Sebastian

last steps, he turned into the corridor just in time to see Teaser backing away from an open door.
    "It's not me," Teaser said as he hit the wall opposite the door and slid to the floor. " It's not me !"
    Lynnea dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around Teaser, who sounded hysterical.
    Sebastian didn't know if she'd heard him or just sensed him, but she turned her head and looked at him, her eyes full of worry and relief.
    He strode to the door, stepped into the room—and froze.
    The woman on the bed was so ensnared in a sexual haze she wasn't aware of anything else. Her hands were fisted in the sheets and her hips pumped with the desperation of someone whose release was being held just out of reach, but her breathing sounded painfully harsh and her eyes were chillingly blank.
    The man was too busy pounding himself into her to either notice or care that he had an audience.
    The woman's breathing became more labored, but her hips kept up the desperate pumping.
    Save the woman. Get that bastard off of her.
    But as he took another step, the man turned his head and looked at him.
    Teaser's face. But there was a sharp cruelty in the smile and a viciousness in the eyes that he'd never seen in his friend—not even when Teaser was being cruel.
    The humping continued, hard and fast, the last thrusts before release. The woman moaned, but it was impossible to tell if the sound was a response to pain or pleasure.
    As Sebastian breathed in the feral, musky scent that filled the room, the power of the incubus unfurled inside him, a sharp-edged hunger honed by the other male.
    Yes. Take her. She was only human, only prey. Feed desire until it became insatiable, then feast on the flood of feelings, working the body until the mind was helpless to do anything but respond and provide more meat for the feast. Feast and feast until the prey was incapable of fighting to survive.
    Kill with pleasure.
    One last thrust. The woman cried out—a liquid, unhealthy sound, as if something had broken inside her.
    The male with Teaser's face closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure.
    Sebastian's heart pounded. He felt hot, hard—and sick with a desperate hunger he had never felt in quite that way before.
    Then he heard Lynnea's voice, just a murmur of comfort to Teaser, and he gasped for air, feeling as if he'd almost been pulled into a dark, ugly place. He had never hunted like this, had no desire to hunt like this.
    But in a dark corner of his heart, he understood the power of this kind of hunt, understood the cruel pleasure. And he understood that without Nadia, Glorianna, and Lee, he might have become a hunter like the male now rolling off the bed.
    The male moved to the center of the room—Teaser's body but not his eyes. There was nothing of Teaser in those eyes.
    "Diluted spawn," the male said, sneering. "One-faced mongrel who does its tricks to win a few scraps of emotion. We starved, locked away in that landscape, while the ones we had driven out because they had become tainted by feelings survived by hiding in the human landscapes. They mated with prey and ended up producing things like you ."
    "What are you?" Sebastian said, even though he already knew. In his blood, in the marrow of his bones, he knew.
    The male's body changed. The blond hair darkened. The blue eyes turned green.
    Sebastian stared at his own face.
    "I'm what you should have been," the male replied. He looked over Sebastian's shoulder. "I'm more than you'll ever be. She won't be able to resist me," he added in Sebastian's voice.
    Lynnea.
    The hunger of the incubus withered inside Sebastian as another power flared, fed by fear and fury.
    He threw himself at the incubus, sent them crashing to the floor. It fought viciously, with animalistic savagery. But hearing Lynnea shouting his name made him just as vicious, just as savage in his desperation to save her from what this male would do to her.
    It rolled, pinning him beneath it, its hands around his throat, choking him.
    Then Lynnea darted into the room, grabbed the male by the hair, and yanked. That provided enough of a distraction for Sebastian to break the choke hold and roll away.
    The other male rolled, too, trying to grab her, but Teaser dashed into the room and pulled Lynnea back to the doorway.
    Sebastian scrambled to his feet, gasping for air. The other male got to his feet with more grace—and changed again.
    Sebastian stared at the bull demon. It didn't have the height or muscle of a real bull demon,