Page 25 of Accidentally Summoned an Incubus

The quiet voice in my head whispered,What if they don’t believe you? You won’t have a crystal to project your memories. It’s your word against his.

My heart ached for the mortal women. How many had been in a his-word-against-hers situation? But it was true. I couldn’t rely on a crystal ball to show the truth. It would be based solely on who they believed. I could just picture Chad standing in front of a judge, a plethora of witnesses agreeing with him that they’d seen me voluntarily leaving the bar with him. I’d have to admit thatyes, the first time had been consensual. But not the rest. All Chad would have to do is lie and say something like he had tried to keep it professional, but I’d seduced him during a private meeting, and the chances were that no one would believe me.

Not everyone will believeyou, the voices in my head said together, a harmony to their tune.But you don’t need everyone. You just need one to fight in your corner. One who isn’t blinded by his executive charm. One who can understand that consent given once isn’t binding.

Grinding my teeth, I followed Sarah Livingstone’s profile. When I worked up the courage, I would introduce myself.

A knock pulled me back to reality.

I quickly dabbed the sleeve of my jumper to my wet cheeks and prayed my eyes weren’t red enough to give away the fact that I’d been crying.

“Am I allowed in?” Lochran called from the doorway. His voice was calm, and surprisingly, just his presence soothed me. The sexual desire had drained from my body, but I ached to throw my arms around my mate and tell him everything. My body needed him to soothe and comfort me, to wrap his large arms around me, hold me to his chest and tell me that everything was going to be alright.

That it wasn’t my fault.

But I couldn’t do that right now. I needed every ounce of my energy to go into writing this journal. I feared that if I told Lochran everything, the wounds would start to heal. I had to remain raw for now so that I could get every single interaction with Chad down on paper. Once my trial was over, I would remove anything in the journal about magic, hand it to the police, and pray someone would believe me.

As if Lochran could sense exactly what I needed—which, I mean,of course he could, he was an incubus—he didn’t question me, instead busying himself by making a cup of tea, only occasionally glancing over his shoulder to make sure I wasalright.

“I’m surprised you’ve managed to keep your promise and stay upstairs for most of the day,” I said as he set a cup of tea in front of me before taking the chair opposite. I’d allow myself a few moments of reprieve before asking him to leave so I could concentrate on the journal in earnest. “What have you been doing?”

Lochran cocked an eyebrow but didn’t answer. His lip twitched into a malevolent grin, exposing his chipped canine as he asked, “Did you get anymore pages written?”

“Um... no,” I said, my hands clasping around the cup, the heat of the tea comforting.

“Was something... distracting you?” he asked sweetly.

Was replaying every detail of my mate spilling all over himself as my fingers were deep inside me over and over distracting? Hadn’t noticed...

Ah, fuck!

I had been in a perpetual state of arousal since breakfast. No wonder Lochran hadn’t come down to disturb me. His dick was probably raw with all the jerking off he’d been doing.

I felt my cheeks flush, and Lochran grinned. “Anyway, I’ll leave you to your... writing,” he said, standing. His fingers grasped around his cup of tea as he made his way around the table. Just as he reached me, he bent down as if to kiss my forehead, but caught himself at the last minute.

That single gesture made my heart break. It was something that I’d seen time and time again between the other couples in the coven. I’d never been with someone long enough for them to want anything otherthan sex. None of my previous partners had wanted to kiss me in a way that wasn’t sexual—in a way that was just to show me that they cared.

But my mate did.

I really needed to work through whatever it was that was holding me back as soon as possible, because I wanted that part of him too.

Chapter 13. Lochran

I had spent theentiretyof the morning jerking off.

When I’d woken up and made my way down to make Lex breakfast, I hadn’t planned to spend the next few hours with my fist on my dick. It was the first time that I’d ever eaten mortal food just for the pleasure of it, and not to take the edge off my hunger. Lex was her usual stunning self, her hair in a messy bun, a tight sweater that left nothing to the imagination—not that I needed to use my imagination anymore—and a pair of baggy sweatpants that accentuated the flare of her hips. My mate had quickly shooed me up to my room so that she could concentrate on her notebook.

I was sure she had fully intended to do that, but, like me, she’d been replaying every moment of last night over and over in her head.

Her desire had permeated the entire house, and it was all I could do to strip my clothes and fist my cock before she’d sent me over the edge. That had been the first orgasm. The secondone came not long after that, as did the third. But by the time the fourth came, I had some more control. And so, as Lex remained in the kitchen, unconsciously pumping her desire through the house, I’d used it as an exercise in control. By noon, I’d been able to edge myself for a full hour without climax.

It was progress.

Just as I pulled myself from the edge once more, the scent in the air changed. My nostrils no longer filled with my mate’s Samhain-spiced scent of desire. This was bitter and acidic, anger mixed with fear. It took a mere second for me to pull my jeans back on before I leaped down the stairs.

The door to the kitchen was open, and I could see my mate hunched over, her phone in her hand and her back to me. I knocked on the door to announce my presence. A stabbing sensation shot through my chest as she brought the sleeve of her sweater to her face before turning to me, her eyes red.

Anger like I’d never felt before radiated through me, and I struggled to keep the shadows from pooling around me. Someone had upset my mate.

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