Page 26 of Accidentally Summoned an Incubus

I wanted to fall on my knees in front of her and beg her to tell me who had hurt her. I wanted to call my shadow wings and hunt down whoever had caused my mate so much pain and tear them limb from limb. I wanted to pull her into my arms and tell her everything would be okay, that she’d always be safe with me.

But I sensed that my mate wanted none of those things. Her scent changed to that of freshly wrought iron, a look of steely determination crossing her face.

So I set aside my want to comfort and destroy, and instead made my mate a cup of tea. It didn’t feel like it while I was making it, but the moment I’d set the tea in front of her, her scent softened somewhat. The tang of determination was still strong, but it was laced with something soft and herbal. Comfort.

This pleased me, and I felt some of my earlier tension ebb away.

“I’m surprised you’ve managed to keep your promise and stay upstairs for most of the day. What have you been doing?” Lex asked.

My lip twitched. I wanted to tell my mate of all the filthy ways I’d pictured fucking her as I practiced my control. There’d been a time when talking dirty had only been a tool to make the mortal women orgasm faster. A tool that had felt wrong and cringey. But with Lex, the way her body had responded to my words last night had felt right. I wondered if I could make her orgasm from just words alone? There was a thought. But, for now, my mate wasn’t quite ready for those kind of filthy declarations. Instead, I decided to tease her. “Did you get anymore pages written?”

“Um... no,” she said.

“Was something... distracting you?” I asked, my tone innocent. My dick twitched the moment Lex’s eyes widened in realization, her cheeks flushing a dusky pink. Her eyes darted quickly to the bulge in my pants, to my hand, and then to her cup of tea.

Teasing my mate was quickly becoming one of my favorite pastimes. But the scent of her determination was still heavy in the air, and she needed to continue with her journal. “Anyway, I’ll leave you to your... writing,” I said, unable to resist the urgeof one final teasing comment.

As I crossed the room, I bent automatically to kiss her forehead before catching myself. We’d masturbated in front of each other, but there was something more intimate about a kiss on the forehead that I didn’t think Lex was ready for.

My heart swelled as I left the room, a note of longing now added to Lex’s scent.

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I spent the rest of the afternoon pacing my room, occasionally popping down to the kitchen to make Lex a cup of tea before returning. Lex’s writing became frantic, her tongue bit between her teeth in concentration. Her emotions ebbed and flowed between anger and fear and didn’t subside until the clock struck six.

She knocked on my door to remind me that we were to have dinner with her family in an hour. There was a tinge of glee mixed in with her scent, but when I asked her what her “Good luck!” warning had meant, her lips pulled into a malevolent smile as she said, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

My devious little witch.

If she would have let me, I’d have tied her to the bed and licked her pretty little pussy, edging her until she spilled her secrets in exchange for release.

But, for now, I’d just have to trust that whatever my mate wasn’t telling me wouldn’t result in bodily harm.

An hour later, I was sittingon the threadbare couch waiting for Lex to finish getting ready. The house had provided me with a shirt and woolen vest top, tanned pants and a pair of loafers to dress in. It had taken a full ten minutes of pleading before I’d convinced it to conjure the outfit I’d been summoned in. Unlike in the shadow realm, I couldn’t justpoofthings into existence myself. It felt good to be back in my usual attire.

A weight pressed down on my lap. I glanced down to see the house had summoned Lex’s notebook just as a lamented creak echoed around the living room. The house was just as pained as me that our witch was hurting.

“House, that’s private. I won’t be reading it,” I said, keeping my voice soft and soothing. I wanted nothing more than to open it and see exactly what had happened to my mate. Maybe I’d even get the name of someone to hunt and quell this murderous rage brewing inside me. “Lex will tell me in her own time.”

The book disappeared, presumably back to the kitchen table, which Lex had commandeered for her task.

I didn’t have long to dwell on her notebook as a moment later, Lex’s bedroom door clicked shut. I looked over my shoulder just in time to catch the first glimpse of my mate descending the stairs. My heart stopped in my chest as a pair of ankle high, black Dr. Martens were followed by my mate’s bared, curvy legs. The nakedness of her legs seemed to keep going and going until, finally, they were covered mid-thigh by a dress. Her dress was midnight black velvet, littered with tiny stars. It was cinched at her waist, flaring from her hips, bouncing with every step she took down the stairs in a way that made my mouth dry.

Her cardigan was black and oversized, and had fallen from her shoulder on one side, pooling at her elbow. It was the perfect mix of comfort and seduction that had the first ripple of hunger since yesterday scorch through me.

While a messy bun would always be my favorite look on my mate, billowing russet curls were a close second. They flowed down her back and over her shoulder, catching the candlelight and looking like a flaming waterfall.

I was speechless, and was pretty sure my mouth was hanging open, but I couldn’t seem to move a muscle.

Lex’s cheeks flared red as she pulled at the hem of her dress. “Don’t get used to me wearing a dress,” she huffed before looking into empty air and scowling. “It’s all the house would let me wear.”

“Have you tried begging?” I managed to say, my eyes still fixed on the beauty in front of me. “It worked very well for me.”

I wondered if begging would work with Lex. If I fell on my knees and pleaded to taste her cunt, would she let me? As if she were having the exact same thoughts, a spike of her desire filled the room, quickly followed by a note of disapproval.

“Stop it, Lochran,” she groaned. “Not when we’re about to see my family.”

Her family, made up of witches and other incubi. I could see why this was probably the worst time to tease my mate. As if my instincts sensed it too, an ironclad vise suppressed that side of me. It felt wrong to dampen my senses and block my mate from me, but it was probably for the best. If I caught even a whiff of desire from my mate, I’d be sporting a monstrous erection, which would be somethingprobably best avoided when meeting my new in-laws for the first time.

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