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“Continue.” That word fell heavily upon him.

And upon the female too, judging by how she hesitated and had to suck down another breath. Her hands fell to her sides and she didn’t look at him as she stepped up to him, as she pressed her palms to his chest and tiptoed. He bit back a groan as the feel of her hands against his flesh had his hunger spiralling out of control, had his markings churning with gold and cerulean, and a haze sweeping through him to blur his thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “They said they’d let me go if I did this.”

He didn’t get a chance to beg her not to do it, wasn’t sure he could have found his voice even if he had. His incubus nature was in control now, had him focused on her, slowly manipulating her feelings, bending them towards desire as he gazed down at her. Heat flushed her cheeks, passion darkened her eyes, and her breath hitched as she pressed against him. She shifted her body restlessly against his.

Her lips opened, begging for a kiss.

Fenix resisted and growled silently as he felt trapped inside his own body, a slave to his hunger and need.

She kissed him instead, moaned as she claimed his lips and worked her body against his, her hard nipples brushing his chest, rousing his hunger to the point where he lifted his hands towards her, eager to seize hold of her and take her. She was willing. Wanted him.

He didn’t want her.

He screamed that in his mind.

Even as he stole energy from her kiss, he resisted the clamour in his mind that compelled him to either take her or let her take him. He couldn’t do that to Aderyn—Evelyn. He wouldn’t.

When her hands dropped to his hips, her mouth froze against his and she pulled back, a hazy quality to her heavy-lidded gaze as she looked at his flaccid penis.

“Interesting.” The haughty female voice rolled over the sound system again. “This warrants further investigation. We’ve never had an incubus refuse a female before.”

“Let her go!” Fenix looked off to his left, guessing they were there somewhere, in the direction the female with him had looked before she had obeyed them. “Let her go!”

It was like shouting into a void.

No one answered him.

Fenix struggled against his bonds, fear at the helm again as the nude female stepped back from him and looked in the direction he was, as if she was awaiting instruction.

“Again,” the voice said.

Fenix bared his teeth at her as she approached him, yanked at the chains that held him and fought the hunger that rose within him. He wasn’t sure how much more he would be able to take before he cracked, feared he wouldn’t be able to hold out and would eventually take her.

He would hate himself for it too.

The only female he wanted in this world was the one he couldn’t have.

And he intended to keep his vow.

He would remain faithful to her.

Even if he had to die to achieve that.

Chapter 7

Not without provocation.

Those words had been spinning around Evelyn’s mind for the last few days, keeping her preoccupied as she had tried to figure out what the incubus had meant by them and had found herself avoiding Archer.

She had dreamed of fire again too, and this time the incubus had been there, or at least some part of her felt sure it had been him. She hadn’t seen him. In the dream, he had been like a ghost—a shadow within the white-hot heart of the flames. She had felt him there. Felt him. As if he was a presence inside her. No. A part of her. Joined to her somehow.

She wasn’t sure what that meant.

Evelyn sighed as she looked at the piece of paper she clutched in her left hand, wondering if she was losing her mind. Maybe she needed another session with one of the staff psychiatrists. She hadn’t been to see them in a long time now, not since she had managed to overcome the panic attacks that had set in whenever she had forgotten something or done something strange. Even the most basic of things. Like, being sleepy and accidentally putting the milk in the cupboard and the jar of coffee in the fridge or misplacing her keys. The slightest thing had triggered her back then, but she had learned to deal with it and in the end had emerged the victor. No more panic attacks.

The nice doctors could probably help her with this feeling she had that something was wrong with her too, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to speak with them about it.

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