demon nature was really a survival instinct. It grew more powerful when I got too hungry. I’d find myself humping some schmuck behind a Dumpster if I didn’t feed every three days. This was day seven.

I shuddered. This drive to orgasm was what ruined my life. All I ever wanted was to be loved. Why could every other creature have it but my kind?

The blond searched the bathroom, the closet and under my bed. “I don’t think it’s a trap. If it was, they would have set her loose on us by now.”

“A trap?” Tawny, gorgeous Cooper retreated to the door. “You said we were here to help her.” He readjusted the crotch of his tight jeans. His gaze wandered back to me and he swallowed hard.

“We are, but I wasn’t expecting this. Her father said she’d run away but this looks more like a kidnapping.”

“Well, unchain her and let’s go.”

The blond grew still and glared at Cooper. Suddenly, he didn’t seem nineteen anymore and the power radiating off him sent my supernatural Richter scale off the chart. So, not human, which explained how he knew my father.

Cooper shrank against the door, his gaze pinned to the cheap carpeting. “Sorry.”

“Sorry, what?”

“Sorry, master.” His voice shook.

“Use your fucking nose and see if you can pick up the scent of whoever chained her to the bed.” The master ran a finger along the sole of my foot.

I rolled my hips, inviting him to take off the yoga pants. I wanted his hands on my skin, not teasing my feet. No, no touching, no feeling. I clawed at the demon. I wouldn’t lose this time.

Cooper had walked around the room sniffing at random areas. “It’s hard to pinpoint scents in motel rooms, Zur-Sin. There’s too much traffic, but hers are the freshest and I don’t pick up anything else as new.”

That name snapped both me and my demon out of our horny trance. Oh, shit. I’d heard of him. If the devil was a rock star, Zur-Sin was his lead guitarist.

“Look at her.” There was a touch of awe in Zur-Sin’s voice. “Starved and in desperate need of a shower, yet she’s got me eager enough to cum in my pants like I was fifteen all over again.” He glanced at his erection, then at Cooper’s. “You too. Now that’s power.” He pulled out his phone and took a picture of me. “See? I’m even sending proof to Flynn.”

“No!” I cried out. Fear of hurting my father somehow trumped my demon for a second and gained control again.

“Oops, too late.” He shook his head. “What am I going to do with you, Pia?”

I kicked at Zur-Sin’s hand. “Don’t touch me.” Oh God, yes please. Touch, kiss, lick…

Cooper was searching the drawers. “Flynn paid us to find her. You can’t keep her.” He hesitated and shot Zur-Sin a quick glance. “Master.”

“We found her.”

Cooper rubbed his temples. “How did I ever let myself get talked into this? He’s going to be so mad.” That was the understatement of the year. My father ruled Lake City. He wouldn’t get mad. He’d get even, with interest.

Zur-Sin unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a body that equaled his reputation. Oh god, I could eat him up, vomit, and do it all over again.

I turned my head away so he wouldn’t see my tears. I was so tired. How much longer could I fight?

He set his shirt on the back of the chair and worked on his pants.

Cooper made a face of disgust. “Are you out of your mind?” He forgot to address his master properly again.

“We have to feed her. If we release her, she’ll feed from us anyway and probably everyone in this motel. We can’t transport her back to Lake 

City in this state. Get undressed.”

“I can’t take her against her will.” Cooper actually placed himself between me and his master. “I can’t let you do it either.” He clenched his fists as if ready to fight.

Zur-Sin glanced at me over Cooper’s shoulders and addressed me. “Shifters are so dramatic. The wolves are the worst.” He grabbed Cooper by the throat so fast I didn’t see his arm move. “We’re not raping her. We’re feeding her. She’s a succubus. That means she needs sex to live, and from the looks of her I think she’s on the verge of dying. Flynn won’t pay us if we return with a corpse.” He set Cooper aside. “Go outside and guard the door. I’ll call you if she needs more than what I can give.”

Cooper couldn’t look at me. I wanted to tell him it was okay. This wasn’t the first time a stranger took advantage of my hunger and unfortunately, since they’d found me too soon, it probably wouldn’t be the last. He shuffled out of the room.

I turned my attention to Zur-Sin, who was already naked, cock in hand, and scowled. The worst part? My own chains kept me prisoner for him to force feed me.

“Let’s get this over with before whoever chained you returns.” He pulled my yoga pants down to my chained ankles.

The touch of his hands on my skin crested my hunger to such a painful peak I cried out. Damn demon tried clawing through me. Tears spilled from my eyes. It hurt. No, I wouldn’t let her win.

He crawled on top of me. “I promise. I’ll kill the bastard who did this, slowly. I will even let you watch if you want.” The dirty bastard lifted my shirt and exposed my breasts. He didn’t need access to the girls to feed me.

I arched back and tried to knee him in the crotch. “Nobody did this to me.” My chains saved his balls since I didn’t have enough slack to finish the move.

His eyes went wide as he pinned my legs under him. “What?”

Twisting my body under him, I elbowed him under the chin. The strike jolted my funny bone and I cried out at the sharp pain.

Blood trickled from Zur-Sin’s lip. “Fuck.” He pinned my upper arms to the bed as well. “Stop it. I’m trying to save you.”

“Leave me alone. I don’t want to feed.” Pushing those words past my demon’s control, I was tired of being its slave. It wrecked everything. No one would ever love me if I had to be a slut. Even as I said the words my demon half wrapped my legs around Zur-Sin’s hips. Fighting was futile. That’s why I’d chained myself to the bed after my fourth day. My demon nature couldn’t feed if it couldn’t escape the room. I hadn’t expected take-out to show up.

“You did this on purpose?” He grew very still and his real age showed again. It weighed upon me, crushing my soul and my will. “You won’t die today, Pia.” He thrust his hard cock inside me without even checking if I was ready.

I was, though. I’d been ready since my third day in this motel. Days four and five were a blur. I did recall gnawing on my wrist to break free on day six. Luckily I didn’t have shifter teeth. By this morning my demon side had retreated, resigned to conserve what little energy we had left until the rescue duo crashed in here.

He pumped his hips harder and faster, his breath hitching in my ear.

Somehow I managed to beat the demon. Where had this discipline been a week ago when I had really needed it? Things would have been so different.

The burn of his entry set me on fire. The demon struggled against the chains in an attempt to reach Sin’s body, to feel his taut muscles slide under his skin as he tried to bring both of us pleasure. The demon had my body but I still controlled my mind. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want him. I was done being a parasite. I was done breaking hearts. Especially my own.

Zur-Sin shuddered and grew still upon me while out of breath. Leaning up on his elbow, he assessed my face. “You still look starved. Didn’t that do anything?”

I turned my face away and stared at the same spot on the wall I’d been watching for days.

“Hey.” He tucked his finger under my chin and turned my face toward him. “What did I do wrong?”

I clenched my teeth so the demon wouldn’t speak in my voice.

He rolled off me and pulled his phone out of his pocket from the pants on the floor. “I can’t imagine a more awkward conversation than having to ask your daddy how to fuck you.”

I narrowed my gaze. He wouldn’t dare.

He hit a button and I heard the number dial.

“Stop it!” I sprang against my restraints to knock the phone from his hand, only to be snapped back on the bed. The worn abrasions on my wrists began to bleed once more and I screamed mindlessly.

Zur-Sin’s gaze riveted to the blood leaking from my injuries, then he hung up. “Tell me how to feed you.” The command in his voice came with a practiced ease of someone who expected everyone to obey.

“I’m the one who has to orgasm, dumbass.”

“What did you call me?” The genuine shock on his face would have made me laugh a few weeks ago. Now, it just made me tired. His eyes flashed from baby blue to soulless black. I’d just assumed he was Cooper’s dominant pack mate. Nope. He stretched his jaw open while his fangs extended. That explained the power surge I’d felt before.


He sat on the edge of my bed and licked the drips of blood from my wrists. He smacked his lips. “Lacks any flavor. You’ve really depleted yourself. Cooper!” He rose as the shifter hurried inside and he pointed at me. “She needs an orgasm to feed.” He slapped Cooper on the back. “Don’t let her down.” The vampire went into the bathroom. “Don’t take all night, either. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.”

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