So I've been a pretty lousy blogger lately. I'm sorry! If I had interesting stuff to talk about, I'd post it here. I'm sure no one wants a run down of the dayjob work projects or what I had for lunch or the fact that husband and I have been marathoning 'Deadliest Catch' like it's going out of style.
Nope! Here's a snippet of MY FAIR SUCCUBI instead. This one is for all you Noah fans. (You're out there, right? Right.)
The concrete was cold and dusty against my bare feet, and I tiptoed quietly, peering at each door as I passed it. Every cell looked identical to the one I'd been held in - the window had been knocked out and replaced with bars, and each one was locked with a biometric key. I peered into one or two but I hadn't seen Noah. It concerned me a little, but I forced myself to continue down, past each door, all the way to the end of the hall. And at the last door, I peered in and saw a faint shape bent over on the side of the cot, elbows resting on his knees. His head was down in a defeated pose, and his fists were clenched.
Poor sweet Noah. My heart fluttered at the sight of him, so defeated. It was probably killing him that he wasn't able to protect me. I felt a surge of affection and swiped the badge against the reader quickly. Like clockwork, the red light flashed to green and the lock unbolted.
Noah didn't get up.
"Noah?" I whispered. "Noah, are you all right?"
No response. His hand clenched, and then unclenched slowly, so I knew he was awake. Worry shot through me, momentarily overriding my lust. "Noah?"
"Leave me," he said in a harsh voice.
What on earth was he talking about? I stared at him through the door, puzzled, then moved inside, crossing the cold floor on bare feet. The heavy door slid shut behind me, locking into place again, and I clutched the badge close. "Noah, are you all right? I'm here to get you out of here. We have to escape."
He shook his head slowly, as if trying to deny my words.
This was getting ridiculous. I moved to his side and went to touch his shoulder. "Come on, Noah."
Before I could touch it, his hand whipped out and trapped mine by the wrist. The word burned into my flesh hurt like a bitch. Before I could complain, he moved forward a fraction, and leaned in close to my hand. Sniffed it.
Exhaled sharply.
"I smell two other men on you," he said, his voice a low growl.
What in the world? I tried to jerk my hand out of his. "Noah, I didn’t sleep with anyone. You’re jumping to conclusions."
He tilted his head back and regarded me. The expression on his face was raw with need. His eyes were so deep a blue that they glowed in the dark, and the set of his jaw was firm, unyielding.
"Tell me who I smell."
A command. Oh great, we were going to play this game? I tried to jerk my hand out of his even as I answered. "Ariel and Ethan, probably."
His eyes darkened, his expression barely controlled.
"Don't be an ass, Noah." Oh lord, even him being completely batshit crazy was turning me on. I could feel my panties growing damp, felt my sex begin to heat. “Nothing happened. Listen to what I’m saying.”
"Your scent. You took two others for your need?" He slowly raised to his feet with slow, precise motions, not releasing my wrist from its death-grip in his. His eyes were blue, glowing slits of anger. "They brought me a woman and I refused her. Refused because I wished to stay loyal to you." His voice was hoarse with anger, almost unhinged. It brimmed with barely restrained force. His eyes seemed to flash purple with hunger and need. He was beyond rational thought.
"Noah, don't do this," I began in a husky voice. Do it, do it, my body was screaming. My sex was slick with need, and my breath was coming in small, excited pants. We didn’t have time to stop and feed our needs. I couldn't wait to get him alone in private, though. My libido was off the charts at the moment.
He stared at me with those insanely dark eyes, and leaned in and gently bit at the flesh of my palm, as if tasting me.
My knees went weak. "Noah--"
"Kneel.”
Good times, people. Good times. 
