Page 101 of Inflamed By an Incubus

She held on to the belief that they could, because the thought of dying and forgetting Fenix was too painful to bear. He needed her.

She needed him just as fiercely.

“Holy crap on a cracker… what if the Crow can break it? If he recognised the curse on you and intervened before it could fully play out… Well, there’s a chance he can break it.” Rosalind gripped Fenix’s left shoulder and he looked at her. “The gods know none of us like him, but if he can break this curse, we have to try to find him.”

Fenix looked as if he wanted to reject that proposal and Evelyn wanted to call the witch on the fact she believed no one in their group liked Archer. For all his faults, for all the bad things he had done, and the fact he wanted to use the flames of Evelyn’s rebirth to break Aryanna out of her prison, she still couldn’t hate him. If she had a sorceress constantly tormenting her, she would probably do terrible things to make it stop too.

In fact, she probably would have lost her mind long ago.

Losing her memories had been hard enough for her to bear. She couldn’t imagine what Archer was going through.

Her gaze slid to Fenix again, heat swift to bloom in her veins as she thought about what she was going to propose, rousing a fierce need to bend him to her will and make him surrender to her.

“First things first,” she murmured, her voice thick and low, drenched with the desire running rampant through her veins. Her cheeks burned at the sound of it, heat rising to make the whole of her face feel hot as she blushed, awareness of the other people surrounding them making her want to shy away and pretend she wasn’t crazy horny for the incubus in front of her. “You need to tell me where your bedroom is.”

Mackenzie whistled low. “You go, girl.”

Hartt opened his mouth to say something as he scowled at his mate, but she slid him a heated look. Rather than chastising her, the elf snaked his arm around her waist and disappeared, leaving only a faint silvery outline where they had been.

“Oh, I know when I’m no longer needed.” Rosalind held her hand out to Vail. “Let’s split. We’ll reconvene tomorrow. That gives you lovebirds plenty of sack time.”

She disappeared too.

Leaving her alone with Fenix.

“I want this, Fenix. I want you. You need to feed, and either you do that with me, or… with…” She couldn’t bring herself to mention another woman. Just the thought of him touching someone else turned the flames of desire in her veins into rage.

She swallowed and met his gaze again, the heat of need swift to blaze back into an inferno in her veins as their eyes locked, causing the spark of rage to fall away again.

She shivered as she stared into his swirling irises, as anticipation built inside her to have warmth pooling low in her belly, and waited for him to say something as she watched the war playing out in his eyes.

When he didn’t move, Evelyn leaned towards him, placing her hands on his knees and bringing their faces level as she whispered.

“So what’s it going to be?”

Chapter 30

Fenix answered her by setting her world aflame. His fingers tightly grasped her nape as his lips claimed hers and he mastered her body with only a kiss. Heat bloomed, fire that was swift to consume every part of her, turning her blood molten. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue stroked hers, as their breaths mingled and desire devoured her. She surrendered to it, on fire for this male, a slave to the primal needs he awoke inside her.

Needs only he could satisfy.

Darkness swept around her and her breath burst from her lips as she landed on her back, wonder at where she was now forgotten as Fenix landed on top of her. She groaned in time with him as his weight pressed down on her, as his left thigh slid between hers to brush the apex of them and the hard steel of his shaft pressed against her hip.

“Evelyn,” he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Pleasure rippled through her at the sound of it, with the thought that he ached for her as fiercely as she ached for him, needed this moment and this connection as badly as she did. He moaned as he seized her mouth again, his kiss stoking the fire inside her, making her burn hotter still. It shouldn’t be possible to make her temperature soar any higher or make the wild need that was stealing control of her grow any stronger, but somehow he managed it.

Fenix eased off her, dropping to his feet at the end of what she now realised was an old four-poster bed, and gripped the hem of his black Henley, tormenting her with a slow reveal of his body. Her breaths grew shorter with each tantalising inch of hard, honed muscles he revealed to her, her body going molten at the thought of touching and feeling all that powerful flesh. The ridges of muscle that arched over his hips kept trying to draw her gaze downwards to the bulge in his fatigues, but she couldn’t get enough of the ropes of his stomach and the smaller clusters of muscles on either side of his ribs just below his pectorals.

She wanted to start there. Wanted to lick that tempting lattice of muscles that stretched as he raised his arms. She swallowed and bit back a moan as he revealed the square slabs of his pecs, the primal response to the sight of him swift to steal control of her, pushing her to the edge and goading her into surrendering to the urge to have him.

God, she had never felt so on fire, so close to burning up.

It felt as if she might explode if she didn’t touch him soon, didn’t get him sprawled on the bed beneath her for her to feast on and savour. She needed to lick every inch of his body, putting it to memory.

He cast his Henley aside and she noticed his markings. They shone in hues of gold and cerulean, laced with that deep pink that told her what he wouldn’t.

He loved her.

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