Page 11 of Inflamed By an Incubus

It had now been months since he had fed, possibly half a year, and that wasn’t good. He could take all the pills he wanted, but they wouldn’t have the desired effect when he was this hungry. Whether he liked it or not, he was going to have to find a suitable host or he was going to start sliding down into that dark place where his incubus nature would dictate his actions.

Losing his mind and turning into a demonic bastard who would murder his host to drain every last drop of energy from them had never been appealing to him.

So, he would find someone to kiss for a while.

As much as it sickened him.

His gut clenched at the thought of soft lips beneath his as he stripped off and headed for the bathroom, the thought of betraying Aderyn—Evelyn—whatever she was called now—sitting heavily in it. But then his head grew hazy and those lips became her lips, yielding to his as he tugged her close to him, bending her to his will. He groaned as he turned the shower on and stepped under the spray, tried to keep his thoughts on track and what he needed to do next as he thoroughly scrubbed every inch of himself twice over, but she was there in his mind whenever he closed his eyes. Smiling at him. Throwing her head back as he touched her. Crying his name as she came undone.

Fenix pressed his left hand to the wet tiles, hung his head under the jet of the shower, and firmly gripped his aching shaft in his right hand. He groaned as he fisted himself, his knees weakening as he imagined Aderyn on hers before him, her mouth on his length, sucking and teasing him. Release roared up on him and he grunted as he spilled, every throb and pulse of his shaft sweet agony.

He blew out his breath as he twisted and sagged back against the tiles, letting the water cascade over him.

Tipped his head back.

Opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

Where was his sweet Aderyn now?

Gods, he needed her.

He needed to see her.

No. He shook his head, lifted his hands and ran them over his wet hair, slicking the long tawny lengths back. He couldn’t see her. It was better that way. It was better he suffer this pain and torment, this madness that afflicted him whenever they were apart, than put her through the hell she always experienced whenever they came together.

He didn’t want her to die again.

But gods, he couldn’t live without her.

He dug his fingertips into his scalp, gritted his teeth, and unleashed a feral growling sound as frustration got the better of him. If he could just see her, maybe that would be enough to tide him over. He could keep his distance this time.

“I won’t make contact with her.” He whispered those words to the heavens beyond the layers of the building above him, making it a vow. “I just want to see her.”

He would find her and then he would continue his mission to locate the mage who had cursed them and free them both of it.

No.

He couldn’t let his need to see her control him like that. He didn’t even know where to start looking. If he went after her now, it could be months before he found her. Months in which he would be forced to feed on other females and wouldn’t be any closer to finding a way to break the curse.

It was better he focused on taking care of himself first. He needed more pills. Those pills would keep the hunger at bay enough that he could retain the clarity of mind that was necessary when searching for Aderyn. If he popped enough of them, he might not even have to feed.

Besides, Hella might have a tonic ready for him, something he rarely accepted from her because of the source of it. But he needed it now, and it was better than being with another woman.

Plus, the witch might have information for him. Hella always kept her ear to the ground, had young witches spying for her across fae towns in several locations, listening in on conversations and reporting any mention of blood mages back to her. She had given him the lead that had brought him to Evelyn. She might have one that would bring him to Aderyn’s latest incarnation.

And if she didn’t, she might have leads on mages, something to keep him busy and keep his hope alive, and maybe even bring him the results he desired.

A way to break the curse.

Fenix shut the water off, stepped out of the cubicle and grabbed a towel. He dried himself off, slung the towel around his waist and found his shaver and scissors. His mind ran over everything he had felt all those months ago when Frayne had killed Evelyn and then ordered him taken to the cells, and then drifted further back as he cut his hair as neatly as he could manage alone, taking some of the length off it, and trimmed his beard back to stubble.

He tossed the scissors and shaver into the sink, and then ran a hand over his now shoulder-length tawny hair and tied it at the nape of his neck with a leather thong as he stared into his eyes in the mirror. His body ached from the fight to escape the castle in the Fifth Realm of the demons, and from the drain of teleporting so frequently to reach the nearest portal and travel back to the mortal world, but he couldn’t rest.

Geneva.

He would head to Geneva to see Hella and get more pills and any information she might have for him. If she didn’t have a lead on the location of Aderyn, he would go to another source that had helped him in the past. He would go to London to hit up the jaguar shifter he had been building a rapport with over the last few years. The male knew a lot of immortals and Fenix had asked him to keep an eye open for his mate. Maybe she would end up back there. It was a long shot, but he had to begin somewhere. He had to hold on to hope that he could find her quickly this time, using it as a shield to shut out the part of him that was already convinced that it was going to be one of those times where he didn’t find her for years, ending up travelling around the world and Hell on repeat until he finally crossed paths with her.

Fenix cast the towel aside and padded naked into his bedroom, breathing deeply of the cool, clean air that swept in through the window. It was nice being away from Hell again, out of that damp, dirty cell that had been his home for far too long.

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