My body clearly indicated the answer. “Not yet.”
His eyes glimmered as he searched mine. “What do you want?”
I rose on my tiptoes to bring my lips closer to his. “You.”
This time, I grabbed him and initiated the kiss. I pulled his shirt out from his waistband and reached underneath, trailing my fingers over his hard, sculpted body.
He scooped me up and carried me into the bedroom and over to the four-poster bed covered with pale blue or white pillows. He placed me on the soft white down comforter with an edge of roughness that heightened my already overstimulated senses and added to the heat in my already damp panties.
I leaned forward and ran my hands over his chest. He pulled off his now rumpled shirt, and I ogled his torso, my gaze sinking into each dip and curve down his chiseled abs. I visualized tonguing each one and savoring the salty taste of him.
We pushed the bedding down and settled back onto soft cotton sheets. He crawled over me and stared down, his expression now possessive. Leaving no doubt he was claiming me.
Maybe so, but only for a short time. After all, what harm could one night do?
“What exactly do you want, Selena?” The way he said my name in that husky whisper rumbled through me, stirring something foreign deep within my core.
His black hair fell past his strong jaw and strands of it tickled my cheek. I loved the rebellious length of it. Never could resist a bad boy. And this sexy incubus was by far the most irresistible one I’d encountered.
I stared into those intense eyes. If he walked out of my life without letting me sample his delectable goods first, I’d simmer in a cesspool of regret.
This isn’t real. He’s an incubus. He’s designed to make you respond this way.
Who cared? I was created from that same mold.
Grabbing a fistful of his dark hair, I declared, “I want you to fuck me.”
His smile turned decadent, and his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Then we’re finally seeing eye-to-eye.”
Daron unfastened the bodice at the top of my dress enough to reveal my breasts. When he lowered his head, covering me with kisses from my jawline down, I ceased to breathe. Wanting. Waiting.
With his fingers caressing my breasts, he covered one nipple with his hot mouth. I squirmed and arched up, offering more. He took the luxury of time as he devoured one and then the other, expertly arousing my response until I swore I’d come from his attention on them alone.
More. I needed more. Running my hands through his long dark hair, I trailed them over to the back of his neck.
One of his hands slipped in between my thighs, edging higher. My breaths rose to near pants. When he touched my sensitive flesh, a relieved cry escaped me.
“You’re so wet.” He kissed down my midriff, tonguing a hot trail around my belly button that made me squirm. “For me?”
Since he was the only other one in the room, it was a good guess, but I wasn’t going to let my sarcastic mouth ruin where we were headed.
Especially since I knew where I wanted his mouth to head.
“Please.” My request sounded in between a plea and a command. I didn’t care which as long as it conveyed the message.
When he continued to untie the fastenings of my dress, I took over to quicken the process. After I shed the rest of my clothing, I slid back on the bed.
He stared at me and looked pleased. “Beautiful.” He traced his hands from my face, trailing down my body. Then he lowered himself, pausing in between my legs. “Do you want this?”
He exhaled with a long hot breath on my exposed sex.
I shuddered with hedonistic delight. My body coiled with need. “Yes. Yes.”
When he speared my folds with his tongue, I gasped. He moaned with what sounded like pleasurable approval and I sank back into the soft bedding.
He slid his hands under my ass and lifted me a few inches higher. With long, slow licks, he teased me, alternating between savoring every hidden centimeter and applying increasing pressure on my sensitive clit.
Within moments, I’d turned into a hot, needy mess, clutching at his shoulders or fisting the soft cotton sheets. Fuck, he was good. No, incredible. He increased the intensity, lashing me with his expert tongue. Slipping his fingers deep inside my channel, he escalated his command over all my sensations.
Although I’d been struggling to regain control, Daron left no doubt that he’d claimed it. I was so used to being the one to seduce that this situation left me off-balance. Yet, it was strangely freeing.
And, oh-so-fuckin’ good.
I ran my fingers through his hair, surprisingly soft for that bad boy style. As he tasted me, my soft sighs deepened into uninhibited cries. My body turned taut and torrid, engulfing me in an inferno of need. Pressure rose. Intensity grew.
Hot. So hot.
Shit, what was he doing to me—turning me into a blazing hot mess?
A moment of panic gripped me as I hovered on the edge, unsure if I’d survive something this intense. I clutched the sheets and raised my hips, wanting more, but not sure I could take it.
Daron was unrelenting. He increased the pressure, pushing me to the limit. When I shattered, a fierce cry rumbled out of me, like some warrior princess. One pulsing hot wave crashed through me after another with sigh after sigh.
That epic orgasm left me trembling. He nuzzled my thigh as I came down, my frantic heartbeat slowing to a more reasonable level.
He pulled his head up and glanced at me. “You taste phenomenal. I could lick you all night.”
Unable to respond, I gazed at him from hooded eyes, breathing hard and still heady from his sensual enchantment.
He took my hand and placed it on his erection. So damn hard.
“Do you want this?” His voice simmered with the sultriness of a rock god crooning on stage, not leaving a dry panty in the house.
I stroked his promising bulge. It would be mine for the night. Only mine. Oh, it would stretch me to such delicious fullness.
“Yes.” My voice came out soft and pleading between my quickened breaths.
He rose and unfastened his zipper. My eyes feasted on him as he slid his pants down and revealed inch by inch of succulent male flesh. The way he kept his eyes fixed on mine as he stripped did nothing to dampen my already lustful appetite. He wore nothing underneath the pants. When he freed his erection, I bit my lower lip. Promising wasn’t enough of a word to describe it. Massive I-won’t-be-able-to-walk-tomorrow was more accurate. It would definitely cause a little pain. And absolute pleasure.
Exquisite, mind-bending pleasure.
I exhaled with a slow breath. A grin spread across his face with deviousness fit for a sex demon. Once undressed, he climbed up and over me. His eyes pinned me with that intense dark azure gaze. When he whipped my legs up onto his shoulders, I squealed.
“You’re mine, tonight, succubus.” His vivid blue eyes glowed with a reddish-golden hue as he let his demon side show. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be too satiated to feed on any other.”
My pulse quickened. That promise silenced me, sending a new wave of desire curling in my core and wetness trickling in between my legs.
He moved the head of his cock in between my folds, teasing me. I squirmed, encouraging him to slide it inside me.
“Now,” I pleaded.
Finally, he pushed it in, stretching me with that delicious pain I’d anticipated.
He dropped his head back. “Fuck yessss.”
Once I adjusted to his grand invasion, I encouraged him deeper in.
Fuck yes was right.
Daron moved his hips with skill, hitting all my pleasurable buttons—and one in particular. At this angle with my legs dangling while he drove into me, I held on tight while he took me for this wild ride. Although I’d come hard minutes before, that tell-tale twitch deep inside signaled he’d hit all the right spots.
I bucked against him from below, chasing that frenzied drive for more. Deeper. Harder. Faster
.
“You like me fucking you like this, don’t you?” That dark seductive voice stroked me like a caress.
I didn’t reply, letting the wanton sounds that escaped me with each of his pounding thrusts answer for me.
“Don’t you?” He slammed into me.
“Yes!” I cried.
“Of course, you do, my little succubus. You love cock, don’t you?”
“I do,” I replied quickly.
“Tonight, you’re loving mine and mine alone.”
And what a glorious one it was. How could I go back to regular humans after this?
“Yours.” That’s all I managed to respond. It was difficult to form words as I braced myself for this delicious pounding.
His expression turned as primal and untamed as his hammering thrusts. The wild internal tingling inside me bloomed. I was climbing, clawing, reaching. The intensity of the rise threatened to overwhelm me. So much sensual tension swam around us, I thought I might collapse. I sensed Daron’s virile masculine energy pulsing through it, mingled with my own. Whatever this was between us seemed magical. Iridescent red and purple wisps wrapped around us.
What was wrong with me, hallucinating things like that? The intensity of fucking an incubus was clearly screwing with my mind.
Enough of that. Too much pressure was rising. Rising again.
Almost there.
I climbed and climbed, soaring again, and then I shattered into the night with a primal whimper.
Daron slowed his pace, giving me a few moments to recover. Then, the fuse was lit once again. He drove in wilder, harder, unrelenting.
A low growl escaped him with a vibration that seemed to originate in his chest. “I don’t have to hold back with you. You can take it all.”
He slammed into me and I yelped, hanging on.
“I fucking love it.” He dropped his head back and released into me with hot jets that seared me. Pulse after pulse of scorching heat.
Moments later, he removed my legs from his shoulders with a gentleness I didn’t expect after that feral pounding.
My hamstrings were stretched tight. My entire body was sore. I sensed I wouldn’t walk properly for three weeks. It had been worth it. So much so.
“That was incredible.” He lay on his back beside me. The demon glow faded from his eyes, leaving them that captivating blue.
My heart still pounded, and I needed to catch my breath. As they slowed, I basked in the warm afterglow. Nothing like the satisfaction of hot sex. With Daron’s skills as a lover, I could easily become addicted to playtime with an incubus.
I let my eyelids lower. A languid spell swept over me. Rest was welcome.
Sometime later, my eyes snapped open. I glanced around the bedroom with its blue walls and framed paintings of Salem’s coast. Shit, I must have dozed off.
Daron slept, rolled on his side and facing me. He appeared at peace, his face gentle. So different from the wild, beastly look as he claimed me.
For several seconds, I watched the rise and fall of his chest with each slow breath. It was calming. An urge rose to curl against him and go back to sleep.
What the hell? I never let my lovers stay the night. My throat went dry. This wasn’t right—I wasn’t a cuddler. I was a sex demon and so was he. We should have fucked and gone our own ways. I especially couldn’t play house with someone who fed on humans in such a cavalier way that he could catch the attention of demon hunters.
“Wake up.” I shook him. When he didn’t respond, I pushed at him with more force.
My demon lover took eons to respond. “What’s wrong?” He gazed at me with sleepy eyes that sent a bolt of heat back into my core.
I ignored it, shoving it aside to focus on what was more important—self-preservation.
“You can’t stay here, Daron.”
He propped his head onto his arm. “Why not?”
“Because.”
“It’s a safehouse for supes, is it not?”
I climbed out of bed, pulling the white cotton sheet around my naked body. That left him uncovered, revealing all that hot incubus flesh once again. He was semi-erect. I bit my lower lip and forced myself to look away.
“No. It’s a safehouse for me.” I picked his clothes up off the ground and tossed them to him. “Our fun is over, incubus. You need to leave.”
Chapter Five
Daron
I didn’t wake up until close to noon and when I did, it was with a start. Tingles danced all over my skin. Was it a type of magic? It was unfamiliar. Something was wrong.
No, not wrong. Different.
I sat upright and stared at my surroundings with confusion. Blinking through the post-sleep haze, I discerned the shapes of familiar furnishings. A television on a stand across from the foot of a bed. An armchair in the corner. Curtains with maroon and tan vertical stripes. It took another second or two before I recalled I was at a hotel in Salem, Massachusetts.
And last night, something fucked up had happened with a succubus.
What had she done?
It wasn’t the sex. That was phenomenal. The way she responded to my touch flared my already rampant sex drive to the stratosphere. I hadn’t needed to use my magic to seduce her, and mutual desire was the strongest of aphrodisiacs.
I dragged myself into the shower and attempted to wash away the cobwebs that weaved tangles of confusion in my brain. As I lathered up and ran my soapy hands over my body, I remembered her touch. So gentle yet demanding. Declaring what she wanted—which last night was me.
Was my post-orgasmic lust due to her magic? After all, she was also a sex demon. Who knew which tricks she’d applied? She had to have done something to make me still feel her presence.
Was that why I fantasized about still being with her? I envisioned us taking turns washing each other in the shower.
Damn, thinking of her got me aching hard. I slid my hand over my cock, imagining her there with me. Flashes of her naked body and a reminder of her taste on my tongue. I worked my shaft, picturing her face as I’d brought her to come again and again last night. The need for her rose, culminating in explosive hot jets that I sprayed into the water funneling down the drain.
A flicker of confusion followed. Why was I jerking off to a succubus who kicked me out after sex?
And why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? Had she bespelled me?
Whatever she’d done, she would have to undo. I’d find her and confront her. Make her reverse it.
As I dressed in traditional black, something still rang as off. What didn’t make sense was why she kicked me out. If she wanted me to be besotted by her, why tell me to leave?
Maybe she got her kicks making her conquests long for her after she discarded them. I groaned. Nothing about this succubus was clear. I’d track her down—today.
An hour later, I returned to her safehouse, a Cape with brown shingles and green trim in a seaside neighborhood. Her place wasn’t directly on the water, but across the street with a partial view of a jetty and rocky coastline. Several white boats were docked, and a few kayaks lay on the sand.
I knocked on the door. With an unfamiliar impatience spurring me, I knocked again three seconds later.
“Selena, open up. It’s me, Daron.”
No reply.
I slipped over to one of the windows. No signs of movement in the living room. I moved to the bedroom window. The bed was made. The same bed we’d rocked and rolled on until we couldn’t any longer.
No sign of her.
The window was cracked. I sniffed the air. Through the magical reinforcements, her rose and vanilla aroma still lingered. She couldn’t have been gone long. My scent remained as well, mingling with hers, denoting a hint of our sensual encounter.
I attempted to track her scent through the neighborhood, which was obscured by the strong scent of the ocean. She’d walked past a nearby house undergoing renovations. Workers scraped paint off the sides. She’d continued beyond a house with political signs planted in the law
n like tombstones in a cemetery. Humans and their petty squabbles leading to anger and finger-pointing from both sides.
Closer to the coastline, a more cheerful house painted yellow displayed a sign reading Life’s a Beach. Sea gulls and other ocean birds called overhead as if confirming that sentiment. Many of the houses here were well-tended—gardens bloomed with ornamental grasses, marigolds, black-eyed susans, and other annuals. The area appeared safe—the perfect location for a safehouse.
Beyond a marshy area with tall grasses, her trail vanished. She must have teleported.
Where the hell was she?
I searched for Selena through Salem. Would she ever come to me? I’d told her which hotel and room number before I’d left, in case she changed her mind about ending our fun and wanted another round. When I stopped back there, I didn’t see any indication that she’d done so.
My hunt continued. I trekked through Salem, focusing on the hotspots on Essex Street with tourists flocking in and out of witch and magical shops. I searched for her scent among the humans, but that in itself was difficult with all the herbs wafting from the witch venues. It had to pop up somewhere.
As the day went on, the strange spell she’d cast intensified. The urge to find her was so compelling, it was almost all I thought about. The inkling of what it meant washed over me—she must have created a love spell.
That duplicitous minx.
I curled my hands into fists. That must have been her trick from the start. After all, she’d invited me to her place. What was that, her den of seduction ready to ensnare an unsuspecting male? She’d played games from the start, telling me to leave town and then trying to seduce me. A ruse. That’s what she had to have done. Tricked me.
What a sly, sneaky succubus.
This was unacceptable.
I buried my head into my hands as I stormed through the streets of Salem, ignoring the stares of the pedestrians I passed. Too many questions left me restless. The sex was incredible, no doubt. But it wasn’t worth being stuck with a stranger with this love spell or whatever it was she’d cast.
No sex was that good.
“Why? Why would she do something like that?” I said aloud.
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