Prick of the Knife by Rae Foxx

Bunny is an unusual name for a sucubus, especially one on the run from the vampires that spent my entire life torturing me.
But that’s my name. Bunny.
Bunny the succubus who is just having a meal in the store room of the bar I’m hiding at with the finest specimen I had seen.
Grey eyes, strong jaw, perfect… equipment. I knew I had to have him, and I mourned him as I buried him, which is why I was so surprised to see him sitting at the bar I work at the next day. Succubi kill their prey… or we did. This guy did not stay dead.
Worse, he thinks I’m his fated mate or some crap, and as ‘domineering Alpha’ he will not take no for an answer.
I’m trying to figure out why he’s not dead, and why he thinks he owns me, when the vampire’s I’m running from show up with a claim on my blood that is going to take more than some undead guy to fix.
I’m going to need to master more of my succubus skill than just rolling in the hay with hot guys… although I think I can use that, too.