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It was fine.

I was fine.

I hadn’t been caught in a sexually compromising position with a demon.

I wasn’t getting arrested for having sex in public.

All was fine.

My phone vibrated in my bag, and with my thoughts still spinning, I dug it out mindlessly, expecting to find more messages in our girls group chat. The unknown number had all prior panic draining from my body, replaced by icy apprehension.

Mine. NOT Perseus’s.

I swallowed hard as my hands began to shake. This could only be one person, and the timing of their text couldn’t be a coincidence. Texting that right after I’d been screaming Perseus’s name while getting pleasured? No way.

He’d been watching us. He’d beenright there.

He was getting closer.

Chapter 19

Perseus

THERE WAS NO ONE AT the end of the alley. At least, not by the time I got there. If I had to guess, the person who’d been there had darted off—whether because they were sheepish after stumbling onto people fucking around in the open, or because they saw my less-than-normal appearance—knocking over the trash cans in the process. So in the time it took me to realize someone was there, snap Harper’s bindings, and merge into shadows to investigate in secret, the person was already gone.

And itwasa person.

Their sexual frustration and potent desire clouded the air at the end of the alley like a gasoline spill. The scent was sour and strong, making my stomach twist with nausea, which didn’t happen often.

Sexual desire and pleasure was fucking exquisite, dancing on the senses like the sweetest flavor a person could imagine.

Unless something truly wicked lined those desires. That sick darkness often overwhelmed the decadence of the pleasure, distorting the smell and taste for Incubi like me.

Whoever had been here had foul cravings, and I didn’t like the idea of this unknown peeper being in the same area as Harper. Needing to make sure nothing happened to her, I walked through shadows until I caught up to her. She speed walked to her car and hopped in, peeling out of her parking spot. Only once I watched her get safely inside her house from my shadowy veil outside did I finally vanish to reappear in my own.

I slipped Coldin’s mask off and tossed it on the couch in my music room before raking a hand through my golden curls and black horns. I braced my hands on my hips and stared at the white carpet, my muscles straining as I worked to calm down.

My raging hard-on refused to give up.

Harper.

She fucking wanted me.

I mean, I already knew that based on her scent. Even if I wasn’t an Incubus who could know a person’s desires with a mere inhale, it would be obvious from our interactions. But to hear her actually say it out loud, to hear her pleadmyname …

A shiver traveled down my spine, landing like a hot, delicious weight right on my cock. Unable to take it anymore, I sank down on the couch, freed my aching dick, and fisted it. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back with my free arm draped along the back of the couch, too.

Harper’s scent—a rich, sophisticated smell with a hint of sweetness—lingered in the cushions of the couch. I breathed it in deeply and let the memory of her wrap around me in the most intoxicating and delirious high. I wanted to cocoon myself in her essence, existing in and through my goddess.

“Harper,” I moaned as I continued to pump my cock with my fist.

I envisioned, not my hand, buther. Those pink lips wrapped tightly around my dick. Her head sinking lower to swallow up the shaft, only for her to look up at me through those dark lashes, purposefully driving me wild.

While this particular fantasy was still just that—a fantasy—I planned on rectifying that soon.

“Want some help?”

I was so lost in the moment, picturing Harper sucking me off and breathing in her scent, that I didn’t hear anyone come in until Dante’s teasing voice cut through the air.

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