19 Ivy Lane
Episode 4 by Lena Hart
There were 19 reasons why his Eloisa shouldn’t be at a place like Momence—and 19 Ivy Lane was one of them.
Ecko Bane strode up to the modest yet aging home and gave several hard knocks on the door. He could understand why Eloisa had fled California. The wake of bodies she had left behind had forced her into hiding. But he couldn’t understand what had possessed her to move to a place like this.
He’d only arrived in the small town a few hours ago and had heard enough gossip of the blue-eyed “blonde” than an outsider should have. He hadn’t even seen her yet, and already he missed her flaxen curls.
When no answer came, Ecko forced his way into the old house. He knew she was here. Her scent was distinct—along with that of the men trapped inside.
Ecko didn’t have to go far to find the unconscious men, some staring off at nothing and one slumped over a supremely polished table.
He frowned. Eloisa only polished when she was struggling to curb her hunger. The way the wooden table glistened against the afternoon light, she was clearly at her breaking point. She had written him and he’d come, but obviously not in time.
Ecko clenched his teeth, taking in the number of hypnotized men, trying not to think of what she had, or hadn’t, done with them. The men weren’t dead, but they were locked in a deep erotic trance—her way of preserving her hunt.
But they had an agreement, and it didn’t include this. He glanced around the room again. He had one hell of a mess to clean up. Her hunger was getting out of control, and he needed to find her. Fast.
Ecko made his way to the back of the house. It was in the kitchen that he found her, straddling a poor, defenseless mail carrier with her blue dress hiked up just below her round, lush ass. Her head was bent over the man as she held his head steady with both hands.
The familiar jealousy Ecko had once thought himself cured of, returned full force. This was why he could never make her his. Not in the way he wanted, anyway. She couldn’t curb her appetite, and he had never been good at sharing.
With a low growl, he jerked her off the dazed man. She spun around to face him, and her once deep blue eyes were now black with unleashed hunger.
“Lise!” He gave her a small shake. “Baby, snap out of it.”
He knew it was dangerous to stop her during a feeding, and he braced himself for an attack. Instead she blinked up at him, her deceptively calm mask crumbling as her gaze focused on him.
“E?” She glanced back at the mailman then turned back to him. There was remorse in her now dark eyes, but intense hunger still burned bright in them. “I-I’m sorry. I tried to fight it, but… I-I need to feed.”
Ecko stared down at her, his nostrils flaring as his body reacted to her unbridled lust. He understood her struggle even though he didn’t like it. Besides, he had agreed to fulfill her appetite until they could find another way to control her hunger. He wouldn’t deny her now.
Ecko offered no resistance when she jerked him forward and pressed her soft lips against his. His own appetite for her was always insatiable.
Lifting her high, he sat her down on the granite counter and her long legs instantly wrapped around his hips. She didn’t need to use any of her usual tricks on him. He was effortlessly sucked into her erotic spell.
This is what he got for loving the likes of Eloisa Sinclair—my demon witch.
My damn succubus.