COUNTERPART
A SUCCUBI & INUCUBI ASSN. NOVEL
By K.J Hunter-Brown
Copyright © 2013 K.J Hunter-Brown
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This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events and situations are the product of the author’s imagination.
Written, edited and published by K.J Hunter-Brown
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Dedication
To anyone who's everyone, be free, be real, be you.
Table of Contents
COUNTERPART
Copyright
Dedication
April 14th, 1878
Succubi & Incubi Rules
One – Friends with Benefits and Complications
Two – Am I The Only One That Can’t Stand College?
Three – Misinterpreted Distraction
Four – Drunk Maya And Alcohol Do Not Work Well Together
Five – When Things Turn To Shit, Just Call Daniel
Six – Reality Check
Seven – My Demons Reflection
Eight – Early Morning Drama
Nine – Maybe I Need Therapy
Ten – Detective Melinda
Eleven – A Lion Stalks Its Prey
Twelve – Are All Males Irritating?
Thirteen – I Really Should’ve Seen It Coming
Fourteen – Just Another Thing To Add To My List Of Dramas
Fifteen – Meet Bethany and Conrad
Sixteen - Guilt
Seventeen – Taste Of My Own Medicine
Eighteen – Just Give Me My Tequila, I’ll Be Good
Nineteen – Sometimes I Hate My Own Thoughts
Twenty – Blank Space
Twenty-One – People Get Crazy When Obsessed
Twenty-Two – Chilling Shadows
Twenty-Three – When The Truth Comes Out
Twenty-Four – Trust
Twenty-Five - Honesty
Twenty-Six – No Handcuffs
Twenty-Seven - Secrecy
Twenty-Eight – Still Friends with Benefits and Complications?
EXCLUSIVE PIECE FROM TRISTAN'S MIND
Acknowledgments
About the Author
April 14th, 1878Dear Beloved,
It has become one of my deepest regrets to not be there, standing by your side. I apologize in advance for the lack of ink quality but I am in a rush.
You are perhaps wondering why you have found this letter amongst your robes. The town has demanded my head on a stake. Unfortunately, it is not something I can face. I did not have time to brief you on my plans and do not have much time to tell you on paper. There is also the chance of another receiving this.
I have to leave, my love. I can not be here. I did not know that the people would find out about me, and now I have put a damper on our relationship.
The truth is I am what I am. You accepted me with open arms and I will never forget that, as I hope you will never forget me, but that is entirely your decision.
I am going in to hiding. Please do not look for me and please do not try to find me. I will never forgive myself if you get caught in the middle.
You must remember, Conrad, I love you. I will always love you. You are a part of me as I am a part of you.
I will find you, my love. When things calm down, I will find you.
Affectionately yours, Bethany Judith Smith
Succubi & Incubi Rules
Written and assigned by the Succubi and Incubi Association.
Let it be known that the one chosen to be a succubus/incubus must follow the rules:
He or she must be part of a neglected family. That way the secret will be kept between themselves and themselves only.
If a human is told about our secret, they will be watched over a short period of time. It is then up to the SIA if they want to terminate or bring the human in for questioning.
If a human finds out the secret and they are considered a threat, he or she along with the incubus or succubus will be terminated by the SIA immediately.
If a succubus or incubus is to kill a subject, they must make sure none of their DNA is upon the dead. If they are caught, the SIA will have to clean up the mess. So please, don't kill a human.
A succubus and incubus must not be involved romantically. There are consequences if you break this rule, and there are no exceptions.
Lastly, if you break any of the rules, watch out.
Dear newly born,
You have been chosen among billions of people to carry on the succubi and incubi legend. The reason of your choosing is basically because you're alone.
You will start feeling changes among you. A sexual charge will run through your body when it's ready. You will start seeing the opposite sex as a bunch of desperate people.
You must keep your secret quiet. You will meet other incubi and succubi like you as you discover the world. One of them could be your neighbor. They are the ones you can talk to freely about this.
There are no exceptions. This is a gift, one that will live with you forever. Well, that is until you screw up and decide to not follow the rules.
We'll be watching.
We are always watching.
Rosa Marina
Succubi and Incubi Association
One – Friends with Benefits and Complications
One thing a succubus like me hated was when a guy didn't know how to wake up and get the hell out.
“Hey.” I pushed against a broad shoulder. “You need to leave, man.”
A grumbled incoherent response followed and I rolled my eyes. “I don't care. You need to go.”
Brown messy styled hair finally moved, and the male lifted his head, causing me to smile. He was cute—no scratch that. He was completely and erotically sexy, and that was the truth, especially his eyes. They were like looking into a small, smooth, clear piece of aquamarine teal quartz, shadowed by dark lashes. I know that sounds very dramatic, but the fascination I have with them is there and pretty strong. It was hypnotizing.
Let’s not forget the sun-kissed tanned body that went with it, everything from ripped muscles to lip biting abs that made your insides melt instantly.
He was literally the dictionary definition of flawless and sexy.
But sadly, this definition had a girlfriend, which kind of makes the scene we were currently in so much more erotic and satisfying.
“What time is it?” his husky voice asked, the words still a cross between murmur and clear.
I knew from the time that I woke up that I was going to regret kicking him out, and I was already starting to feel it coming. But he needed to go. I had class, and I probably won't go if he stays. He had this hidden talent that seemed to make convincing me that much easier.
I looked over to the clock on my dresser, a sigh threatening to escape my lips. “6:30AM. you need to go.” My voice held impatience towards him. That was only because if he didn’t leave soon, I was fucked. I would be staying in. I wouldn't even care about class and neither would he.
This is why he needs to go.
“Fuck, Maya,” he groaned and buried his cute little face in my pillow. “You really know how to ruin something.” Slowly crawling off the bed he retrieved his jeans from the floor and proceeded to put them on. To my advantage, he kept his back to me, so it was obvious where my eyes were locked on. Watching him pull the jeans over his hips was starting to roll the regrets into my head.
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sp; Why did he have to have such a nice ass?
This was bad.
It wasn't as if we had sex last night—because we didn't—but the way a pool of heat was building inside my stomach was starting to annoy me. It was like I knew what it would feel like to have him inside me, his sweaty body pressing closely against mine. It was like he was projecting the image into my head with the way he was slowly moving to button his jeans up. I knew this was just my imagination making these images, creating the fantasy that I wished I could do, because that's all I can rely on right now.
My stupid imagination.
He started to turn and my eyes quickly moved away. Using the packet of cigarettes on my dresser, I pulled one out and lit it, all while keeping my facade up. “I’m sure you’ll survive, Tristan.”
Tristan James had been in and out of my life for the past two years—give or take a few months. We weren't the pair that was in those stupid 'Oh, I love you. No, I hate you now' relationships. We were in that 'Oh, you're so sexy, but no, I'm not sleeping with you' relationships—if you can really call that a relationship. It was more like close-friend-non-sex-ship... if that's even a thing. Then there was the obvious sexual tension between us that had grown and expanded over the months. It was pretty fucked up if you asked me.
If this was Facebook official, we'd be under 'It's complicated'. Then again, we'd be under nothing because I don't even have a Facebook account... and he has a girlfriend.
I seem to always forget that she exists.
My bare stomach was the only place I could stare without thinking about the guy next to me. The blanket that was so securely wrapped around me last night had been pushed down, and now the only thing between my sexual fantasy and I was about five feet of empty space.
Even I knew that Tristan was getting quite a view right now. Black lace was his favorite. I knew this, and in all honesty, that's why I wore it. I was almost at the point of regretting that too when I felt the bed dip down. I pulled the cigarette from my lips when the heat of his body started to wash over my skin. Soon enough, blue eyes were the only thing I could see.
It should be a crime to have those eyes.
“So I'll call you some time?” he asked, his eyes shifting down to my lips and I almost called off class altogether.
Move your eyes away, Maya. Do it.
I cleared my throat and shook my head. “Nope.” I did as my head told me and I went back to not looking at him. “This was a one-time deal, Tristan. I only did this because your girlfriend ditched you on your birthday. I'm sorry, but that's it.” I sure as hell wasn't here to make this harder for me—for us. It had already gone too far.
“Come on, Maya,” Tristan’s voice teased. My breath threatened to exhale raggedly when I felt his soft lips run along my bare shoulder. They trailed their way up the side of my neck until they settled below my ear, where he placed a light kiss that went straight to my sweet spot down below. “You know you want to.”
The fact that I could feel him smirking was the only thing keeping me sane. I knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted me to succumb to him. He wanted to finally see me want him—need him—just like he had been with me all this time.
“No.” I moved my head away before dirty images could form inside my head. “Unless you sort your girlfriend out, I'm not ready to be a boyfriend thief.”
And the award for biggest hypocrite goes to...
I risked a look in his direction and he was kneeling on my bed, wearing only the pair of jeans while his chest remained bare. It was such a distracting sight. Seeing every single inch of that perfectly worked out body was killing me by the second. Then I remembered how they felt last night, when my hands slid over them, taking their sweet time at feeling what they had been dying to feel.
My eyes moved up and I swear my breath hitched the slightest. The smallest amount of space known to man-kind was between our noses, and the temptation to close that distance was prodding at my brain.
I felt his eyes wander over my face, leaving a trail of heat along with it. There was even a point when they watched my lips momentarily. But as quickly as they were there, they were gone and staring back at mine. If it wasn't for the smirk still playing on his lips, I'd think I had won.
“Funny.” His fingers found my thigh and the tips of them tickled the skin up the side until they reached the fabric of my panties, where he lightly played with the material. At least I had the decency to put them on. “You didn't seem to think that last night.”
Exactly why I think I'm a hypocrite.
“Last night is something we won't talk about, ever,” I said. The last thing I needed was more rumors.
The room fell silent. I knew for a fact it had only been a few seconds that we were staring at each other, but it seriously felt like an hour. The smirk on his face had fallen down and the lips, that I adored so much, were pressed into a thin line.
I had won.
Planning to take my win to the next level, I almost broke the eye contact, but Tristan beat me to it. He didn't say anything, but his fingers had moved away from me, leaving the lingering feel of them ghosting on my flesh. After a brief nod to himself, he sighed, running a single hand through his messy short cut hair.
“Alright.” He pushed himself off the bed.
I watched him lean down and pick his shirt off the ground, his back muscles tensing with every step. Then he did something unexpected. He just walked out of my room, without a single glance back. I wasn't even sure why I was surprised by this—he wouldn't be the first guy to do that.
But still, he didn’t even say goodbye.
“Rude.” I sighed, letting my head fall back against the wall behind me. At least I could breathe now.
“Hey.” A single knock on my door sounded and I looked over to see my dorm-mate grinning widely.
Jamie Moore was considered my human best friend, due to the fact that she actually put up with my shit. For the past three semesters she never once judged me, or even asked why I was such a whore every second weekend. So I kept her around. She was safe. She was open-minded. Two things I wished I was.
The reason I say that she's my 'human best friend' is because that’s what she practically is. She knows nothing about my sexual desires, or the fact that I suck the lives out of men that fuck me off. The only thing she knows, is the fact I’m some reject from the Simmons family and have parent’s that don’t give a single shit about their children. So yeah, I didn’t think bringing up the demon thing would do any favors for anyone except make me the campus freak.
Jamie was gorgeous though, and sometimes I even thought she would make a good succubus—if she ditched the glasses and maybe curled her stick-straight brown hair—but there was some potential.
Who am I kidding? Jamie was the exact opposite to me. She was a classic nerd. She defined the stereotype for 'book worm' and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. She was fun most days, but when it came to essays or exams—well, anything that could hinder her life the slightest—she wasn't much fun.
Actually, if you disturbed her during those times, she can be a real bitch.
But that's why I love her.
“Good morning, sunshine,” I replied, a matching grin showing on my face. “You all packed and ready to go?”
Summer had started and that means goodbye to half the college population. Thank God.
Not that I was happy to see Jamie go—because I wasn't—I envied her right now.
The light green of her eyes brightened and she looked like a cartoon character as she nodded. “Of course, who would have thought I'd be cruising around the Caribbean for summer, huh?”
That's why I envied her. Because Jamie was such a top student, and she never let her parent's down, they decided to take her on a cruise around the Caribbean, while I was stuck at campus until my sister, Delilah decided to show up—which was a long stretch. She had called earlier and said she was going to be a couple of weeks late. Translation: I'm sorry, Maya, but I
just don't care enough to travel all the way to hang out with a sister I hardly see anyway. Seriously, I don't even remember how that phone call started. It was a waste of time and it practically ended with me telling her to just not bother, and that was that.
“Yeah, well, I'm sure you'll have fun in the sun,” I said in my most I'm so happy for you voice, which admittedly wasn't that happy.
Jamie noticed the flatness in my tone and took a seat at the end of my bed. “What are you doing through break?”
She didn't know about the phone call between Delilah and I, and I had no intention of seeing her sympathy—I had already caused her to feel guilty for going away.
“Oh, you know, hang out with the parents—eat sushi as I do every other holiday.” It wasn't a full lie. That's what I had been doing. Last summer I was at the house in San Francisco, eating sushi outside. That was pretty much it though, and the reason I was even there was because I needed to get away. It was a stupid decision, but I hardly saw my parent's the whole time, so it was good.
This summer however, my parents made sure they let us know that they were going away for six months. That meant no visits from children were allowed. Last time I heard, they were basking in Italy. After that phone call, I really had no interest in hearing the rest.
“Sounds like fun.” The look she was giving me was one that knew there was something I wasn't telling her, but she didn't push it further, instead she changed the subject. “I saw Tristan leaving, without a shirt.” Her eyes narrowed. “I thought he was with Tori.”
Busted.
“He is.” I put the cigarette out in the ashtray beside me, avoiding her gaze. It was amazing how an object so small, could be a great distraction. “She ditched him last night at the party, so I thought I would make up for her loss and give him a good birthday present. You only turn 21 once, right?” I shrugged as if it wasn't that bad but even I knew it was sort of bad. I pushed my blankets off and got out of bed, not caring if Jamie saw my lingerie choices.
“So you slept with Tori's boyfriend? That's a good image you're putting on yourself, Maya,” she said.