Demons of Desire (Half-Breed Series Book 1)(9)

By: Debra Dunbar






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The line stretched all the way down the block and around the corner. Women in absurdly high heels and scanty bits of fabric chatted or typed numbly on phones. Further up the line, there were slumped shoulders, shoes draped over wrists, and sweat stained dresses. The men were worse off. They were drenched in perspiration.

I eyed the building with its graffiti–covered block walls and rusted sign proclaiming the club to be “Nations”. Hard to believe from the exterior that this was one of the hottest new clubs in the city. It didn’t seem all that impressive, but the music booming from the door was a siren song.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” Gabriella urged. “I don’t want to spend half my evening standing in line.”

I’d been introduced to Gabriella and Erica — Darci’s friends, who, after glaring at me suspiciously for a few moments, were finally making tentative overtures of friendship. I was used to it. Women were so competitive. Most I met were reserved until they realized I wasn’t a diva and wasn’t hell–bent on stealing their boyfriend material. There was no honor among sex demons, but I was only a half–breed. If a friend was interested in someone, I wasn’t about to go poaching. Plenty of fish in the sea.

“It probably won’t take that long,” Jordan argued.

I was a little concerned to see her among the group that met us at Darci’s tiny shotgun apartment. Outside of watching me like I was an exotic circus animal, she’d kept mum about this afternoon’s events.

“Hey,” she shouted to a couple, about twenty from the door. “How long have you been waiting?”

The man turned dead eyes towards us. “Two hours. Probably another one before we get in. Those at the back won’t be in before sunup.”

Shit. That was just insane. I was ready to agree with Gabriella when I caught Darci giving me an odd look. Oh no. No way. I’d done this before, but not before I’d known what I was.

“Amber, can you get us in?”

The three other girls turned to me in surprise. “What, are you a celebrity?” Erica asked. “Is the owner boning you or something?”

Not if I had anything to do with it. Still, I felt the monster stir inside me at the thought. Yes, please. No. No, no, no.

“Amber has a way with these things. She totally got us out of that speeding ticket this winter, and that time we were drinking beers in the park, the cop let us go. He even let us keep the beers!”

I squirmed. That had been before, when I thought I’d just inherited the Lowry sweet–talking skills. Now that I knew what was really going on, I was reluctant to use my special abilities. Darci should have known better than to ask me after my revelation this afternoon, but she’d been rather blasé about the whole thing. This was evidently just a perk, in her opinion.

“I don’t really think it will work this time… .” Lame. Of course it would work. It always worked. And my friend knew it, too.

“Oh, just give it a shot. What’s the worst that can happen?”

I knew the worst that could happen, and even though I tried not to think about it, visions of me fucking the doorman flashed through my head. Great, now the monster really was awake and wanting to come out and play. No. Absolutely not.

I took a deep breath and walked up to the front of the line, determined to do this like the human I’d always thought I was. Darci and her friends followed me, whispering encouragement. The doorman’s back was to me, facing some altercation beyond the roped area. As I approached, I saw two bouncers wrestling a short, stout man from the bar, his friends protesting loudly. I waited until the evicted guy and his buddies had staggered down the street before turning on the charm. No sense in trying to compete with a pot–bellied man so drunk he could hardly stand. I might be a half–succubus, but I’d stand a good chance of losing that competition.

“Hi.”

He turned, eyebrows rising as he saw me by the rope. I put on my brightest smile, and the doorman’s eyes did the usual male tour. Start at the top and work their way down, pausing significantly at the cleavage. I gave him plenty of time to take it all in while the elf in me preened. I was pretty. More than pretty. That alone should be enough to open doors.

Nope.

“End of the line is way back there. Around the end of the block.”

At least he sounded like he regretted it. His eyes snagged again on my lips before dropping back to the boobs. I sighed dramatically, and he was riveted by their movement.

“Are you sure? I’m from out of state and really wanted to come here.”

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