Page 47 of Inflamed By an Incubus

He willed them to hurry up while at the same time hoping they would keep going, a battle erupting inside him between the part of him that wanted to get on with his plan and the part that was hungry as hell. Each cry that Hella loosed had heat rippling through Fenix’s blood, their combined pleasure seeping into him as he stood sentinel outside the door.

A passing old woman arched an eyebrow at him.

Fenix held his hands up. “Nothing to do with me.”

She wasn’t the only one who stared at him as he waited for Hella to finish, settling on willing her to hurry up as the noises coming from the building behind him grew louder, drawing everyone’s attention, including several of the people living in the ones opposite him. He smiled awkwardly as he fielded disgusted looks, curious glances, heated stares and accusatory glares.

Eventually, the wolf howled to the rafters, loud enough Fenix was sure the entire bloody town had heard him, accompanied by noises from Hella that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than a female climaxing.

A few minutes later, the door opened and Hella limped out, fighting her messy blue hair, a hazy edge to her green eyes. He arched an eyebrow at the way she was walking as she came to him and she blushed harder, her cheeks turning deep red.

“Things seem… different… between you and your captive.” Fenix edged his gaze towards the door, his senses pinpointing the wolf with ease. The male wasn’t moving. Fenix wasn’t surprised. The hit of energy he had received upon the wolf howling had been incredible after all. Hella probably wasn’t the only one walking funnily now. In fact, he doubted the wolf would be able to use his legs for a while.

Hella’s blush somehow deepened further as she muttered, “Don’t judge me. It was a pity fuck.”

Good gods, if that was a pity fuck, Fenix didn’t want to be around for when the two of them decided to give the real deal a go. Hella’s passion had been off the charts for someone who was apparently just there as a way for a male to get off.

She rubbed her right arm and diligently kept her eyes off the people who still lined the fronts of the buildings opposite hers, staring at her.

“The wolf was going out of his head. Some witch cursed him to think I’m his…” She swallowed hard and he sensed the shift in her emotions as they veered towards uncertainty mixed with nerves, or possibly fear. She kept her eyes on his belt as she blurted, “He thinks I’m his mate… and he was coming on a bit too strong, which is why I chained him. I’ve been trying to break the spell. He’s doomed to slowly waste away and die if he doesn’t bed me and it wasn’t looking good for him.”

Her pace picked up as she explained herself, something she didn’t have to do for his sake. He didn’t care why she was bedding the wolf. He only cared that she didn’t end up getting hurt in the process.

“You okay?” He angled his head when she continued to stare at his waist, dipping it so he could see her face.

When he reached for her, an unholy growl rumbled from inside the building and she tensed, her fingers flexing against her arm.

Fenix knew possessive when he heard it, and gave the wolf a break, lowering his hand to his side again. He had hated it when Archer had touched his female, so he could understand why the wolf didn’t want him laying his hands on Hella. Even if it was just a spell as Hella claimed, it probably felt real to the bloke.

Now Fenix was the one pitying him.

“Look, I need your help… in Scotland.” Fenix glanced at the street and the neighbours who were still watching them. “Might be nice for you to get away from this place for a while.”

She sighed, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face as she glanced over her shoulder at the door.

Or maybe reluctance.

“You can bring your pet,” he said, holding back his smile so she wouldn’t realise that he was on to her and beat the living daylights out of him.

“He’s not my pet.” She scowled at him, silver and gold stars sparkling in her eyes as the scent of magic charged the air around her.

“So what is he?” He held her gaze, already aware of the answer to that question but curious as to whether she knew it. How deep did her denial run? Could she see that she more than liked the wolf?

She grumbled, “I’m no longer sure.”

She was sure. She just didn’t want to admit it. She didn’t want the wolf to know he was coming to mean something to her.

Fenix could understand that. Being fated was complicated enough. Feeling as if you were fated for each other and being unsure whether it was real or whether everything you felt was a manipulation caused by magic sounded like a head fuck.

“I have lots of nice documents I know I won’t understand. Might be a few new spells in there. Might be a way to break my curse… or his.” Fenix slid a look at the door as the big wolf filled the space there, his steel-grey eyes fixed on the back of Hella’s head.

She tensed and fidgeted, and then tipped her chin up and flicked her blue hair over her shoulder. “Fine. I’ll help, but if one of your boys steps out of line—”

“They won’t.” Fenix grabbed her before she could utter another word and she seized hold of the wolf.

By his hand.

Interesting.

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