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of the club. She withdrew and took his hand with a grin.
    “Come with me!” she exclaimed in the husky voice that drove his desire up a notch.
    No part of him was going to resist, especially not with a woman who contained so much sex energy. He’d feed off her for days then turn her over to the Cambions. No one would miss a Hunter, and especially not this one, whose name was muttered with grudging respect among the Cambions she routinely slaughtered. That he, one of the weakest Incubuses in their society, was going to be the one to capture her made him overlook the route they went.
    The door she led him through didn’t go anywhere he was expecting. It opened to an empty, cement garage that smelled of oil and metal. There was nowhere for them to lay down, aside from the dirty cement. Before he was able to question her odd venue for sex, he felt the hand she thrust down his pants. Sex energy swam through his senses. Nothing but achieving his release mattered.
    Julius didn’t hesitate. He pressed her against the wall and freed her breasts while she stroked his penis in a way that drove him mad.
    “How do you want me to please you?” she whispered.
    “On your knees, with your mouth,” he ordered gruffly and pushed her to her knees. She looked up at him with a smile that didn’t reach her blank eyes.
    Julius tore the zipper of his slacks in his hurry to get rid of his pants and closed his eyes. She flicked the bulging head of his dick with her tongue, and he groaned.
    Succumbing to the influence of her sex magic, he didn’t see his death coming. Pewter knives appeared in the hands of the Hunter. She stood, the blades arcing to claim his life. It only took one coordinated strike of the two knives to slice through the throat of the Incubus.
    Within seconds, Julius lay dead on the floor of the garage, his blood mixing with the oil on the floor.

    The assassin mechanically straightened her clothing. She cleaned her knives as she walked away from the slain Incubus and exited onto the dark street. She examined the surroundings expertly, as she scoured the busy intersection nearby. A form emerged from an alley across the street, signaling her.
    She crossed the road at a trot and ducked into the alley, where two people waited for her. Instincts made her draw a knife at the sight of the man with one brown eye and one blue one. He was a Cambion – her natural enemy.
    The second person was a beautiful woman with dark hair, held up a manicured hand. Tall and willowy, she was dressed in tight leggings, a sweater and high heels that pushed her height close to six and a half feet.
    “No, Zoey.” The full-blood Succubus spoke in a low voice with an elegant British accent that drew the undivided attention of the man. “This is one Cambion you can’t kill.”
    The assassin’s grip on her knives eased.
    “Yet,” the Succubus added with a sultry smile. The demure flutter of her long eyelashes would have tricked any other man, but the one in the alley with her knew what she was capable of.
    “You’re certain the Halfling is unaware of us?” he asked.
    “She’s completely oblivious,” the Succubus assured him. “We were able to modify the initial batch of sex energy you gave us. We’re still working on perfecting the formula, but in the stage Zoey is in now, she won’t remember anything in the morning.”
    “Incredible. As of tonight, I consider us allies, Olivia,” the man replied. “How can this little half-breed be your best fighter?” Fascinated, he motioned to the assassin, who stood silently, awaiting orders.
    “She killed a full-blooded Incubus, didn’t she?”
    He circled the Halfling Hunter. Shapely, but small, she appeared innocent and unassuming, aside from the sex energy she radiated. It compelled him closer and made his blood race. She looked nothing like the other Hunters, who resembled the gorgeous, tall Succubus beside him.
    “Your Hunters keep getting stronger,” he said. “A few of them have