Lilith has ruled the underrealm's hall of desire for longer than mortals have kept calendars. They come to her through their dreams, kneel on her black stone floor, and leave empty and smiling. No one has ever walked in uninvited. No one has ever refused to be afraid.

Then a man steps out of the shadows at the far end of her hall, shirtless, inked, and utterly calm, and says two words: 'My turn.'

Her power slides off him like water. Her claws find nothing to hold. And the Queen of Desire discovers, pinned against her own pillar with his hand at her throat, that there is one thing in two worlds she has never once been made to feel.

He will not tell her his name. He will not leave. And every night he ends the same way, buried deep inside her with a single word against her skin.

A dark fantasy erotica short about a succubus who has never been claimed and the hunter who came for her alone. Explicit content, dominant hero, guaranteed heat. For adult readers.

Succubus Claimed

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