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just the place. Sort of a succubus smorgasbord, if you’re willing.”

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    As Lilith, Queen of the Succubi, materialized in the deep shadows outside the large brick three-story, she expanded her senses and sniffed the night air. The salty tang of ocean mixed with the astringent scent from the weeping willow just behind her left an almost metallic taste on the back of her tongue. The sharp ocean breeze stung her cheeks and ruffled the long hair around her face.
    Other than small animals and a few ocean birds, no one and nothing lurked nearby.
    She stepped out of her hiding place, her soft-soled shoes silent as she made her way across the perfectly manicured lawn as a soft aura of moonlight bathed her in its warmth. After all, she’d been a creature of the night since Adam had chosen Eve over her in the Garden of Eden all those many centuries ago.
    Only kindness from a surprising source had saved her.
    Adam’s rejection still stung, more from her pride after all this time, but she shoved it aside and let anticipation curl inside her belly as she stepped up onto the porch and rang the bell. Chimes that reminded her of a grandfather clock echoed through the foyer before the large front door swung silently open.
    Lilith stepped inside and pulled the tie at her neck to undo the fastening of her flowing black cape. She shrugged the sensuous material off her shoulders and hung it on the coat rack as the doors swung gently closed behind her.
    “Uriel, I’m here.” The sound of her voice echoed in the entry-way, and she took a moment to let her gaze linger on the silk paneling, the hardwood banister, and the priceless pieces of artwork tastefully on display. As if drawn by a magnetic force, she stepped forward toward a life-sized marble statue of Uriel done by Michelangelo during the Italian Renaissance.
    The statue stood on a three-inch platform, nearly seven feet tall from top to bottom. It captured the Archangel in a fighting stance holding his twin deadly daggers, the promise of swift justice in his expression. He was completely nude, and Lilith let her gaze drink in the delicious sight of him—the broad shoulders, smooth, hairless chest, trim waist, corded thighs, and long, thick cock that laid against his thigh, his heavy sac hanging just underneath.
    Blood rushed through her body, pooling in her breasts and between her thighs, leaving her skin achy and her pussy empty and wanting. She needed to feed, but knew that even had she been fully sated, her reaction would be the same when it came to Uriel.
    And the statue was nothing compared to the real thing.
    She reached out and brushed the tips of her fingers over the statue’s thick cock, tracing down the shaft to the head as vivid mental images of when she’d touched the reality flashed through her mind. Even flaccid, Uriel was impressive.
    A sensual growl sounded just behind her and made her jump like a guilty child.
    “The smell of your sweet arousal is like ambrosia, my beautiful nassah .” Uriel’s warm breath against her cheek and the heat of his body just behind her sent a quick rush of silky moisture between the swollen lips of her labia.
    Uriel inhaled deep and pulled her back tight against him. The instant she felt his hard erection pressing against her, she gasped.
    “I didn’t realize you had such an interest in art.”
    Unable to speak through her suddenly tight throat, Lilith tilted her head to the side, an invitation that he readily accepted, skimming his lips down the side of her neck and gently sucking at her skin. Arousal shot through her veins like liquid fire, and more silky moisture leaked from her body as she melted back against him.
    With a feral growl, Uriel bit down on her neck hard, the pain sharpening into an exquisite torture as a light wave of vertigo slapped at her, making her sway.
    Uriel held her tight against his body until the dizziness passed and then . . . he was gone.
    Lilith wasn’t surprised to see he’d materialized them