Chapter 1
“Ohfuck!Ohyes,baby! YES!”
Her screams were making my ears twitch, it was like nails on a chalkboard, and nothing about that was sexy. It almost wasn't worth the power dump. I was at the point that I was just fucking her fast and hard to get this shit over with. I was good at what I did though, so I made an effort. I lifted her leg to get the angle she needed and stuffed her good and deep until she squealed like a pig.
My magic activated, feeling the pull of conquering her body, and it started to release. My power built on the outside, vibrating off my skin, and as soon as I claimed that orgasm, my energy transferred over to the low-level succubus I was currently fucking.
It was my own brand of ecstasy, the release of the power I kept tightly inside. Power that could cause destruction and chaos if I lost control of it for even a second. The only way for me to transfer some of my magic safely, and take the edge off my strict control, was to conquer something or someone.
This chaotic, destructive, and harmful power was my cross to bear, but at least I didn’t have to carry it all alone. My three brothers and I were constantly trying to find ways to release slips of power, to find a few minutes’ release from the constant strain of the apocalyptic energy brewing inside of us. We also had to be careful about who we transferred that power to.
We learned the hard way humans could only hold a small touch of our power before turning into balls of destruction themselves. That was why we typically stuck to the others—Demons, Angels, and other supernatural beings who could hold more magical power. We had yet to find anyone who could hold more than ten percent of what we held day in and day out, and it was getting tiring.Downright discouraging at times.
Which brought me back to the demoness below me. As soon as my power was transferred, I yanked my dick out, tucked myself back in, and zipped up my pants as quickly as I could.
She pushed up off the desk, breathy, eyes glazed, legs dangling over the edge I just fucked her on, and stuck her lip out. “Leaving so soon?”
I resisted rolling my eyes at the idiot. This was also why my brothers and I usually stuck with our regulars—the ones who knew the deal and didn't try for what they wouldn't get—but my regular, Kara, was running a job for her master, and couldn't make our scheduled time. She promised me that this new girl could fulfill my needs, and she did, but I was accustomed to a much better level of service.
Ugh. It’s just so hard to find adequate workers nowadays.
“This is the deal, darling, but you should have a full tummy, so let's not complain.” I lifted my shirt off the chair by the collar, sliding my arms through the Egyptian cotton, custom button-down I favored. It was just the right type of high quality with practicality that I liked to spend my money on.
The succubus closed her legs and hopped down, clicking her way over to me in her knockoff heels. “Oh yes, my tummy is nice and full.” She licked her lips at the taste of my power. “It's just that most clients want something after…”
“I'm not like your other clients.” I quickly said, “And if, for some reason, I ever have to use your services again, understand that you offer a service to me, and once that service is done, there is no need for us to communicate further. Capiche?” I snapped as a tension headache started to work its way up my skull.
I didn’t know why I was in such a foul mood, but I was taking it out on the poor idiot who fucked like it was her job: boring and unenjoyable. I made a quick note to tell Kara that this one needed to be trained all over again.
I released a sigh of annoyance as she stared at me with her mouth gaping, eyes wide and starting to turn glossy. I bet no one ever talked to her like that before. As a succubus I was sure she had only ever been told how beautiful or sexy or amazing she was, and I’d bet all the money in my bank account that she had a little bit of a puffed-up ego over it; most young succubi do. I reminded myself that I didn’t want to be the one to burst that bubble, so I softened my eyes as I looked at her.
“Look, I'm not feeling well. Just take the money off the end table at the door and we can call it a day. Okay?”
She snapped out of it as soon as I mentioned the money and click-clacked her way to the table.
She counted the bills and turned to me. “Pleasure doing business. Please let me know if you ever need me again, Stud.” Then she winked at me and headed out of my office door. I shook my head, knowing that I would most definitely not be calling on her again, but decided that was to be another day's problem.
The phone on my desk beeped and I reached over to press the intercom. “Now that you are done, sir, you have Mr. Schwab on the phone for you,” Delores, my sixty-year-old secretary, curtly said.
“Put him on hold,” I called out, sighing over the monotony of it all as I looked out of my office window at the city of New York. The owner of the firm could wait. I was the best broker on Wall Street. I owned him with the deals I made and the financial world I conquered.
I placed my hands in my pockets, sagging against my desk as I gazed out at the city—the city I once thought I’d never be bored with—but my heart didn’t race the way it used to. I was at the top of a skyscraper in Manhattan and I felt nothing. I felt an emptiness inside of me start to grow, the gray dullness starting to fill the crevices of my heart, and I didn’t know what to do about it. It was unsettling. Maybe I needed a vacation? But that would involve convincing my brothers, and that was a chore all of its own, but I never backed down from a chance to win.
I kicked off the side of my desk and walked around to pick up the phone. “Con West here.”
I listened to the idiot owner for the next fifteen minutes tell me how wonderful I had been doing, how much money I'd made the firm, but I didn't pay attention. I was trying to figure out the best argument I could make with my brothers to get away for a little bit to recharge or at least to get a change in scenery.
Iopenedthedoorto our penthouse to War screaming at the TV.
“I will fucking find your ass, fuck it, tear it out, and feed it back to you, you cocky little shit!”
Soooo he was playing one of his violent video games in the living room, teaching little kids how to come up with new and inventive ways to cuss someone out online.
I walked down the hallway to see he was indeed on the couch, bouncing around as he bellowed more expletives, telling whoever he was playing with that they had cheat codes and that was the only reason they won.
I looked at him for a second, his hair long and wild, eyes alight with the fight of a hundred men, and laughed like a jackal. He was the brother I was always able to convince to do anything as long as I promised it was going to be violent and bloody. Being the famed apocalyptic horseman, War, will do that to you. I watched as the tiniest blip of power vibrated off him and into the gaming console, on its way to the human he had riled up so much his power called to him. My brother took a breath, then shut the game off and turned towards me.
“It's your turn for dinner, right? I'm starving!” He put his hand on his stomach when it rumbled as if on cue.
