Wolf's Surrender: Part of the Immortal Ops World (Shadow Agents / PSI-Ops Book 1) Read Online Free

purring deep within her like a well-fed cat. It would still make room for a hot and hard male. Her succubus was an unabashed whore and seemed damn proud of it all. If only Alice could hold her head as high as her succubus wanted her to.
    She took a long breath in and let additional energy seep in from the couples around her. They were too busy with one another to notice she was alone and quickly turning into a wallflower. That was fine by her. The guys weren’t really her type. She preferred her men to be alpha, rugged and commanding. None of the young men present looked like they’d know how to tame a woman in the bedroom if their lives depended on it. They looked more like they were excited to just be close to women.
    They probably were.
    She snickered.
    The place was jam-packed with horny people, each jockeying for the attention of another. She’d never really thought of herself as studious, but now that she was a fifth-year senior at the university and close to getting her degree, she found she looked forward to learning something new every day. She wasn’t quite the bookworm her best friend Mae was, but Alice had started to develop something of a healthy respect for learning.
    Though, she doubted that anyone spotting her at the party would think she was doing much more than having a good time. Actually, she was doing far more than that, but no one, other than Mae, knew the truth. Her succubus side wasn’t something she was proud of. In fact, there were times she was downright ashamed of it and herself, but there was no changing what she was. No giving up the need to absorb sexual energy on a regular basis and so far, no giving up the need to fully feed the beast. She’d kept that part from Mae, knowing her friend would frown upon Alice sleeping with so many men. Mae prided herself on having held tight to her virginity and not giving in to society norms. Alice was jealous of that, of Mae being able to save herself for the right man. Alice had never had that luxury.
    Nature had seen to that. It had stripped her of her options. As much as she wanted to be selective and wait for that perfect someone who made her feel whole, she didn’t get that choice. The best she could hope for was that she could at least stomach the person come morning who would need to fill the full sex side of her hunger.
    Her first sexual encounter nearly killed a guy. She had been fourteen, and it had been nothing more than heavy kissing, but she’d drained him. He’d been human, and no one knew then about her requirements. That she was powerful enough to harm another with what was essential to her survival. The boy had been left hospitalized for several months, in a coma, the human doctors at a loss as to what had caused his condition. Thankfully, Alice’s father had managed to pull some strings, and he had someone sneak into the facility after hours with a small dosage of vampire blood. It was low enough in quantity that the boy had never been at risk of turning, but the blood had sped his recovery.
    Alice’s guilt over who and what she was started then and it had never gone away. Ever since she’d tried her hardest to seek out supernatural males to fill her needs, but they were harder to come by than one would think in the college setting. So, she made do with what was available.
    She glanced around the party and leaned against a wall, wanting to avoid sitting on any of the second-hand furniture for fear of getting something. No one in attendance piqued her interest or stirred her inner harlot’s desires. Slim pickings for sure.
    This is what I’ve been reduced to, trolling frat parties for food .
    Self-loathing crept up on her, but she pushed it down, hiding it in the recesses of what she feared would be a heart that was unable to heal. Unable to ever open and love another.
    She let out an exasperated breath .
    It was what it was, and she’d been forced to find ways to fill the void that didn’t involve sleeping with a new man every