Page 8 of Hazel’s Choice (A Monstrous World: Next Gen)

Chapter Seven

Annex

K nowing there’s more to Hazel than meets the eye makes me feel slightly underhanded as I spend the next week doing my best to befriend the quirky woman. I believe I’m beginning to win her over, but the process has been exceptionally slow going. That’s one benefit of immortality, I suppose.

It’s hard to see her mope around the house. At least I get to socialize at work, even if it comes with an excessive amount of people trying to fuck me.

Or asking me to fuck them.

Sneaking away to watch trashy reality television with Hazel has become one of my favorite parts of the day, but tonight I have something different in mind.

I appear behind her on the sofa with the black box in hand.

Her head tilts, and she smiles when she spots me. “One of these days, they’re going to catch onto your little scheme and fire you.”

“Perhaps.” I chuckle, booping her nose. “Tonight is technically my night off. I intend to go in just for a bit to get the party started.” And not just out of the goodness of my heart.

I’m starving.

It’s been weeks since I came to town, and I haven’t had a real meal since meeting Hazel. I’ve had to survive off the scraps of lust that I pick up from the crowd at Rut.

I’m immortal, meaning starving won’t kill me, but it has begun to grate on my nerves. Unfortunately for my stomach, there’s only one meal that appeals, and that’s sweet Hazel.

Stepping around to the side of the couch, I let my wings stretch wide as I squat and drop the wrapped gift on Hazel’s lap.

“What’s this?”

I’m fucked up because I’m addicted to the way her big blue eyes widen.

“A surprise just for you. I’ve decided I can’t stand to see you spend even one more night moping around the house.” I flutter my lashes. “Come out with me tonight, baby doll? It’ll be fun, I promise. I won’t leave your side.”

Hazel’s head tilts. “Are you sure you want to be seen in public with me? It might be the kiss of death for your social life.”

Ahh, I remember asking her if she was embarrassed to be seen in public with me the day I popped into Spellbound to let her know we were going to be housemates.

I chuckle, shaking my head. “I’ll take my chances. Now, open it. I need to see if you fancy what I spent hours searching for.”

I only just realized she’s going to need heels to match that sexy little dress.

She pulls the ribbon and shakes the top off the box before unfolding the silver wrapping paper.

I lick my lips as she loops her fingers through the thin straps of the dress.

She lifts it, carefully examining the material. “It’s a very nice dress. Where exactly is the rest of it?”

I snort. “You’re going to look divine. I have excellent taste in women’s fashion. Head upstairs and get dressed. I’ll meet you back here in an hour.”

Hazel keeps me waiting. I assumed an hour would be plenty for her to get ready, but I forgot about makeup and hair.

I knock twice, but she doesn’t answer. So I siphon into the room, holding the shoe box in one arm and keeping the other hand over my eyes.

Although I do peek through my fingers. I’m a demon, after all.

“Hazel, are you decent? Ready to go?”

Movement catches my eye as she barely peers around the bathroom door. It’s just the top half of her head, but her hair is no longer up in a messy bun. It even appears that she applied some type of eye makeup.

“Did you happen to find the other half of the dress?”

I chuckle. “There was plenty of material to cover your important bits.”

“Yeah, and not much else,” she grumbles.

“Come on,” I coax. “I’ll be truthful if your arse is hanging out.” Mostly because I can’t stand the thought of anyone else seeing her that way. “I have another surprise for you.” I shake the box and pull my hand from my eyes.

Hazel sighs, opening the door and stepping out barefoot. The black dress is tight around her chest and flares at her hips. She’s slender by nature, but that dress shows off each of her soft curves, and my mouth goes dry.

She stalls in her momentum and frowns. “Say something.”

I would if I could form words.

Gods.

She’s stunning.

Her long dark hair is normally straight, but it currently falls around her shoulders and over her breasts in beachy waves.

Before tonight, I’ve never seen Hazel in makeup, and although she isn’t wearing much, she must have applied some.

Her eyes are framed in coal, and her lashes are thicker and longer.

Not to mention, the pink gloss on her luscious lips.

She scoffs and spins around to head back into the bathroom.

I siphon across the room, blocking the doorway. “You are a vision. My apologies. I lost the ability to speak for a moment.”

Her head tilts, and it feels like she’s gauging whether or not she believes me.

“And good news, well, good news for you—your backside is decently covered.” I smirk, stretching my wings toward her. The tips land on her shoulders, and I slowly guide her backward as we hold eye contact. “I’m a wee bit disappointed, but I’ll live.”

Her eyes are a vivid blue that enchants me, almost like I’m being hypnotized.

The longer we keep eye contact, the harder it becomes to glance away.

“Have a seat and open this.” I give her a little shove onto the end of her bed, and it takes every ounce of will power in my system to keep from staring at her tits as they bounce under the thin material of her dress.

She takes the box and flips open the lid, examining the shoes.

They’re black with small bronze and silver embellishments to match the details on her dress.

They’ll sparkle under the club lights, and I love that for some unknown reason.

“Wow, Annex. These are beautiful, but I’m sure they were expensive. ”

I smirk.

They weren’t cheap, that’s for sure. I could have gotten them for practically nothing if I had entertained the sales associate’s advances, but there’s a certain pride that comes from paying full price.

Something seems to have diametrically changed since I met Hazel. She’s the only woman I want to flirt with.

“You’re worth every penny.” I extend my wings, making it a smooth transition as I hit a knee in front of her. Reaching inside the box, I grab the first heel and use my tail to lift her foot, placing it on my thigh. “Allow me to help.”

I work on unhooking the clasp and flick my eyes up to study her face. The makeup hides a bit of it, but her cheeks are still stained pink with a faint blush.

“You’re always touching my feet,” she says, trying to portray a nonchalance that I can tell she doesn’t feel. “Do you have a foot fetish?”

A low chuckle escapes my lips. “Don’t kink shame. I can’t help that you have sexy little toes.”

Her eyes widen, and she sputters.

“While you do have sexy feet, I’m only joking.” I wink. “You have to lighten up, baby doll. It’s bad for your cholesterol.”

“I think you mean blood pressure.”

“That too.”

“You think I need to lighten up, but maybe you need to get a bit more serious about things.” Her eyes narrow.

Dammit.

That look sends a pulse straight to my cock.

There’s clearly something wrong with me. I like that fire behind her gaze a little too much.

Now to win her over so she’ll boss me around all over the bedroom.

The living room works too.

I’m also fond of a kitchen counter quickie.

I could bend her over, plaster her hands to the countertop, and plow into her from behind while watching her tits bounce.

Shite.

I’m starving.

Being an incubus is complicated.

I can feel her sexual desire—she’s quite fond of my outer package—but I want her to genuinely like me for me. I’ve never spent time worrying about that before, and even I’m confused why everything is so different with Hazel.

Sex is a food source.

A means to an end.

And while the activity itself is highly pleasurable, I’m beginning to crave more than just the physical side of things. That only applies to one quirky little witch, though.

An innocent air surrounds her, and that makes everything more complicated. I’m not sure if it’s sexual inexperience—which I would normally run the opposite direction from as swiftly as possible—or perhaps she’s equally unfamiliar with emotional relationships as I am.

I’ve had a lot of sex over my thousands of years of life. It’s legitimately what keeps me from wasting away, but I’ve never dated.

I think I’d like that.

With Hazel.

Some type of deep romantic connection.

An emotional bond where we look after one another in ways outside of the bedroom.

I believe I’m lonely.

The fact both of us seem to be in uncharted territory where romance is concerned means that I need to take things slow.

On the other hand, I’m literally fucking starving.

The scraps I’m able to pick up from the club won’t suffice forever.

At some point, my magic will take the last bits of my power and begin to amplify it to draw in willing partners.

Everyone in my general vicinity who finds me attractive will start trying to fuck me.

Sometimes my magic is a real pain in the dick.

I lick my lips, studying Hazel as we land just outside of Rut in the corridor that links the sex club to Chaos, the nightclub portion of the business. I’ve never seen a passenger handle siphoning so well, but the little witch doesn’t wobble or cover her mouth like she’s about to vomit.

“Doing okay, baby doll?” I ask, leaning close to her ear to ensure she can hear me. The club is always loud on an almost obnoxious level.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” she asks, sliding her hands down her dress.

“Siphoning can be disorienting to some.” I brush my lips over her cheek as I pull back.

“Oh, well, I’m fine.” Her face turns from placid into a grimace at my words, and my brow furrows.

Why would she be uncomfortable about that? She should never be embarrassed about being a badass.

“It shouldn’t take me too long in Rut. I just need to make my rounds. Why don’t we see if we can find Greer? Novak is here, meaning she likely is too.” I tuck an errant wave behind her ear and fight the urge to stick my nose in her hair.

Her scent is even sweeter than normal tonight, and my mouth waters with the small hits I can pick up from here. Burying my entire face in her neck would provide even more of her potent pheromones.

“I guess I could hang out with Greer,” she whispers. “I thought we would stick together?—”

“And we will,” I assure her as my hunger grows. I just need to nibble on whatever traces of lust I can pick up from the air in Rut. Otherwise, my system might start to purposely draw her in.

I never realized what a curse my magic could be when I have my eyes on one particular meal.