Counterpart (Succubi & Incubi Assn.)

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next few months, until college starts up again.
    The parking lot behind the club was filled with cars. No people. It
almost seemed eerie with the single lamp from the street being your only way of
seeing. But that wasn't my main concern. As thought out as this plan was, I
needed to figure out what I was going to retrieve from the car as soon as I got
there.
    I pulled my keys out and unlocked the door. I was in luck when I saw
my lip gloss in the middle compartment. Thank you, devils.
    Now, I just needed to find a reason to touch him.
    “Do you smoke?” I asked, pulling out my cigarette packet and
retrieving one. I held the packet out for him and my demon was starting to get
anxious inside me. I could feel her scent building as it laced its way around
my abdomen and up my chest.
    “Yeah, thanks.” He reached over and grabbed a smoke, but by the time
he touched the cigarette, my demon's scent had already found her way around my
arms and cradled the packet. He flinched for a second and I noticed his eyes
dilate. He felt it. I knew he felt it. It still wasn't enough, but I couldn't
help but finally be excited that I was making progress.
    I threw my handbag in the car and leaned back against the backdoor.
I lit up my smoke and held the flame out for him to lean in and light his own.
I couldn't stop the smugness that revolved around me. The scent was starting to
take over him, and he was inching closer to my frame. My fingers played with
the fabric of my dress that I was forced into before this. The white material
apparently went great against my skin tone, and it made me seem innocent—all
Melinda's words.
    “It's a nice night tonight.” I leaned my head back and looked up at
the stars. I always loved watching the sky, even if it was shitty day. There
was just something so mysterious about it.
    “Yeah.” The single word sounded like a breath of air and I knew he
wasn't at all looking at the sky. I moved my eyes back down to him and pushed off
the car. The darkness of his eyes was hard to decipher. With the fact that he
already had dark eyes and the darkness of the night, I couldn't tell if he was
captivated or not.
    There was a slight stiffness to him, and I knew that was one sign
that he was under my persuasion. It was really all I could go on. “You seem
very tense,” I whispered, taking a slow step towards him. I circled us around
until his back was to my car, and I continued walking until he was right
against it.
    The tips of my shoes touched his and our chests brushed the
slightest. I brought my free hand up to trace the light stubble that was
growing on his jaw. There was a small spark as soon as our skin made contact.
It was normal. It was my way of knowing that my demon was ready. It felt like a
surge of adrenaline raced through your veins when at full contact. “Let me help
with that.”
    His eyes darkened the perfect black, and I knew it was time.
    My smoke fell to the ground and I stepped on it to put it out, not
caring that it was only half done. He did the same with his smoke, except he
seemed to have his concentration on me the whole time.
    His head leaned down and my lips touched lightly against his. I
immediately smelt the alcohol mixed with tobacco. Strong cologne lingered
around him and it stung as soon as it hit my nose. His hands were big and found
my hips quickly, slowly running his thumb over the fabric of my dress. I was
teasing him at first, touching his jaw with the tips of my fingers while my
lips gently traced the shape of his. I moved my palm over his cheeks and
threaded them into the silk strands of his hair. They felt like heaven between
my fingers, and I lightly gripped them, urging my fingers to lose themselves in
the midst of it. His body stiffened slightly against mine, his hands hesitantly
slid up my sides, towards my ribs.
    I could tell he was nervous, cautious about his bounds, but I was
hardly caring. It was as if a switch was turned on, and my demon let

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