Page 23 of Inflamed By an Incubus

The brunette smiled coldly as she closed the distance between them.

“Hell is where you’re going.” She glanced at the man beside her. “Order a full suite of tests.”

Sickness swelled inside Fenix and he cast a panicked look at Evelyn, soul-deep aware of what the white-coat meant by that.

Evelyn stared at the brunette and he wanted to believe he hadn’t imagined that sudden spark of shock and fear in her eyes. He reached with his senses against his better judgement, fixing them on Evelyn, needing to discern what she was feeling.

“What do you plan to do with him?” Evelyn pivoted to face the white-coat, a flicker of panic trickling through their bond to reach him.

Brunette waved her away. “You may leave now. We’ll take it from here.”

She looked as if she didn’t want to, but then she stepped back and turned away, and glanced back at him with a solemn look in her eyes before she disappeared from view.

The male brought a small radio device to his mouth. “Request subject from twenty-seven-D be transported to room eight-C.”

Fenix’s pulse spiked, panic swift to flood his veins as his eyes darted between the two humans.

Before he could form a protest, vents opened in the ceiling and mist poured into his cell. His vision wobbled as he breathed it in, his strength leaving him in a rush, and he collapsed into the darkness.

When that darkness receded, his faculties came back online in an instant, the fog in his head lifting swiftly. He blinked at his new surroundings, went to lift his arm to rub at his eyes and frowned down at his right one when he could only move it a short distance.

The panic returned as he stared at the metal cuff locked tightly around his wrist and the chain that attached it to a clinical steel board behind him. He tugged at the chain several times, each jerk of his arm more frantic than the last as his heart raced and fear crowded his mind. Not good.

He looked down at his body.

His very naked body.

Not good at all.

His breathing trembled as he kept yanking on the chain, as panic really set in to have him shaking as he desperately fought his bonds.

Something made a crackling, buzzing noise.

And then a familiar female voice echoed around him.

“Approach him.”

Fenix sought the owner of that voice, wanting to give the white-coat hell. His gaze landed on a nude female standing at the other end of the featureless room, her arms folded over her stomach and her green eyes holding a fearful edge as she stared at him.

He shook his head as hunger roared to life inside him, warning her to keep away from him. She was pretty, got his incubus side going, but she did nothing for him. He didn’t want her—his instincts did. They clamoured in his mind, screaming at him that she was a willing host, that he could feed on her and regain his strength, that he needed to taste her lips and take her body.

Fenix gritted his teeth and unleashed a long growl of frustration as he waged a war against his own body.

Sometimes it felt as if there were two sides of him—two people trapped inside this one body.

When his incubus side came to the fore like this, he found it hard to control himself, did things he didn’t like.

Things he didn’t want to do.

“Approach him,” the white-coat said more sternly and the female in the room with him tensed and swallowed hard.

She cast him a look that was somewhere between an apology and desperation, and shuffled towards him.

Fenix shook his head and wrestled harder against his shackles. When he still didn’t break free, he bared his teeth at her. “Stay away from me.”

She didn’t want to do this. He could see it in her eyes. He didn’t want to do this either.

She halted before him, nervously hooked her long dark hair behind her ears and flicked a glance at the wall to his left.

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