Mallory's Mark (MF)

Demons in Darkness 2

Etopia Press

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 57,545
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Hotter than Hell and eager for sin...

Mallory is having a bad year, even for a succubus. Her adorable dog has transformed into the Devil himself, and she can't catch a date without someone dropping dead in her wake. Now a hot shifter detective is on Mallory's trail, and things are about to get dicey. Even a trip for a cut and curl can't ease her spirits. After Mallory rescues a dog in distress, her luck might finally be turning around. Sometimes the one you save saves you right back, and maybe that sexy investigator will turn out to be exactly what she needs as well. But someone from Mallory's past has a score to settle, and her hot new boyfriend may just end up on the menu.

All that glitters could be murderous...

Detective Bryce Richardson is a werewolf on a mission. A murderer is stalking the city streets, and all signs point to one very gorgeous lady with a string of one-night stands and a growing pile of bodies. Watching her with her blind rescue dog tugs on his heartstrings, and he finds himself falling for his chief suspect, hook, line, and sinker. A true mate is hard to find, and when his animal speaks, he's learned to listen. But can Bryce keep his head long enough to solve the murders, or will he be next in the killer's sights?

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Demons in Darkness 2

Etopia Press

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Word Count: 57,545
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Wealthy Residence—1920Mallory waded through the crowd, the air thick with booze, money, and men. Elegant custom moldings framed the vaulted ceilings, and more art decorated the walls than she’d seen outside of a museum. Glossy hardwood floors suitable for dancing stretched as far as the eye could see, and Mallory’s shoes clicked across the polished wood as she made her way through the tuxedo-wearing men and women sporting gowns worth a small fortune.The flapper styles made her smile. Finally getting away from the uptight clothes from the Victorian era was such a relief.Wait staff circulated through the crowd, offering canapés and flutes of champagne. Mallory snagged one and took a sip, the golden bubbles rising from the glass like little kisses against her tongue. The lady of the house held court in the front parlor, so Mallory automatically worked her way past her toward where the action was. She’d been to parties here off and on for several months, and she didn’t see her mark every time, but when she did, and his dark eyes met hers, she wanted to kneel at his feet.There was something between them. But how could that be when they hadn’t spoken a word? All she knew was when she met his gaze, he made her think of things beyond her sphere of reality. Like seeing him and only him. But how could she do that when one wrong move and he was dead?Last time, she’d left a note telling him to be here, and he was. What was she going to do? It was a dangerous game she played, and if Jonas got wind of it, he’d pull Luc in, and she’d never stop hearing about it.To lust after a human for more than sex?It was unnatural, and she had to put a stop to it. That was why tonight was it. She would find the sexy stranger and get her fix, and then she could get back to the grind of her life. One bout of crazy, angry sex and she should have all the energy she needed for a while, and she’d never have to see him again. Everyone would be happy.Except maybe the woman he was with. But then Mallory saw her disappear into a room with another man not an hour ago, so how did that add together?A pang of hunger sliced through her, and she questioned her decision not to eat before she came. She was always giving Jonas a hard time about it, and now here she was, faced with more temptation than any woman had a right to.So why did the thought of only one night sit so wrong with her?Because every time she looked into his eyes she found herself thinking about more, and that was dangerous. For someone like her, there was no more. Her fate had been sealed long ago by a foolish choice. Mallory had gone by another name then. Now she could scarcely bring herself to utter it aloud. She’d been a woman with curves, and her husband had put her aside. For someone more malleable. More subservient. Someone able to get pregnant.In other words, anyone but her.She’d done everything for him but was unable to have a child, and he’d punished her for that shortcoming every chance he got. Cruel and unyielding, he left her when it became apparent his options were better served elsewhere. He took with him the world, and she had nothing.Crying and destitute, she had been on the verge of ending her life when a woman came out of nowhere and offered her one simple kiss and the chance to make a new start.The churning waters had beckoned, and Mallory stared into their depths, trying to summon the courage to jump.“Why do you weep, starling?” the woman whispered, her voice a caress.“I want to die.”“Do you?” Her fingers turned Mallory’s chin, and she was forced to gaze upon the woman’s ethereal beauty. “Because I think you want to live.”“No.” Mallory wrenched her face from the other woman’s grip and took a step back.“Who are you? What do you want from me?” Mallory swiped at the angry tears sliding down her face.“I want to save your life and give it back to you.”“No one can do that for me. He’s gone. My life is over.”“Why do you define your life by a man?” The woman’s hard gaze drilled into her. “You are so much more than this. So much more than that miserable bastard will ever be able to know. Do you want him groveling at your feet?”“That would never happen.” Mallory’s response was acerbic. She knew it and didn’t care. She was probably talking to her own hallucination anyway.“I want you to think about what I’m going to say.” The woman’s gaze softened. “I can give you a new life where no man can ever truly hurt you ever again. You would take from them all the power that you’ve never had as a woman and draw from them all the pain and sin and evil that they’ve caused womankind. You will walk away smiling every time. There would be no hunger. There would be no loss. Only peace and the thrill of the hunt.”Mallory gazed at her, a question in her eyes. She backed up, almost slipping on the slick surface of the bridge. ” What are you talking about?”“Don’t you want to be free?”A wistful smile turned her lips up. “What is free? I wouldn’t know.”“Taste my lips and find out. I will give you the world.” The woman’s violet eyes met hers, and Mallory leaned in, the soft taste of forever on her lips.The sound of laughter brought Mallory back to the present. What did she know of freedom or love? It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever felt. Like being wrapped in a blanket of rose petals…but then came the thorns.God. Why had she listened when all she’d wanted was a home? A family?But that was a long time ago, and it didn’t do much good to dwell on it now.Lively strains filled the air as women danced and shook their hips to the sounds of the flapper music. Mallory ran her hands down the pearlescent beads that covered her off-white lace dress, wishing she had instead decided to wear one of the rather risqué numbers where the fringes barely concealed what needed to be covered. Just watching the women flip their hips, the little strands of cording spinning out as they moved, was alluring, and for a moment she wished she could take part in the fun. But right now she has another mission. She had to feed.Mallory could kid her best friend Jonas all she wanted about starving himself for the good of humanity, but the reality was she was getting tired of the drill. Seduce man. Get it on. Get fed. That about summed up her life.The sweet scent of sin surrounded her, and what could be more alluring than that? If she could get herself into the right frame of mind. Someone here deserved her attentions, and she would find him…or her…and the faintness that was becoming almost second nature to her now would finally be gone. A succubus with an eating disorder. It was almost comical until she caught her reflection in the glass.“Eat something, woman. You look frightful,” Jonas had kidded on their way inside. He could see past the glamour that made her appear beautiful, and right now, it was taking a lot to keep up the façade. If she didn’t eat soon, it was going to get ugly.“Damn, Jonas. I’m getting soft,” she murmured underneath her breath. If she had any sense, she’d grab hold of the nearest randy guy and have her way with him, but that didn’t win her any points from the boys on the other side of the score-keeping card. Whoever ended up in her arms had to deserve it. She just had to summon the energy to try and find them.Her dark-eyed stranger held the taint. That much was certain. But she didn’t want him for that. But how, in all that was holy could she do anything else?Mallory swallowed the rest of her champagne and ditched the glass on a passing tray. She entered the back area of the house through large, ornate doors, the murmur of voices and rustle of fabric all blended together for a respectable din, much louder than the more feminine party at the front of the manor.The smells of too much perfume, smoke from now fashionable cigarettes, and sweat all faded as she let her fingers caress the ornate beaded jacket someone had carelessly left draped across the ottoman.The longer people drank, the more obnoxious and clumsy they became. She pushed her power out, searching for a man with a heart of sin and a lust greater than her own. Jonas came into the room, his arm around an attractive young woman garbed in a beaded, black-and-blue flapper costume. Mallory smiled. It was good to see the boy eating and having a good time.She observed them walk up the stairs, more than likely up to one of the boudoirs, and she turned her attention to the smartly dressed man watching her from across the room. She had no idea if he was the owner of the house, but something told her he wasn’t.Her gaze swept the room, and she found the wealthy man standing next to the Baby Grand piano. A woman played a rousing tune as three beaded beauties with kohl-rimmed lids and ruby lips hung from the portly man, expectation in their eyes.She felt his lust simmer as he took in the bounty before him. He would be on her list, but even he didn’t have a heart murky enough to take her on in the mood she was in. As if by invitation, the dark-eyed stranger met her gaze, his hand carelessly combing through his full mane of russet-colored hair.Mallory’s stomach twinged, and a gasp slipped from her lips. It was him. He was the force she’d been pulled toward.What would it be like to feel him sink inside her? No repercussions? But that wasn’t possible. Not with the darkness that radiated from him.She felt his eyes on her most of the evening, but he had been occupied. His black-haired companion walked away, and Mallory’s eyes met his, letting her succubus heat bubble to the surface.Follow me.His gaze heated and his lips parted. She could see his desire and curiosity taking hold. Mallory mounted the stairs, and as expected, he followed close behind. A few feet down the carpeted hall, she found a bedroom and entered, leaving him to close the door behind him.His gaze met hers, and her lips curled up into a smile.“Well, hello there. Where is your friend?” Mallory sauntered toward the bed and carefully sat down, the beads on her dress tinkling together.“Otherwise occupied.” The sexy stranger moved into the room and unbuttoned his cravat. “You’ve been eyeing me all night. Now I want a taste.”“Just a taste?” Mallory laid the beaded reticule down on the mattress and stood. She slid the arm of her dress down, beads clinking as she moved. She undid the zipper, and the garment slipped to the floor in a heap of off-white lace and beads. Cream-colored stockings held up by garters that wrapped around her hips, framing her bare pussy. Mallory stepped out of the dress wearing nothing but her heels and the silks, her nipples hardening with desire.The stranger removed his coat and draped it over a chair sitting along the wall.She leaned over the bed, ass out, and the cool air hit the wet heat of her sex. “What’s your name?”“Reginald. Yours?” He undid his cufflinks and set them on the dressing table. Reginald unbuttoned his shirt, leaving his muscular chest exposed.Mallory narrowed her eyes. “Nice to meet you. I’m Mallory. Get your ass over here before I start dry humping the bed post.”“Such frank talk from such a lovely young woman.” His eyes darkened with lust, and he reached for the opening on his trousers. The pants fell around his ankles, and he stepped out of them, his boxers following close behind. His erect member bobbed in front of him, and he smiled.With deft fingers, he fisted his cock, pumping the engorged length of it. With each movement, the heat swirling in her belly grew more intense, and she swallowed. The tip of him glistened, and she wanted to wrap her lips around him and taste the darkness seeping from his soul. She caught the faint scarring of bite marks along his neck and wondered at it, but her eyes cut down to his cock, the thought forgotten.“Are you going to stand there and manhandle yourself or are you going to fuck me?”Reginald chuckled, the rich sound curling her toes into the carpet. “Oh, I plan on fucking you. That’s not even a question.”

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