Being a Succubus has its perks…until the hunter becomes the hunted.
For half-breed succubus Ava Hawley, hunting supernatural foes is worth all the risks and rewards. But when a wolf shifter is responsible for kidnapping her sister, the mission becomes personal. Ava is ordered to track down the bad boy and turn him over to her boss. That is, until she meets the dangerously sexy shifter and realizes her charm—the kiss of death—is no match for the charms of her opponent.
Alpha werewolf Killian Reid is on the run from a demon mistress, but someone else is on his tail—a stunning seductress with more sex appeal than any woman ought to have. And Killian can't resist her. Proving his innocence will be a challenge, but with every moment that he spends with her, Ava’s self-control weakens. And as their attraction grows, she knows she'll have to rely on the shifter she'd been sent to capture, or they'll both become victims to another predator…
Some guys just can’t take no for an answer.Annoyance surged through Ava Hawley’s blood as she brushed her admirer off with a cold shoulder and pushed through the crowded dance floor. Pop electro music blared in the background with the pounding of her fierce pulse.Sure, she enjoyed the attention from the opposite sex. She was a half-breed succubus after all. But this wasn’t one of those amusing pastimes, and not because she had a specific preference in men. Far from it. There were more pressing matters to consider and having a pet around wasn’t part of the plan. Hell, the last thing she needed was a human male causing a scene in the middle of her job.Tonight however, she was on the lookout for a rogue shifter. The bad boy at the far end of the bar tossing back his vodka. Killian Reid.Now there was a challenge she wouldn’t mind sucking the life out of.Ava’s mouth lifted with a hint of mischief. After catching the trail of the wolf’s earthy scent back at the pier under the Bay Bridge, she’d managed to follow him inside the club, Inferno.Sporting a dark overcoat and leather pants encasing muscular thighs, his stay-the-fuck-away aura exuded power. His square, shadowed jaw and trimmed, inky hair heralded a ruggedly sexy appearance, almost the roughrider type. His lips were full and his nose a sharp blade.Oh yeah. Definitely a hot catch but such a waste because the shifter was a fugitive. Responsible for kidnapping her sister and on the run, the wolf deserved to be punished and skewered to death.Too bad she’d been ordered to bring him in alive.Of course this was what she’d lived and trained for with the Takers. Part of her duty as a bounty huntress was to track down supernatural foes deemed a threat—shifters, vampires, and even demons. Those scumbags were always up to no good and somebody needed to level the playing field. Only this time, it was personal and she planned to make the wolf pay.Careful. You don’t want to make the same mistake again.Just the thought of killing the shifter turned her heart to ice, numbness flowing through her. She had experienced this once before, the cold flash of guilt slamming into her after her first kill.Were it not for her handler, Amelia, coming to her rescue, Ava would have been locked up behind bars or dead already. The fact she’d killed her first rogue shifter years ago was no coincidence, though the only regret was the guy happened to be her former boyfriend. Still, all that mattered now was finding her sister, Shia.Drawing in a deep breath, Ava squared her shoulders and started toward her prey.“Where do you think you’re going?” A guy growled in her ear from behind, bringing her to an abrupt halt. Damn, she had almost forgotten about him.Clenching her fingers, Ava dug her nails into her palm to hold back frustration. When will humans learn to stay out of trouble? If they knew supernaturals existed and were always watching from the shadows, maybe they’d tread more carefully. A nonchalant smile kicked up the corner of her mouth even though he couldn’t see her expression.“Think you’re too good for me?” he probed.Quite the opposite, but if the guy wouldn’t back off after she’d politely refused him, she might reconsider killing him. Honestly, she didn’t want to kill him unless necessary. With a calm stance, Ava unclenched her fist and pivoted around to face him. “Maybe you should back off a little.”“And if I don’t?” He leaned forward, inches away from her face and she cringed at his stale beer breath. Long sandy-blond hair fell forward and draped over his green eyes, making him appear fragile and boyish.“Harassing a female won’t get you laid.” On second thought. Her gaze caught a ring on the side of his bottom lip gleaming from the light behind the bar. Tempting…but not interested. “Maybe some other time.”“Now would be a good time, baby.” He flashed a wink. “You feel me?”Hell. No. If he thought her lack of interest was a sign of playing hard to get, he was in for a real surprise. Obviously, the guy didn’t value his life too much. But given her sexual essence, all men reacted the same around her.Ready to tell him off, Ava parted her lips but changed her mind at the last second when she sensed an overpowering energy nearby.Her target.She snapped back into focus and walked away, heading toward the bar. “Think I’ll pass,” she muttered to herself. No time for petty distractions. What she needed to do was get back to the real threat. Amelia had warned her about the enemy. A ruthless shifter with a bad attitude and now their most wanted. If she wasn’t careful, she might do more harm than good.Then again, she had a few tricks of her own.As a cambion—the offspring of a human father and a succubus mother—she was more resistant to harm. Although it had taken her and her twin sister some time to get used to their power, they’d managed to learn how to contain their strength.Some days though, the job really sucked. She hated the formality, but it was a necessity. And lucky for her, she’d found a way to sustain her power. Finish the job. She could already hear her handler’s brash voice in the back of her mind giving orders.Halfway across the bar, a rough hand grabbed her arm and pushed her hard against the corner wall, causing her teeth to rattle. “Don’t walk away when I’m talking.”Ava narrowed her eyes and let out a hiss, revealing a dark part of her glamour instead of her usual blue shade. “Big mistake, buddy.”“Buddy? You can’t even—”With one quick fluid movement, Ava spun around and slammed the guy to the wall. Her hand wrapped tightly around his throat. “You talk too much.”“Stupid girl,” he spat back.Before he could free himself from her grip, she leaned toward his open mouth and inhaled, absorbing his life force and immobilizing him. Her control snapped and patience was gone within seconds. A trace of mauve air discharged from his mouth as his energy flowed into her. His eyes widened in shock and his body withered in submission while she seized control. Take. Feed. Kill.“Let him go,” a deep voice resonated from behind her.Ava immediately pulled back and turned toward the stark figure standing to her right, knowing exactly who it was. Killian Reid. Their eyes collided for a mere second before he reeled back and darted toward the exit door. She released the limp male who was barely breathing but not dead, and stalked after the shifter. Her blood hummed with adrenaline, the flow of power intensifying within her.The better to kill.A cool breeze and haze of gray clouds greeted her when she stepped outside, the night sky making the foggy pathway more unnerving. She glanced up and down the dark alley, but there was no sign of the wolf.For a second Ava considered turning around and heading back inside the club. Instead, she made a left and started down the alleyway toward the main entrance, drawing a dagger from her boot just in case.Hunger crept from within and she proceeded with caution, taking measured steps along the side of the building. The sample she’d taken from the male’s essence was already starting to diminish. She hadn’t finished her snack before the interruption. She’d need to feed again soon. A succubus without enough sustenance was like a fish out of the water, lost and weak.Right when she reached the corner of the street, a figure appeared behind her without a moment’s notice. Fast as a curveball, the wolf knocked the dagger out of her hand and bound her wrists with one grip. She twisted and turned, using all of her strength to break free but he didn’t even budge.Damn shifter was stronger than she was.A second later, he spun her around and pinned her back to the concrete wall, her hands caught and secured above her head. With her body trapped between his brute frame and the cold barrier, she glared and met his hard gaze.“Why are you following me?” There was a sexy rasp in his voice. Nothing at all of what she’d expected from the big, badass wolf. Espresso-colored eyes bored into her and she almost forgot to breathe. Stupid urges.Trying to appear in control instead of starving, she shrugged it off. “You kidnapped my sister, you bastard.”He cocked a brow. “Hardly a fair accusation, considering we’ve only met.”“You’re going to pay for it,” she gritted the words.“You’ve mistaken me.”“I don’t think so, Killian Reid.” She gave her wrist a tug, hoping for some relief from his viselike grip but got nowhere. Not good. Her eyes strained back up to his face. A few inches taller than her, he loomed over her with his six-foot-plus height, but she was well trained.Her knee jerked up, aiming for his most valuable possession. He blocked it with a quick shove of his free hand and pressed his lower body into her, trapping her with his thighs. Oh crap. Bad move. Shifters were gifted with preternatural speed and strength.“That wasn’t very nice,” he growled.