Page 75 of Inflamed By an Incubus

He nodded.

Increasing that feeling Evelyn had that said he lived near to the fae town. Witches lived there in droves, together with demons and shifters, and fae like incubi and succubi. It was a hotspot for immortals.

She settled her gaze back on Fenix, the warmth his voice had stirred in her growing stronger as their eyes locked and she fell into his, losing track of her surroundings as the world narrowed down to only him. That warmth became a flicker of heat, flames that licked through her veins and had her heart beating faster. An ache rolled through her, rousing a fierce need to lower her gaze to his lips as she imagined what it would be like to kiss him.

Would he be soft with her?

Hard?

Demanding?

She shivered at the thought of him gripping her tightly, clutching her arms to pin her in place as he took her mouth, saw it all play out in her head so clearly it felt as if she had done it before and it was a memory rather than a fantasy. The heat blazed hotter still, had her head growing hazy as her entire body came alive, yearning for the feel of his hands on her. She could almost feel them. Squeezing her backside. Palming her breasts. His lips on her throat as he murmured how much he loved her.

How crazy he was for her.

Cold chased down her spine as she shoved the fantasy out of her head, the warm haziness evaporating to leave her mind clear and focused.

“Stop charming me,” she snarled, anger curling through her veins to replace the heat of desire.

The incubus held his hands up, revealing the markings that tracked up the underside of his forearms. “I’m not. I can’t. I can’t charm you, Evelyn. My powers don’t work on you.”

She refused to believe that. Her gaze fell to the swirls, dots and slashes that formed the line of markings. They shimmered in hues of blue and gold, a sign that he was hungry, but amongst those colours shone deepest pink.

“What does that mean?” She pointed to his markings, needing the answer to that question this time, because her gut was screaming one at her and she didn’t like it.

He had told her he couldn’t let her fall for him.

She hadn’t stopped to wonder whether he was already in love with her.

She almost jumped out of her skin when a sandy-haired man dressed in jeans and a navy cable-knit sweater appeared beside Fenix.

“Hella’s pet escaped and she went after him. I tried to stop her… but she didn’t take it well, and now she’s probably chasing him over the moors—” The blond’s head slowly swivelled towards her, his hazel eyes gaining spots of gold and cerulean that rapidly spread to fill them. “Hello, who’s this beauty? Got a name for me, gorgeous?”

Her spine stiffened as heat rolled through her. Not the pleasant sort that she felt whenever Fenix looked at her. This heat felt like an invasion, had her wanting to step away from him even as she found herself taking a step towards him instead.

Powerless to deny him.

She opened her mouth to give him her name, to satisfy his desire to hear it and him in the process.

Fenix grabbed him by the front of his sweater, twisted with him and slammed him into the granite wall of the house. The back of the blond’s head cracked off the stone as Fenix pulled him towards him and shoved him back again, harder this time.

“Get out of her head or I’ll rip yours off,” Fenix snarled, sending a shiver bolting down her spine.

Her blood heated again, a pleasant warmth that chased the strange sensation from her body, ridding her of it.

“You’re the mate.” The blond made the mistake of looking at her.

Fenix cocked his left fist and smashed it into the man’s mouth, snapping his head to his left and splitting his lip. Before the other incubus could recover, Fenix had struck him again, following it with a hard knee to the kidney.

“Get the fuck back inside, Mort, and stay away from her,” Fenix growled as he twisted and shoved the one called Mort, sending him to the ground. He stalked towards the man, shoved his booted foot into his side and flipped him onto his back. His eyes shone gold and blue as he glared down at the younger man. “You so much as look at her again and I’ll gouge your fucking eyes out. Understood?”

Mort was quick to nod as he clutched Fenix’s ankle, fear dancing across his face as he stared up at him. “It was a mistake. I’m sorry.”

Fenix breathed hard, his chest heaving with each one he sucked down, and his fingers curled into fists at his sides. For a moment, Evelyn felt sure he would strike the other incubus while he was down, but then he unleashed a frustrated sound and shoved with his foot, rolling Mort away from him.

“Get out of my sight, and tell the others what I just told you. Evelyn is off-limits.”

She stiffened as Mort disappeared and Fenix pivoted to face her, shoving his fingers through his tawny hair as he huffed. He froze as his eyes locked with hers, his expression gaining an awkward edge. She wasn’t sure how to interpret what he had just done, how savagely he had reacted when Mort had attempted to charm her, or the fact they weren’t the only incubi in the mansion.

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