I’m not your average high school senior. Sure, I’ve got the requisite teenage angst and a locker full of overpriced textbooks I’ll never read, but I’ve also got a little something extra—horns, a tail, and a hunger that no cafeteria slop can satisfy. I’m Lila, the world’s only succubus, or at least the only one dumb enough to enroll in public school. My kind thrives on desire, feeds on lust, and let me tell you, a high school is basically an all-you-can-eat buffet of hormonal chaos. But I’ve got my eyes on a very specific snack: Ethan Matthews, my older sister Mara’s boyfriend, who just so happens to be the hottest slab of man-meat this side of the county line.
It’s after gym class, and I’m lurking in the boys’ locker room. Don’t judge me—stealth is my superpower. Humans can’t see me when I don’t want them to, a nifty little trick that comes with the whole demon package. I’m pressed against the cold metal of a locker, my breath shallow, as I watch Ethan peel off his sweaty gym shirt. Holy hellfire, those abs. They’re practically sculpted by a god—or maybe a devil, considering how much trouble they’re about to get me into. Each ridge is a testament to hours on the field, and I’m already imagining tracing them with my tongue, feeling him shudder under my touch. A girl can dream, right? Or, in my case, scheme.
“Damn, Ethan, you trying to blind us with those guns?” one of his meathead buddies calls out, snapping me out of my drool-fest. Ethan laughs, that deep, rumbling sound that makes my tail twitch involuntarily. He runs a hand through his damp blond hair, flashing a grin that could melt steel—or at least my resolve to behave.
“Gotta keep up appearances, man,” Ethan shoots back, flexing a bicep for emphasis. “Can’t let the ladies down.”
Oh, honey, you have no idea. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to reveal myself just to see how he’d react to a succubus in his personal space. But no, I’ve got to play this slow. Seduction is an art, and I’m a freaking Picasso.
Unfortunately, my tail has other ideas. It flicks out, smacking against a locker with a loud *clang*. I freeze, heart—or whatever passes for one in a demon—pounding. Ethan’s head whips around, his blue eyes narrowing as he scans the room.
“You hear that?” he mutters, stepping closer to my hiding spot. His friends shrug, already distracted by their own post-gym banter, but Ethan’s on alert now. I hold my breath, willing myself to blend deeper into the shadows. Thank the underworld for my invisibility. His gaze passes right over me, and I let out a silent sigh of relief. Close call, Lila. Too close.
I slip out of the locker room before I do something stupid like trip over a bench and cause a full-blown poltergeist scare. But the image of Ethan, shirtless and glistening, is burned into my mind. I need a plan. I need to get closer. And lucky for me, I know exactly where he’ll be in about twenty minutes.
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The park near school is a hotspot for couples looking to “study” under the trees, if you catch my drift. I spot Mara and Ethan on a bench, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her. It’s disgustingly cute, and I’m about to make it a whole lot less so. I saunter over, my hips swaying just enough to draw attention without screaming “demon on the prowl.” Mara doesn’t even look up from her phone, but Ethan’s eyes flick to me, and I catch the faintest flush on his cheeks. Gotcha.
“Hey, lovebirds,” I drawl, plopping down on the bench across from them with a smirk. “Didn’t expect to find you two canoodling in broad daylight. Should I get a hose?”
Mara rolls her eyes, finally glancing up. “Oh, look, it’s the family nuisance. Don’t you have, like, homework or something, Lila?”
“Homework’s for suckers,” I quip, leaning back and crossing my legs in a way that I know makes my skirt ride up just a tad. Ethan’s gaze dips for a split second before he catches himself, and I grin. “Besides, I’m just here to enjoy the view. And I don’t mean the trees.”
Ethan clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “Uh, hey, Lila. Didn’t see you at school today.”
“Oh, I was around,” I say, my voice dripping with innuendo. “I’m always around, even when you don’t notice. Kinda like a shadow… or a whisper in your ear.”
Mara snorts, oblivious to the undercurrent. “You’re so weird sometimes. Ethan, don’t encourage her.”
But Ethan’s already hooked, even if he doesn’t know it. My succubus charm is subtle, a low hum of magic that seeps into his skin, making his pulse quicken. I can feel it, the way his energy shifts, the way his eyes linger on me a little too long. He scratches the back of his neck, laughing nervously. “Yeah, uh, you’re funny, Lila. Real funny.”
“Funny’s one word for it,” I purr, leaning forward just enough to give him a peek down my shirt. “I’ve got plenty of other talents, though. Maybe I’ll show you sometime… if Mara doesn’t mind sharing.”
“Lila!” Mara snaps, finally catching on to my tone. “Can you not flirt with my boyfriend for, like, five seconds? It’s gross.”
“What can I say? I’ve got a thing for tall, dumb, and handsome.” I wink at Ethan, who’s now redder than a tomato. “No offense, sis. You’ve got good taste.”
“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” Mara grumbles, standing up and tugging Ethan’s arm. “Come on, babe, let’s go before she starts reciting poetry or something.”
Ethan stumbles to his feet, but not before shooting me a quick, confused look—one that says he’s not sure if he’s flattered or terrified. Perfect. I wave them off with a Cheshire grin. “Catch you later, Ethan. Don’t be a stranger.”
As they walk away, Mara muttering under her breath about how annoying I am, I lean back on the bench, my mind already spinning. That little encounter was just the appetizer. I’ve planted the seed, and now it’s time to cultivate it. Ethan doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to get him alone. I’m going to unravel every inch of that golden boy facade until he’s begging for more. And trust me, I always get what I want.
The game is on, and this succubus is playing to win.
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