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She Knows Ch. 08

Asher went to his bike the minute we were out of Astryd's shop, but I didn't follow him. I was sick of being dragged; I wanted to do the dragging. I started down the street, and he was beside me in a second, hand clamped around my arm. "Again?"

I shrugged him off. "Stop manhandling me. Would it kill you to just ask me to come along? It's not like I can really say no."

He let me go, but didn't step back. There was no personal space around the vampire. "Where are you going?"

I shrugged, moving my hands. "It's still late. The sun's not supposed to be up for a few more hours. I want to walk around."

"You don't like the human world."

"Oh, but I'd like your bed better. Is that it?"

The sexual tension was rolling off him in the same chaotic waves as me. The kiss in the alley had been stupid, reckless. I'd tried ignoring him for most of the visit with Astryd, but I wasn't blind. He was rock hard and ready to go; I was slick and needy. But hell if I wanted to give into my nature!

Asher finally leaned away, crossing his arms over the wide expanse of his chest. "You want to walk around," he stated, obviously avoiding the bed comment.

I nodded. "Yeah. Got a problem with that?"

"Not at all." He took out a cellphone from his jean pocket, punched a number, and barked a series of commands into the receiver, "Madison and E 117th street, Harlem. Come pick up my bike. Astryd has the keys." He hung up, sped into Astryd's shop, and was back by my side in a minute.

He gestured to the mildly busy street. "After you."

I raised my eyebrow at him, and he flashed me a charming smile. I turned, placed one foot in the other, and walked down the street. After a few blocks, I felt prompted by the silence to speak, "Who are you?"

Asher kept pace beside me, long legs stretched out in front. "I'm not ready for you to know that."

The answer caught me off-guard, but then my life felt like a series of caught-off-guard moments. I opened my mouth to respond, but felt no words on my tongue. He hadn't been vague, hadn't really diverted the conversation, just didn't answer.

"Why?" I asked after a long minute.

"Because right now it would do more harm than good."

"How?"

"You've already had your world turned upside down, I'd prefer not to do the same to your galaxy."

I bit my tongue. The man was being super annoying, and I wasn't any closer to the answer than I had been. I blew out a tuft of white hair from my eyes. "Promise you'll tell me."

His voice was solemn, "When the time is right I will."

We walked a bit more, our legs eating the sidewalk, breaths perfuming the night. There were so many questions buzzing like worker bees in my head, but they all fell dead on my lips. His words would mean nothing. I wasn't upset that he didn't tell me about himself because I was pretty sure I wouldn't believe him. While my body had readily taken up the declaration of my mind to judge on action, my brain was still catching up. For a life filled with conversation, with being told what was what and accepting it easily, watching people's actions was foreign and difficult.

I cast a glance at Asher, observing him. His gait was relaxed and slow, the slight tilt to his lips and his heavy lidded eyes declaring he was free from the weight of the world. I needed to master the look.

"I'm not sure what the hell I'm doing," I admitted suddenly.

He laughed harshly. "Join the club."

I folded my arms behind my head, pointing my elbows to the sky. "You seem to have your shit together."

"Appearance is seven-tenths the battle."

I was about to agree when a screeching cry rattled my ears. "Vera!"

I snapped my head down and navigated my eyes through the people to the end of the street. Robin and Daphne stood there, arms waving and brilliant smiles on their faces. I didn't think, just reacted. Shoving Asher hard into the alley we were striding past, I shot him a "stay there" look before jogging up to my friends.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Robin exploded.

"Lost."

"And you didn't think to come look for us?"

"What the hell do you think I'm doing?"

She glared a second longer, before her face softened and she pulled me into a rib crushing hug. "Damn, Vera, you scared us to death. I'm just glad you're okay."

I hugged her back with the same ferocity. "I'm glad you're okay too. See this is exactly why I don't trust witches."

"She delivered on her promise," Robin argued.

I snorted and pulled back. "Uh-huh."

"Oh, who cares," Daphne sighed, exhausted. She tugged me forward and hugged me too. "We're just happy that you're alright. We were so worried about you."

"I landed in the subway tunnels."

She nodded. "Us too. Must have been different places though. How'd you get out?"

"I started walking, and then I got to the station platform and went above ground."

Robin clicked her tongue. "Quick question: who did you push into the alley?"

"Huh?"

"You pushed a dude into the alley." She narrowed her eyes at my blank face. "I saw you do it."

My mind raced for an easy answer. "A vampire," I said, reaching for something close to the truth. "I was fighting with a vampire, and I got away, but another one jumped out at me. I drove my knife into his heart."

"You have a knife?" She whistled slowly, tilting her head back and taking me in. "I don't remember you having a knife or a change of clothes? What have you been doing, girl?"

"Broke into a store. Got new clothes. Got new weapons." I smiled reassuringly at them. "I wasn't sure if I'd see you guys and I couldn't walk around in a dress with no protection."

I smiled and pointed my thumb back at the alley. "I have to go grab my bag. I think it left it there. And I gotta, um, burn the bodies."

"Want us to come with you?" Daphne asked, casting a glance behind me.

I shrugged. "If you're not worried about getting vamp blood on you, sure."

Robin shook her braids, and pointed to a twenty-four hour diner across the street. "Meet us in there. If we don't see you in five minutes, we're gettin' your ass."

I bit the inside of my lip, nodded, and looped back up the street. I was just entering the alley when Asher's hand shot out and pinned me against the brick wall. I was instantly reminded of another brick wall he'd pushed me against only hours ago. I took deep breaths and tried desperately to calm my libido. Turning my head, I caught the gaze of a giant gray rat standing atop a trash can a few feet away. His whiskers twitched before he saw me and scampered off.

"What was that?" Asher demanded.

I shrugged as much as he allowed. "They would have known you were a vampire instantly. How do you suppose I could have explained that?" I raised a brow, and dropped my voice to a sugar sweet falsetto, "Hey girls. Oh this hulking mass of sexy vampire—he's the dude I'm currently bound to forever. I know I used to kill vamps, but his magical cock let me see the light."

Asher's lips twitched, smoothed, twitched, and smoothed. I realized he was trying to keep from laughing. His voice was guttural and an octave too high for his usual baritone. "Magical cock?"

I rolled my eyes. "Silvia never told you that? I thought she worshiped it."

"That's the third time you've mentioned my maid," he purred, pressing closer. "Jealousy looks good on you."

We flashed from one moment to the next, from anger to lust. It was explosive, more dangerous than any active volcano or nuclear plant. For all the disasters humans created, Mother Nature topped them all with desire.

Our gazes clashed, and I saw myself in his pale green eyes a minute from now, legs locked around his waist, head thrown back, pussy tight and wet and completely his.

Asher growled, eyes dilating. "Five minutes."

"Two more than we need," I returned with a growl of my own.

We stayed locked another second before he pulled back, deliberately dragging my hard nipples across his chest. I crossed my arms as the space between us increased until the scent of garbage was all I could smell.

I choked back my gag. "Can you wait here? I'll get rid of them and come back."

He sliced his head to the side.

"Then what should I tell them? Hmm?"

He flashed me that warning smile. "Whatever you like, Vera."

I didn't have a choice either way: Asher was too powerful to fight against and my friends were too possessive to escape. And I did want to see them; they were life rafts to me in my sea of unfamiliarity We strode across the street and entered the diner. There was no bell heralding our arrival, but the smell clinging to our clothes from the garbage-packed alley was a great substitute.

Robin had a slice of Boston creme pie in front of her and Daphne was sipping a cup of coffee. They couldn't have looked more foreign in the restaurant if they tried. Daphne was pressed perfect complexion in a chic baby doll dress the color of Granny Smith apples. Cream accessories decorated her neck, ears, and wrist, flowing nicely into the neutral flats she wore. Her black hair was cut in a cute bob that touched her chin every time she moved.

Robin was Daphne's opposite in almost every way. She loved dark clothes, and lived for the more risque side of fashion. Her hair was a collection of black braids falling past her waist and clashing with the rich royal blue of her fitted blazer that doubled as her top, showing off her breasts and belly button. The low-slung dark-washed jeans cupped her ass perfectly and the heeled boots poking out from the cuffs gave the outfit that edgy quality. She didn't wear any jewelry except for a threadbare bracelet at her wrist. I'd asked her about it once and she shut down completely. But what were succubi without a few secrets?

Daphne looked up first and the coffee cup dropped from her hand. It exploded when it hit the floor sending shards of decade-old porcelain everywhere while the coffee pooled. She snatched her feet back as the dark liquid crawled to her shoes. A waitress came a second later, and quickly cleaned everything up and placed another cup on the table before we even made it to the girls.

Robin was much better. Pausing with the fork of cream and chocolate halfway to her mouth, she gave me a look, raised a brow, and deliberately took the bite. "I thought I was the one who played with fire, Vera," Robin said in Balinese after she chewed and swallowed.

I deliberately used English as I approached the table. "Thought I'd see what all the fuss was about."

Robin smiled wide, but fear still touched her eyes. "He's not sitting with us. He's still lucky to be alive."

"Suddenly become a vampire killer?"

"I could."

I frowned and glanced between the two. Daphne was practically vibrating in her seat, taking quick, gasping breaths, and Robin was drawn up tighter than string on a bow. I switched to Balinese. "He's safe. He's my—" I searched for the right word, but mate sounded too werewolf romance novel, husband was a human word that couldn't describe him, and boyfriend . . . just no. "—lover."

Robin let out a high whistle. "I revise my statement. You're playing with an atomic bomb."

I held my tongue between my teeth and flashed her a smile. "Don't you just wish you were me?"

She barked out a short laugh.

"I thought you hated vampires?" Daphne asked softly, finally joining the conversation though her eyes remained locked on Asher.

"Thin line."

"Seriously, girl, what the hell is going on?" Robin gave up the relaxed pretense and slammed her hands of the table. "You just killed a den of vamps a couple days ago. You detest those things. Does he have something on you? Is that why you're doing this?"

"I'm fine," I switched completely to English. "Relax, Asher is not like other vampires."

"A half-breed?" she sneered.

"Don't be rude, Robin," I chided, feeling silly because I'd said the same thing when I first met him.

Asher ignored us and pushed me into the booth. I slid into the cracked 60s vinyl seat and propped my elbows on the smooth wood surface of the table. He climbed in beside me and slung an arm around my shoulders.

Robin and Daphne flinched at the blatant display of possession, but I ignored it. "When I say he's not like other vampires, I mean sexually. If I didn't see his fangs I would have thought he was an incubus. Actually I did," I added offhandedly, crafting the lie as I went. "I thought he was an incubus who could help me, and then my monthlies flared up and—well, by the time I realized what he was, killing him seemed contrite and pointless."

Robin licked her lips as she stared at Asher with new eyes. "I can definitely see that." She blinked, rattled by her own reaction. Clearing her throat, she leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. "Does the vampire talk?"

"Yes," he purred in that near-incubus voice of his. The girls shivered, just as affected as I was. "Any other questions, succubus?"

Robin flipped her braids, grabbed her fork, and stabbed the pie. Eyes trained on Asher's face, she popped the pie heavy fork in her mouth, doing some nasty things with her tongue and subtly sending out her succubus power to him. I felt it curve around my body, and race up my thighs. She smiled wide and then it disappeared completely, and she recoiled.

Asher laughed darkly. "No affect."

"There's always an affect."

I reached below the table and felt Robin's foot on Asher's crotch. He was soft. "Told ya he's different."

She withdrew her foot and forked another piece of pie, exnaying the tongue show. "That's not a positive, Vera."

Daphne—bless her heart—broke the thick tension, "Would you like anything to eat, Mr. . .?"

"Asher," he supplied.

I opened my mouth, but the waitress arrived. She looked young and tired. Her brown skin pale, and huge bags under her eyes. "Welcome. My name's Christine." She handed us menus, and pulled out a notepad and pen from her apron. "Can I get you folks something to drink?"

Asher gave the ratty menu a quick glance. "Modelo."

I raised my brow. I was going to enjoy seeing him suck the beer down. "Water please," I said.

"Ready to order?" she asked, pen still poised.

"I'm good. Thanks"

Asher shook his head.

The waitress nodded, tucked her notepad and pen into her apron then grabbed the menus. "I'll be right back with those drinks. Let me know if you get hungry later and I'll bring the menus back."

We waited until she returned with our drinks and left again before picking up the conversation. "Did you meet your brother, Daphne?"

She nodded and took a sip of her coffee. "Yeah. We're staying at his house."

"Have you heard anything about my dad?"

"No," Robin joined. "Seems odd."

Very. "Hopefully he's getting out of the agreement with Gordon."

"Doubt that," Robin snorted, pushing her now empty plate to the end of table.

"Why?"

"Because it's not what he wants."

"But it's what I want."

"And when has your father ever listened to a damn thing you've said?"

"He might."

"Get your head our of your ass, Vera. Your father is a controlling, manipulative asshole."

"Don't talk as if you know him."

"I do!" she yelled, leaning over and slamming her hands on the table. "I've known him for twenty-two years. Demons. Don't. Change. "

I blinked, taken off guard. Asher shifted beside me, his arm drawing me closer to his side, his body half shielding me from my friend. Twenty-two years? The number was off. I met Robin when I was eleven and she was thirteen. She was twenty-four now, so that meant she knew my father for almost her whole life.

"What do you mean you've known him for twenty-two years?" I asked slowly.

She blinked rapidly before drawing back and sitting down. "I miscalculated."

"You sounded sure."

"I was wrong."

The fuck she was. "I know my dad's an asshole because of what he does to me. But he's done jack shit to you." Every time he saw the succubi, he was polite and courteous, never staying long enough to get to know them. Their impression of him was always, "He's okay." Robin sounded like she knew my father more intimately, and while he liked his demons young, daughter-age had never been his cup of tea.

Daphne lifted her shaking cup and took a sip of her coffee. Robin just stared straight ahead.

"What aren't you telling me?" The question burned on my tongue, another omission of how absolutely in the dark I was.

Coffee sloshed over the side of Daphne's cup as she spoke, "Nothing."

"Liar."

"Drop it," Robin growled.

"No." My skin felt calmy, my tongue heavy and dry in my mouth. Either they lied or they told the truth, and I was damned sure I wasn't going to like any of the outcomes. "You want to remain friends? Want me to trust you and all that shit? Tell me. The truth is always better than a lie."

A grim smile curved Daphne's mouth, changing her whole look. There were shadows in her eyes, a hollowness to her cheeks, and creases across her forehead I'd never noticed before. In a second, she aged a decade—one of hard living and soul crushing secrets. "I'll tell her."

Robin's eyes widened incrementally. "No. It won't change anything."

"Vera," Daphne sighed softly, cupping the warmed mug between her hands and staring down into the tar-like liquid. "I was three when it happened. Your father's men came into the town, looking for a family with a young daughter and secrets to hide. He found ours."

She paused for a long time and I held my tongue waiting for her to continue.

"My father made a deal with the Demon President; I would be your friend and Redkin's informant and my family's secrets would be kept hidden."

Blackmail. Sounds like my father.

"What was the secret."

Daphne looked up. "You know I can't tell you."

"So my father made you be my friend?"

"Your friend, your mentor—the stick that poked you forward on the path he wanted, the person who dispelled any rumors you heard about him."

I couldn't say I was exactly surprised—or maybe I was so surprised my anger and outrage levels weren't functioning right. My father had always been like this; he was a control freak and I'd just gotten used to that.

My lips parted to say—hell, I don't know—but a sob escaped them, punctuated by a tear drop splashing on my hand. I reached up to my face, felt my trembling lips and the tears racing down my cheeks. I was crying. Haha, I couldn't ever remember doing it.

The world turned, and Asher's face blocked out everyone and everything. "Vera, look at me."

I was looking at him.

"Remember what I said about appearance?"

So I couldn't cry? I had to bottle it up and live with emotional constipation? Keeping a lock on my emotions was never my strong suit, and my personality wasn't about to change sitting at a diner.

Channeling it somewhere else was all I could do. "Kiss me."

No hesitation. His lips descended—mouth stealing my air, tongue stealing everything else. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, sighed when my mind cleared, then laser-focused on him. Fuck, he tasted sweet.

My body moved before my mind and I climbed on him, sat my ass on the diner's table, wrapped my arms around his neck, and sucked his energy out. He filled my mouth in waves, his power radiating out to my fingertips.

"Vera." Robin yanked my hair. "Stop it. You're killing him."

Killing him?

A sudden pain on my tongue took most of the fog away, and I came back to the diner, Asher, and my reality in steps. Fangs brushed against my gums and I realized he was feeding from me, taking back what I'd stolen.

I yanked my head back and felt him slice my tongue in half. It healed quickly. "Better?" Asher asked around fangs too big for his mouth. His face looked darker, his body bigger.
My hands shook as I pulled them back and placed a firm leash on my power. I'd never lost control like that—hell, I didn't even know I could lose control. "Are you okay?"

"Nothing a quick bite won't fix."

"Ha ha."

"Eh-hem," a voice coughed from the end of the table. "Excuse me, ma'am. Would you mind getting off of the table. People have to eat there."

Ugh, she's ma'amed me. "Sorry about that." Under her laser sharp gaze, I slid from the table and adjusted my top.

She nodded and slid a rectangular piece of paper toward the middle of the table. "Whenever you're ready."

"Feeling better?"

I wanted to smack that Cheshire Cat grin right off Robin's smug face. "No. But calmer."

"You'll get over it."

"Thank you for taking the decision out of my hands, Robin."

"Look, girl," she growled. "You're not the only one who's gone through shit. Think your problems are bigger than mine? Cry me a fuckin' river."

Funny enough, it was her crass behavior that made her moment tolerable. Robin was never one to wallow, even when the moment called for it. At my older brother's funeral, she'd punched me in the shoulder and told me to get moving. "People die, Vera. Crying makes you feel bad and it doesn't do dick to bring them back." I'd forgiven her because her parents died, and she dealt with her grief by pushing past it.

"Did you fuck my dad?" I asked, wanting to know how far they'd let him push them.

Daphne slammed her mug down. "You know, I thought you'd scream and cry and call us betrayers. I really would have prefered it to the see-you-next-Tuesday persona you adopted."

I vaulted from the booth and slapped her across the face. "Fuck you, Daphne!"

She held her cheek for a second, astonishment making her eyes wide. Next thing I knew she was across the table, fingers fisted in my hair, slamming my head against the wooden backboard of the booth.

We slipped sideways, out of the seat and landed on the floor in a heap of foul-mouthed words and fists. Gasps issued around the restaurant and a few people threatened to call the cops, but it wasn't until a table over when a couple started going at it like wolves in mating season and a little boy remarked on my "pointy fairy ears" that Asher and Robin pulled us apart.

"Get out!" the waitress screamed at us. Asher slapped some money down on the table as he dragged me out, and Robin dragged Daphne out. I could still hear the server's screams as the door slammed, "Get the hell out!"

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Apr 9, 2018 in blowjob

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