The Succubus and her two Mates

2 | Meet Ronnie

“Okay. You got this. Just two nights of frivolity and then we’re back to our life.” She was fluffing up her hair in the hotel lounge's restroom. She had placed a red hair glamour on tonight. She had been blonde for a while and wanted to try something different. He had liked the blonde… She shook her head.

She had gotten out of the hospital that morning. Enough savings left over for her to put her deposit and forward rent down on a one-bedroom apartment. Just enough - she was completely strapped now. She could pick up the keys in two days on Friday when she also had her first shift back at the club. Everything was coming up Ronnie.

She just needed to find an adorable lush to kill a few days with. Plan A, find one of those sweet boys who she could get back up to their room and have some fun. Plan B, an already half-cut semi-decent human being she could ply with more liquor in their room and she can get a nice night's sleep in a cushy hotel room. She’d give them just enough to think they had the night of their lives. Plan A would be the preference. She hadn't had s*x in… a while.

Regardless which way it went, if she was lucky they’d be staying at the hotel until the end of the week. Businessmen were the best targets as they needed to be out all day doing their business.

She walked into the bar with confidence. She strode purposefully, taking in the clientele of the bar floor, able to cross out any unsuitable suitors without letting her eyes linger on them. There were a few tables with two or three men sitting together. She could wrangle two men if she needed to but she'd need them to both be pretty great.

She saw two men each sitting by themselves at tables - one of them was very drunk, waves of self-pity rolled off him. No, thank you. She kept walking across the room. She noticed she had caught the other man's eye and she felt his eagerness. She made sure not to make eye contact - she'd learnt to be careful of what men she met the gaze of.

She was starting to run out of the walkway. She saw there were three people up at the bar. A middle-aged couple up one end and a man sitting by himself at the other. The solo drinker was staring ahead so she could only see his broad shoulders in a suit jacket. It looked expensive. His hair was dark, shaved short along the sides with length on the top, pushed back. He hadn’t seen her so she couldn’t gauge how he would react to her but he wasn’t emanating anything concerning. He seemed sad, but not the desperate kind from the other man. Tired. Definitely drunk.

You got this Ronnie.

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As they entered the lift, Ronnie noted that there was only one floor button. Impressed, she faced the man. His hand still rested on her lower back. His thumb was circling. She was very okay with how this was going. The guy was an absolute fox. His green eyes were framed by the longest blackest eyelashes she had ever seen. His jaw was strong and long, ending with a square off chin.

As soon as her eyes had met his she’d known instantly where this night was going to end. She had definitely beat her own record. She hadn't needed to push him much at all, just a couple of pulses to make sure she had his attention. Tiny. She only ever did it if the men were already eager - which they always were - just to get things moving quicker. There was no ring on his finger.

The moment of his attraction to her had been amazing. She never felt so wanted before. Her attraction to him was plain and itched right under the surface. She was intrigued by the intensity of his interest but also felt an undercurrent she had not experienced before and was looking forward to exploring it.

She reached up caressing his jaw, touching the top of his neck above his collar and settling her hand on his chest. He looked down at her, his eyes kept coming in and out of focus. He seemed to be about to say something but would stop.

“Hmmm. Cat got your tongue?” She purred at him. That seemed to shake him, his eyes flashing with clarity. He swept her up against the elevator wall, crashing his mouth into hers. Her mouth opened in surprise as she yelped in pleasant shock. An opening he was waiting for, pushing his tongue against hers. A moan escaped her without warning. She responded to him with the same intensity. He made an appreciative groan into her mouth.

When the doors opened he pulled her into the corridor.

She skipped along next to him. There were moments where her feet didn't touch the floor as they frequently stopped along the short journey. He was holding the sides of her face as he leant back against the wall. She had crawled up on him. Her knees were on either side of him, tightly clenched, her arms threaded under his jacket feeling his muscular back as she clung to him like a spider monkey.

"Goddess," he breathed. "I need you in that room."

"Glad to oblige." She dropped off him, letting him lead her the final steps. She realised at that moment that there was a man standing next to the hotel room door. He stared straight ahead, not making eye contact.

She was bundled into the room. "Evening," she called over her shoulder to the, what was he? A guard? There was something odd about him but she was too far gone into lust to think much of it.

A lamp flicked on breathing light on a small living area with a deep and plush lounge. She skipped over to it, flopping down and undoing her sandals. He knelt down, taking over. Leaning back she watched as he unraveled the straps, his eyes trailing up and down her body. He traced his fingers on the slight imprints left.

Keeping eye contact, he lent forward and kissed her inner thigh just above her knee.

"I'm gonna…" she started.

Brand stood, pulling off his jacket while Ronnie swiftly unbuckled his belt, when the hotel room door opened. Ronnie jumped in surprise.

"For f…" the new entrant mumbled tiredly. Taking a breath, "Brand. This really isn't the time for this."

"Brock. Um… this is…" Brand trailed off looking at Ronnie, realising they never exchanged names. She giggled, standing up and sliding past him.

"I'm Veronika. Everyone calls me Ronnie." She took in the new man. He was incredibly built. He was the most traditionally handsome man she could ever remember meeting. Where Brand was pretty and more attractive in an interesting way, like a model. Though she was thinking this new guy could be a model too...

She felt a little uncertain on her feet. Fierce waves of jealousy peppered with sharp spears of hurt radiated off him. Whoops. Is green eyes taken?

"Brand-?" She glanced back towards him.

"Brandon. Brand," he said. He was still standing over by the couch, his belt unbuckled.

"Brand and I just met at the bar." She reached her hand forward to shake his. "Brock, right?"

He just stared at her. She felt him look her up and down. Appreciation for her shape rolled off him.

"It's late…" Brock started to direct her to leave when he went very still.

Ronnie felt his attraction to her build. It was similar to Brand's first response to her. She also sensed that he was going to try and get rid of her.

"Hey. I'm really sorry if I've…" I gestured to the two of them.

Brand looked lost. “It’s not really… quite like that…” he mumbled, feeling like a fool.

"That's okay," Brock responded, though he looked confused. He and Brand were catching each other's eye. "I'm going to bed." He shook his head, glancing back at both of them as he went.

"I hope I didn't cause trouble," she mumbled after he closed his bedroom door behind him.

"No no. Don't worry about him. He's naturally a buzz kill." He grinned, sheepish now. He pushed his hair back. Ronnie appreciated him- the spell was definitely broken, though. She thought about pushing it back on track. But Brock's disruption had thrown her. She was disappointed that he had wanted to flee so quickly. Maybe she could be in the mood for two men, if these two were the option.

"Look, sorry. I'm actually here on really important business, and I've had too much to drink, so it probably wasn't the smartest decision to bring you up here." He started to do up his buckle. "What room are you in? I can walk you."

Damn it. Ronnie had to think quickly. "I have to admit. I was pretty confident this was going to a foregone conclusion so I let my friend know she could have the room all to herself." It was an oldie but a goody.

Brand regarded her. She hoped he didn't think about it too much. There hadn't been any point that she could have texted anyone in the time they'd been together.

"Look. I'll just crash out on the couch. I'll be gone first thing in the morning." She pulsed at him, just a little bit. He rocked on his heels, eyeing her.

"Sure thing. Don't… don't rush off in the morning."

Ronnie gleefully jumped back onto the couch, snagging a bottle of water on her way. She pulled the throw down from the back of the couch with her large handbag tucked in next to her.

"Goodnight!" She called.

He watched her, amused. Trying to think back on how much he had drunk, he headed towards his bedroom. "Goodnight."

"Sweet dreams."

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