Free Izzy's Fight: The Izzy Rose Chronicles Book 1 by Nicole Clark

Chapter One
    Did she really want to do this? Yes, because she was sick of staying home without anything to do while living within a constant cloud of fear of what could happen. Just because one bad thing had happened, she going to seclude herself? Seclude herself from the sad and pitiful succubus that had let her goddess powers and anger consume her until she ended up hurting people that were innocent bystanders? She didn’t think so! She was half succubus and half goddess. She was a strong, independent, female that had been living like a hermit for the past few weeks when, normally, she had a different guy every night of the week—sometimes two a night, depending on her mood.
    Looking up at the club, she pulled at the hem of her shirt nervously. It had been a hot minute since she’d been to this club. Taking a step forward, she let her worries fade away with each stride. There was no turning back now—not that she wanted to. This was her night to get back to being the female she’d been before. She would let the demon out to play tonight, and hopefully her night would leave her sore in all the right places.
    Walking through the doors, she ambled to the bar, snagged one of the barstools and ordered a drink. As she placed her money down, a man’s hand came down over hers. Looking up, she squinted, trying to see his eyes past all the brilliant lights that bounced off the club walls and the polished bar top.
    “Don’t bother, beautiful. I’ve got this one and any others you may want,” he whispered in her ear.
    His deep voice sent shivers down her spine in a way none ever had. Grinning flirtatiously, she stood up and started walking away from him. She felt his eyes following her as she sashayed away. Before turning the corner, she looked back and saw he was getting up to follow her. Grinning, she walked to the back hallway where the music wasn’t as loud, where she could hear herself think.
    Her back faced the hallway’s entrance, while couples around her were pressed together, all but having sex since their clothes were still on. It didn’t take long for her mystery man to join her. He kissed her shoulder as his arms snaked around her, pulling her against his broad chest. Her head lolled to the side as his lips moved across her smooth skin, sending chills through her core. As part succubus, she was used to making men want her underneath them instantly. It was all part of her charm and had lead to many great nights in some people’s beds. Placing her hand on the wall, she lulled her head back while his assault continued on her neck. It didn’t take long before his one hand was under her shirt and the other rubbing the inside of her jeans.
    “Come home with me,” he whispered, as he nipped at her neck. His hands continued to explore her form of their own free will, as if he knew she wouldn’t knock them away.
    Since sex was why she came to the club in the first place, she agreed. He took her hand and led her back through the club. Once they stepped outside, he grabbed keys out of his pocket and led her to a car.
    Within seconds of walking into his house, his lips were claiming hers. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, he removed it in one swift jerk, tossing it across the room. Undoing her jeans, she shimmied out of them and kicked them across the room.
    Pinning her against the wall with his muscular body, her mystery man grabbed her hands and cinched both of them with one of his, holding them above her head. Ripping the thin scrap of material away from her core, he slid his fingers along her wet lips, releasing a moan from her mouth.
    “Damn, baby girl, you’re already so wet. You really want this, don’t you?”
    “Fuck yes I do,” she breathed out, squirming and bucking her hips against his fingers.
    Releasing her hands, he quickly removed his jeans and grabbed her hips to pick her up. Pushing her against the wall once more, he deftly ripped open a condom wrapper and put the condom in place before he brought