It's one of our primal drives.
We all have to eat.
What if you didn't just need food to survive? What lengths would you go to live and how would you live with yourself afterwards? These are questions that Pia Blyton suffers through in Ravenous.
Suffer
the hunger.
Pia
Blyton wants it all. A steady boyfriend, love and her independence. But to
ignore her succubus nature is to welcome chaos. Every three days she must
orgasm to feed. Bad sex isn’t an option. Stave off the hunger for too long and
her demon side peeks out, and its tastes are much less discerning than hers.
One
bad day, one wrong decision, and her demon takes control of her libido and
kisses all her best intentions goodbye.
Brokenhearted
and ashamed, Pia is dragged home to Lake City by Zur-Sin, a vampire her father
paid to find her. Caught in a world where mortal desires are seen as a
weakness, Pia needs to figure out how to protect her heart from her deepest
longings.
Annie Nicholas
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EXCERPT
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?”
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