Page 6 of Burn in Bliss

She’d tried with me. My jaw flexed as my body remembered the sweet agony of her pussy. She had taken me like such a good girl, sheathed me into her with determination and drive.

It didn’t matter how much she had wanted our bond to work—she hadn’t been ready.

Or maybe I was the one who hadn’t been ready.

Maybe I never would be.

“Are you two going to eye-fuck each other all night or get on with it?” a male voice said, making both of us flinch.

I flared my wings, not that I could fly in my condition, but it was instinct to have them ready.

A shadow chuckled at us and Orion bathed him in sunlight, revealing a male I’d never seen before.

But there was a glimmer of red in his eyes that I immediately recognized.

It was gone in an instant, making me wonder if I had imagined it. “Who are you?” Orion barked before I could ask the same question.

Whoever it was had likely followed us through the portal. The male was clearly some sort of supernatural. His features were too perfect, too sharp. He wore a fitted suit and looked like he had come out of some billionaire magazine. Except he wasn’t wearing any shoes.

And his cocky-as-all-fuck attitude suggested he wasn’t threatened by a demigod or his Purgatory angel captive. That said something in itself.

All the fallen angels feared me. Orion didn’t have to hide us when we’d been in that hallway. All I would have had to say was “Boo!” and he would have scurried away crying like a baby.

This was no angel, though. The male took a few steps forward in the sand but didn’t disturb the grains. He wasn’t leaving any tracks.

What are you?

That was the question we should have been asking.

Not who. What.

“Who I am doesn’t matter,” the male said with a dismissive wave of his hand. Thick tendrils of black smoke seemed to follow his movements. The otherwise warm air chilled when he spoke. “We share a mutual friend.”

“Do we?” Orion asked with a raised brow. The gesture stretched his glowing freckles, making them twinkle as he moved. The demigod was like a fucking living constellation.

“Hmm,” the male said, sounding pleased. He rubbed his chin, the motion sensual and confident. “I won’t play games. I’m Asher, an incubus. And yes, we definitely share a friend.” His eyes glimmered as if there was more to the story. If he was an incubus, even part incubus, the waves of lust made more sense.

And they were getting stronger. Not for the stranger who had appeared, but for my captor, who had drawn closer to me.

This unexpected stranger was an unknown. Orion and I might be enemies until he got his head out of his ass, but at least he was the enemy I knew.

This new asshole was a complete wild card.

Orion sneered at him. The demigod had trained succubi and incubi at Fortune Academy, so the entire species was one he was very familiar with. And knowing the demigod, he probably saw them as some sort of playthings to be molded to his liking.

Like Lilith, I thought, unable to suppress the growl that rumbled in my chest. She’s just a toy to you, isn’t she? I should show you what that feels like.

Orion ignored my aggression and instead kept his focus on the incubus. “Why are you infecting my captive?” he asked. “If you’re not here to play games, that is.”

Asher gave us a toothy grin, showing us his annoyingly perfect teeth. He stopped toying with his jaw and swept his fingers through his dark, curly hair. His gaze lingered on me, seeming to make my chest swell with all the pent-up frustration I’d been bottling up these past few weeks.

Or months.

Okay, years.

“I’m only accelerating what’s already there.” His gaze flicked back to Orion, making me blink. “I don’t create lust. I just help bring it out. And given that the two of you are Lily’s Virtues—”

A grunt came out of me as my collar nearly snapped my neck in two, Orion having apparently forgotten my chain was still in his grip when he went for the incubus.

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