by Lola Taylor
Angela reached over and squeezed my hand. “This will pass. Don’t worry.”
“How much do you know, about what happened?”
She shook her head. “Not much. They’re keeping whatever happened a week ago under tight wraps. All I know is someone - or something dangerous - broke into the school and tried to attack you and Hector.”
Looking into Angela’s eyes, I knew she could be trusted. It felt right to tell her, so I did. I started with the alley, then worked my way up to the bunker, leaving out the, ahem, R-rated moments that had passed between Hector and me.
Angela had gone pale by the time I finished. “So it’s true. There really is a killer on the loose here.”
I set down my sandwich, knowing I wasn’t going to eat it with my stomach so full of butterflies. “We don’t know for sure that thing is tied with the murders.” Though the way it had ripped apart those guards was much the same as Damien had done to that vampire.
I shivered, suddenly cold.
Angela and I didn’t talk much after that, each of us too worried to think up engaging conversation. When Hector came back, I said goodbye to my friend with another hug, and sank down onto the couch. “I want her to have guards,” I said, looking at Hector. “I’m worried Damien will try to attack her to get at me. I can’t risk her life.”
He raised a brow. “I’ll have it arranged.” The cushion sank as he sat down beside me. “Did you enjoy your visit?”
I nodded and pressed the back of his hand to my lips. “Very much. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” His eyes softened. “It won’t always be like this, all this hiding.”
I swallowed hard. “I hope not.”
He watched me a moment longer, then grinned. “Though you know, while we’re alone, I can think of a few ways to stave off the sting of loneliness.”
“Oh?” I asked, cheering up. “Like what?”
“Well, seeing as I’m still sweaty from our workout earlier, I thought I might take a bath.”
“You don’t like baths.”
“I do now.”
I yelped in surprise as he hoisted me into his arms and whisked me away to the bathroom, my clothes flying off before he’d shut the door.
AN ENTIRE THREE MONTHS PASSED without incident. Hector had even taken me for my second and third field observations. Of course, we were accompanied by guards, and I was terrified we were going to run into Damien, but it never happened. Little by little, I looked over my shoulder a bit less, and things started to return to normal. Well, as normal as things could get in a reform school for wayward paranormals.
I was allowed to return to the dining hall, so long as guards accompanied me at all times. At first, conversation was stiff between Angela’s group and myself, and people stared an awful lot, but gradually they relaxed around me. I hadn’t realized how much I’d needed this, to be surrounded by people, until I’d been alone for three months straight.
Hector and I trained relentlessly. As I got stronger and faster, I begged him to bump up my sessions. He relented, and we started training of a morning, afternoon, and of an evening before bath time. That’s right - we had bath time every night, where we’d lounge in a tangle of limbs in a bubble-ridden tub, talking and laughing and pretending like the rest of the world didn’t exist.
I hadn’t noticed it until Hector declared me fit enough to take out into the city one day, but I knew as I followed him into the sex shop, I was head-over-heels smitten. And not just smitten - I was gone, as Monique would have said. I wished I could have told her about our relationship, but I was still too afraid to share it for fear people would find out, and Hector and I would be punished. Angela had kept her mouth shut, and I was thankful to have her to talk to, particularly about my growing need to be closer to Hector.
“Maybe you need to get aggressive,” she told me one day while we were eating snacks between her class and my workout session. “You know, you seduce him.”
I gulped, nearly choking on my water. “I’m not sure I can do that.” Hector and I had done a lot of cognitive therapy when it came to my aversion to seduction. And while I did feel more confident, the thought of initiating the act still made me a little nervous.
She grinned. “You’re a fox. You got this.”
I smiled back.
That conversation came to the forefront of my mind as Hector and I walked through Cupid’s Closet, a premier sex toy shop in downtown Kansas City. He was one of their models and spokespeople, so he was here on business and wanted me to learn the ropes. Only three guards had come with us this time, all men, and they couldn’t hide their blushes as they reluctantly followed us in the store.
I giggled, just happy to be allowed out and about somewhere that wasn’t within a ten mile radius of Elysian.
Besides, I was curious about this place. I’d never been in a sex shop before, having ordered my vibrator online because I was too chicken to go in person to pick one up. Even now, I felt myself growing warm as I looked at the cuffs, gels, costumes, and other accessories, and an excited tingle shot through my core.
After Hector made a pit stop at the counter to chat-up the manager about business dealings, I started for the door when Hector took my hand and pulled me in a different direction.
I arched a brow. “Where are we going? I thought you had to get back to Elysian for a faculty meeting.”
“They can wait.” A mischievous - and I dare say, carnal - glint sparked in his eyes, making me tremble. He stopped in an aisle away from the windows, in a secluded corner toward the back of the store. “What do you think?” he asked, gesturing to the rows of clitoris-stimulating toys.
I eyed them, speechless for a moment as I read the labels. I hadn’t realized there were so many variations. “Um, they, uh, look interesting.”
“Interesting.”
“Yeah. Interesting.”
He plucked a small plastic package from the shelf and without preamble, opened the package.
My mouth flopped open. “Hey, you can’t do that! You haven’t paid for it.”
“Consider it already paid for,” he said, a smug smile pulling at his lips as he removed the small vibrator within. “Here. See what you think.”
Giving him a dirty look, I took it. Its surface had almost a velvety texture, and gentle bumps covered the tip. “It’s so small.”
“That’s why it’s called a bullet model. Care to try it on for size?”
My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. “In here? Right now?”
“Right now,” he said, almost like a dare.
I stared at Hector. “You want me to masturbate. In public.”
“That’s what I had in mind,” he said huskily.
At the thought of it, my heart started pounding. Be bold. Finally, I shrugged. “Why the hell not?”
Looking him in the eyes, I attached the vibrator to my thumb via the strap and discreetly lowered my hand down my skirt. The lacey outline of my thong touched my fingertips, and my breath caught as my hand dove lower, and the vibrator grazed my throbbing clitoris.
I stood there, breath held, afraid to move. This was so outside the norm of what I’d do, despite being a “whore of the Underworld.”
Hector gently took me and turned me around so my back was to him. He wrapped his arms around me, like we were a couple just browsing, and pressed a kiss to my neck. “Turn it on,” he whispered.
I swallowed hard and flicked the switch.
A sharp gasp. Shoots of fire and electricity blazing through me, all concentrated at that small nub. I moaned softly, and Hector pressed me against him, holding me to him. “Stroke yourself,” he whispered, nipping at my ear.
I obeyed, a puppet on strings. My breathing quickened in time to each stroke, driving me closer to climax as I felt the energy tumble and coil, gathering in an explosive ball at the center of my core.
“Faster,” he breathed.
I rubbed harder and quicker, barely aware of my surroundings, of the people walking the aisle
s around us and the drone of the store music.
“I want you to fuck yourself, Sally,” he whispered in my ear. “Think about what pleases you most.”
What pleases me most…
I began rocking my hips a little, giving extra friction against the tiny vibrating nub. I ran myself over it, up and down, as I stoked, increasing the pressure. My breathing came in quick pants as my heart raced, making my blood hot and my panties wetter.
I imagined the way Hector had licked me the other night, how that felt. Slipping my hand further into my pants, I dipped my fingertips into my slick, hot folds.
“That’s it,” Hector whispered. “Loose yourself.”
No problem – I was already gone. I forgot where I was, what I was doing. Everything fell away as I focused on pleasuring myself, of increasing those sweet, sharp shoots of ecstasy begging to be released throughout my body.
Hector pressed me up against the display, his hard cock grinding against my ass. Discreetly, he reached up through my jacket and kneaded my breast. I hadn’t worn a bra. Which was good, because my breasts were throbbing in time with my clit. My whole body was on fire.
“Oh, God,” I breathed.
“Turn the vibrations up.”
I did with a flick of my finger. The jolts increased at once, and I gasped in shock. It was so intense.
“Faster, Sally,” Hector growled.
I did as he demanded of me, fucking myself harder. With the pleasure coursing through me, it was easy to forget where I was. In my mind, I was in a bed with Hector. He was sprawled across silk sheets, completely naked, as was I. I sat on top of him, rocking my body up and down, grinding my clit against him as I squeezed my breasts and moaned his name.
It was a fantasy I’d relived several times now with my vibrator back in my bedroom, but it was never this intense before. Something about screwing myself in a public venue made the whole thing more… real.
“Come for me,” Hector commanded.
Sucking in a breath to cry out, Hector whirled me and kissed me as a cry escaped me, swallowing the sound. I gasped as he broke the kiss, both of us noticeably breathing harder as we stared at each other for a few seconds.
He reached up and brushed a bang away. “How do you feel?”
“Incredible. Alive.” I glimpsed the bulge around his crotch. “Hungry for more.” I reached out and rubbed my palm over his erection, and he groaned.
“Please don’t tease me,” he rasped.
I glanced over my shoulder at a door I’d noticed as we passed by. “I’m not teasing,” I said with a grin, then grabbed his hand and pulled him down the aisle and into the restroom.
It was one of those single-room restrooms with the basics; a toilet, a sink, and a paper towel dispenser. Thrilled to find it sparkling clean, I shut the door and locked it, then tore at the buttons holding Hector’s pants shut.
He gave a surprised gasp. “What are you doing?”
“Whatever the hell I want.” I licked my lips as his jeans came down, followed by his boxers, and his erection sprung free.
“Sally,” he said as I got to my knees. “You’re not-”
I took his cock in my hand, my tongue slipping out to lick the swollen head. I stroked him with my hand, pumping him good and long, and a pleasurable thrill went through me when a little of his salty cum slipped into my mouth.
Hector gripped the sink and leaned his head back. “Sally…”
“Sssh,” I said. “Just relax. Don’t you want me to show you what I’ve learned?” I asked innocently, batting my lashes at him.
His eyes darkened with lust. “Consider this an exam.”
I licked his dick again. “An exam I intend to ace.”
I kissed the head like I would have Hector’s mouth, sucking and pulling as he began bucking his hips. Bit by bit, I took him into my mouth, licking him as he slid in and out, in and out.
“That’s it,” he said. “That feels good.”
“I can do ‘great.’”
Opening up, I took him in as far as I could.
A low groan came out of him as I sucked hard, pulling back slowly at first before consuming him over and over again with increasing urgency.
He gripped the sink for support, his head arched back, hips bucking to my rhythm. “Yes. Harder.”
I grabbed his rock-solid butt and worked harder, faster. I smiled inside as I felt him grow longer and harder. I dug my nails into his ass, at which point he grabbed my head and took over, fucking my mouth.
I licked the length of him, relishing the juices beginning to spill out of his tip.
“Sal… ly,” he gritted out, followed by a growled gasp of release. His cock pulsed and thrummed as he came in my mouth, the saltiness of him coating my tongue. Smiling, I swallowed and stood as he sagged, breathing heavily.
“What got into you?” he said.
“You, apparently.” I smiled and kissed him.
He held me to him. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Afraid you created a monster?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “No. I’m just wondering what it’d be like with no barriers between us.”
I’ve been wondering the exact same thing.
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’ve changed. You’re not the girl I met a few months ago. You’re bolder now. I knew you’d transformed when you fucked yourself in public.” He smiled as I felt my cheeks heat, and he kissed my forehead. “That aspect I hope never changes. Blush suits you.”
I leaned in to give him a long, hard kiss. “How do you like the taste of yourself?” I whispered huskily.
He answered by yanking me to him, one hand in my hair, the other at my back.
We kissed until someone banged on the door, wanting in.
Giggling like a couple of horny teenagers caught doing it in their parents’ bedroom, we made ourselves presentable and exited. The woman blinked several times, eyes going wide as she stared. “He-Hector? Aurelius?”
I wondered how she had recognized him, then realized I’d knocked off his hat in our fit of passion.
Instantly, his movie-star smile was in place. He shook her hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”
That resulted in whispered rumors that Hector Aurelius was here, and fangirls began flocking over in droves, much to their boyfriends’ or husbands’ ire. Many autographs were signed, pictures taken, and hugs given before Hector and I were able to sneak away long enough for us to make an escape.
We were almost to the door when he said, “Oh! Almost forgot.”
Grabbing my hand, he pulled me to the front counter, where he plunked down the vibrator on the countertop. “We had to borrow this for an exam. We’ll be taking it home as a trophy.” He’d slipped it off my finger and into his pocket during our bathroom romp.
The manager raised a brow, then shook his head. “I don’t even want to ask,” he said, ringing it up.
Hector answered with a triumphant smile, to which I could have buried my face in my hands and disappeared from embarrassment.
Still, I couldn’t hide the smile on my face as we left the store hand-in-hand. It had begun to snow. Light, fluffy flakes floated down from the sky, twirling in the breeze along the sidewalk. “I hate not being able to hold your hand at Elysian,” I said as we walked. “I hate the distance, the pretending.”
He squeezed my hand, a heavy smile on his face. “It’ll get better.”
I smiled at him, wanting to believe him. But I also knew how the Underworld worked.
And things never ended well in love for an incubus or succubus.
Chapter 14
WHEN I GOT BACK from breakfast the next morning, I hadn’t expected the first words out of Hector’s mouth to be, “Dean Prescott wants to see you. Well, both of us, actually.”
I stopped dead, eyebrows raising. “Do you know why?”
His gaze darkened. “I have an idea.”
I pounced on him. “What is it
? Is something wrong?”
“No, actually it’s good.”
I frowned. “If it’s so good, then why do you look like you swallowed a turd?”
“Ew,” he said, wrinkling up his face. “That’s disgusting.”
“Sorry,” I said, shrugging. “Should I have said lemon?”
“That would certainly taste better,” he said wryly. “Can’t say I know what shit tastes like, though I eat my fair share at faculty meetings.”
I grinned. “Good one.”
He glanced at his watch, then hurried me out the door. “We need to get going. Prescott’s already been waiting ten minutes.”
I struggled to keep up with him, he was walking so fast. “Sorry to keep His Majesty waiting.”
His lips tried tugging up in a smile as his grip on my arm tightened in warning.
I sighed. “I know, I know. I’ll be a good little succubus.”
“You were anything but good last night.”
I flushed at the memory of the things we’d done to each other in Hector’s bedroom when we’d gotten back from the sex shop. I never knew there were so many creative ways to use handcuffs, which he’d had an ample supply of thanks to his occupation. “You started it.”
“Right you are, love. And I certainly finished it.” In a bold move, he reached down and pinched my butt, and I gave a little yelp.
“Careful!” I hissed, looking around frantically to see if anyone had seen us. “Angela says rumors are already going around we’re shagging each other.”
“So? We’re sex demons. It’s what we do.”
“You know what I mean.”
He rounded the corner and pinned me to the wall. “What do you mean, Sally?” he murmured, leaning in.
I forgot to breathe. “Um, I, er, the relationship.” I cleared my throat, blinking several times to clear my mind. “We can’t let people get the wrong idea.”
“There’s nothing wrong about this,” he said, then he kissed me so deeply I nearly sank to my knees.
My head was spinning when he finally released me and squeezed my hand, smiling slightly as he tugged me along. “No fair,” I mumbled. “That was a sneak attack.”