The Succubus's Claim

I've fed on a thousand men in three hundred years, and I never once got full. Then I tasted him. Lilith is a succubus — wild, insatiable, always hungry. Rhys owns the bar she hunts in: calm, commanding, and just as sex-crazed as she is. One night with him feeds her more than a month of hunting ever did, because Rhys is a wellspring — a once-in-a-generation man whose essence never runs dry. So he lays down his terms: she feeds only from him, and he decides when, how, and how much. She agrees on her knees. But the Ashen Court felt the wellspring flare, and Mother Vex wants him in chains — or Lilith back in the fold. What follows is a war fought the only way either of them knows how: hunger against hunger, claim against claim, marks burned into her skin and a bond no court in Hell can sever. A dark, ravenous paranormal romance. Explicit in every chapter. Possessive to the bone. It ends exactly where it should: his.