"You're so beautiful, Piper," Jackson whispered to me.

The spice of his cologne enveloped me, comforting me as I began to take my first steps into uncharted territory.

Jackson's hand went to the zipper at my back, his dark blue eyes staring into mine with the unasked question.

I nodded, not trusting my voice as a lump caught in my throat. It wasn't that Jackson had never seen me before, but the thought of finally being with him. It was what I wanted, and yet my stomach was still in knots.

He took my go ahead and slowly pulled the zipper down.

My heightened senses felt each tooth of the zipper release as his hand moved down my back.

Jackson's mouth met the crook of my neck, planting a small kiss with his lips slightly parted and my eyes closed. He trailed kisses all the way up until his lips met my mouth, and his hands pushed the straps of my sundress to the side, letting the material fall to the ground. Jackson took a step back, taking in the sight of me standing before him in just a bra and panties. Thankfully I'd thought far enough ahead to wear my new matching set from Victoria Secret.

My breath hitched in my throat as Jackson's dark blue eyes took in every inch of me. I trusted him. I knew that he wouldn't do anything unless it was okay with me, and still I was nervous.

"It's okay," he whispered, as if he could feel my hesitation. Jackson held out his hand to me and I laid my palm in his. He pulled me toward him and the bed, spinning us until the comforter brushed the back of my bare legs.

My eyes darted to the clock on my bedside stand. My parents still wouldn't be home for another hour, and yet I felt rushed.

Jackson's fingers tugged at my chin, bringing me back to him. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I managed to get out.

"Are you sure?"

I swallowed my nerves and answered his question with a passionate kiss. My hands moved to the waistband of his jeans, pulling him closer to me, and his arms wrapped around me, his fingers expertly unclasping my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Jackson leaned forward, his arms still around me as he lowered me onto the bed. Our lips moved hungrily, his tongue sliding into my mouth, as mine played with his. His hand slid up my body, grasping one of my breasts, his thumb brushing over the bud, and I gasped. Taking the sound of my pleasure as a sign to continue, Jackson moved his mouth to my other breast, his hot breath teasing me before latching onto the other bud.

Heat pooled in my stomach and has his hand and mouth worked together to tease me, I wanted nothing more than to feel him all over me. Every inch of my body thrummed with excitement.

Jackson switched things up, his mouth moving to the other side, giving both the same attention. When he was satisfied, he pulled away, leaving me wanting more.

I bit my lip as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing the blue cotton tee to the side. the heat from his body warmed me as he lowered himself back down. Slowly, he trailed small kisses from my lips down my body until his mouth reached the top of my panties. his tongue slid across, following the band from hip to hip. A shiver went down my spine and desire roared inside.

It was as if he could feel my desire, and maybe he could. His lips turned into a smile against my skin and he slowly pulled the fabric down my thighs, letting them fall once they reached my ankles. His hands went between my thighs, pushing them apart, and his breath tickled the insides of my legs.

I closed my eyes as Jackson's tongue moved expertly, touching all the right places. Energy raced through me, my body thrummed with it. I never felt more alive and as he teased me, I only wanted more. I needed him. My hands went through his dark blond locks, my fingers grasping and my knees tightening around his head.

Jackson's face moved up, looking at me with a smile. He knew what I wanted, and he wanted it too. With one smooth motion, he pulled his pants and underwear off. He moved toward me slow and seductively, his naked body covering mine.

Our eyes locked, and it looked as if stars danced in those dark blue pools. "Are you sure about this? I brought one just in case," he said.

I had been sure before. With a latex allergy and all other options being expensive or hard to come by I had decided, with Jackson's help, that the pill was the best option we had. I did my research, covering all the bases, getting all the tests done, and I had even told myself that this could be nice. To actually be with Jackson.

I nodded slowly, once again not trusting my own voice. My breath was shaky, and the last thing I needed was for him to take that as a sign that this wasn't what I wanted.

Jackson lowered himself down, and I could feel him pressing against my core. He maneuvered himself, his lips locking with mine in a kiss as he slowly thrust forward a couple times before making his way inside me.

My mouth opened against his with a gasp at the slight twinge of pain, but it eased as soon as it came.

His strokes were slow and smooth, and with each one, I felt more energized, like something was awakening inside me. Was this what it was like every time, or was it the magic of the first time? Whatever it was, it made me want more.

My fingers tangled in his dark blond locks, my back arching, meeting him with every stroke, my legs wrapping around his waist, savoring every inch, every second.

Our breathing was ragged, but I had never felt more alive. My body prickled with energy, only growing more intense as he sped up.

His mouth kissed my neck, my cheek, and finally my forehead before he looked into my eyes.

"Piper, I love you." His words were breathy, given in puffs as he exhaled.

And then it was like something else had taken over him. We had discussed everything beforehand, making sure we took every precaution available.

His face contorted into a look of shock and pain.

An explosion of warmth spread through my body, hot and fast, and my back arched into him, a moan escaping my lips. It was intense, and I couldn't keep my eyes open, but when I finally relaxed and looked into Jackson's eyes, their shine was gone. The beautiful blue had somehow gone flat.

"Jackson?" My voice was barely a whisper, my heart pounding in my chest.

He said nothing.

"Jackson!" I touched his chest, his skin felt cooler than it had just moments before.

It was as if his very essence had drained from him.

I pushed him off me, his body collapsing onto the bed. "Jackson!" It was a scream now. Desperation thick on every syllable. He had to say something, move, do anything. But he did nothing. He just laid there. I pressed my finger to his neck, feeling for his pulse that had been pounding with exertion just minutes before, but it was still.

My scalp prickled as I grabbed my phone, my breath shaking and tears threatening to break free at any moment.

"Please, Jackson, don't make me call. Please do something." My words shook. His body stayed motionless. "No. No, no, no."

I pressed the buttons quickly, dialing 911. My words were barely coherent when the dispatcher answered the call, but the main point had gotten through. I needed help immediately.

Paramedics had arrived in no time at all, followed closely by the police. I sat through a long line of questions about what had happened, and my parents had been called. They had already been on their way home.

I knew the police thought I killed Jackson. There was no explanation for how he would have just died. It couldn't have possibly been a heart attack at only seventeen. Not with someone as fit as him. But they had nothing to charge me with, not at that point at least. That didn't mean they wouldn't try later when his cause of death was determined.

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Every time my eyes closed for longer than a minute, the image of that night still played over, haunting every waking, and sleeping, minute. It was the night I found out the truth about who I was and what I could do. The night I had traded in my sundresses for pants and long sleeves, my neatly manicured nails for leather gloves. I was a walking weapon.

The people who raised me were not my parents. I'd been taken from my mother at birth, the only condition securing her freedom, a life locked away, controlled by the United States Government. She had surrendered her child to live that life for her.

They'd made it as painless as possible at first, allowing me to live a normal life. I had been a cheerleader, had friends, a couple boyfriends even. I had been kept in the dark. The people who raised me couldn't let me know what I was going to get myself into, if they had, I would have never ended up here in this dank, musty room hidden away from life above ground. I would have run away, had I known what was in store for me, kept away from any romantic relations until these powers had taken me over. Or they claim that's what would have happened.

My icy green eyes, rimmed with coal black liner. I analyzed my reflection, twirling the shock of white hair surrounded by my black waves, the symbol a succubus has taken a life and come into her abilities. All of it framing my pale face, every angle perfect, symmetrical, designed to lure people in. 

Jackson's was the only death on my hands, but I knew it wouldn't stay that way forever. I had lived seventeen years believing my name was Piper Harris, but I hadn't even been given that name until I was pushed into the school system. My name was Subject 139, the numbers had been permanently printed on the flesh of my wrist the night after Jackson's death as the people who raised me hauled me off to some underground camp for freaks like me. Other subjects. We were their weapons. We were supposed to help them in any way they needed. We did not live for ourselves, but instead, for the government.

And tonight was my first mission.

My leathered hands smoothed my outfit, flattening the imaginary wrinkles. Any moment guards would be on their way to collect me, give me a proper briefing, and send me on my way. My heart pounded my chest, and my eyes closed. Jackson's lifeless eyes stared at me.

My greatest fear was that I would end up doing that to someone else. Now I knew it was just a matter of time until it happened. Worse yet, excitement thrummed inside my body. The beast of the succubus hadn't been fed in nearly four years. I just hoped I would be able to contain myself.