Page 35 of Accidentally Summoned an Incubus

Lochran lifted his head from between my legs, his eyes closed as he savored the taste of me. “I will never get enough of this, Lex.” His voice was almost a growl, and when he finally opened his eyes, they were glazed over with lust.

As if to prove his point, he dipped his head once more, sucking my clit into his mouth. I arched into him, a cry escaping my lips as he sucked deeper, the tip of his tongue flicking over the sensitive nub.

More... I need more...

My fingers grasped around his hand that was pushing my legs apart, the need to feel some part of him inside me almost overwhelming. I felt his lips pull into a smile against me, but his hand didn’t move. I could have cried when he pulled his tongue from my clit, but it quickly slid through my aching folds, lapping at the fresh wave of wetness.

“So wet, my mate,” he growled. “Greedy to be filled, but I only have one tongue.”

The tip of his tongue pushed into my entrance. An indistinguishable sound escaped me as heat surged through my body. Lochran pushed in deeper, his inhuman tongue prodding, exploring, pressing on nerve endings I didn’t know existed.

Something glided against my leg, and I only just saw the tip of his tail, the head now thick and blunt, dip between my legs. The moment it flicked over my clit, my body jerked, pushing my pussy onto Lochran’s tongue and driving him deeper inside me.

Lochran’s wings flexed with glee before tucking tight to his back.

His hand left my knee, tracing slowly down the inside of my thigh as his tongue pulsed rhythmically inside me, hitting the depths of my channel and folding in on itself. Each flick of his tail worked in tandem withhis tongue, and surely there could be no greater pleasure on earth than this?

I’d been a fool not to summon my mate on that first Samhain! I’d endured nine years of terrible sex when all this was just one summoning away?

But there was a greater pleasure yet to be had. Lochran’s finger was feather light as it traced along the curve of my ass. He swirled it in my slickness before flicking it over my puckered hole. I’d never done anal before—never trusted a partner with something so invasive before—but I trusted my mate. He would know just how far to go, how to wring every last drop of pleasure out of me.

A second later, after hearing no complaint from me, he pushed his finger slowly past the tight ring of muscle.

This. This right here is heaven.

A familiar tingle pulsed through me with every inch he pushed his finger inside, and just as his tongue had folded in on itself enough to caress my G-spot, his finger curled inside me.

My orgasm crashed through me, bringing me to the point of almost passing out. It was as if my brain fizzed in unadulterated euphoria, Lochran’s touch like a drug.

My body convulsed as my greedy, greedy mate curled, licked, and flicked once more at all of my sensitive bits, dragging a second orgasm from me, turning my mind to utter mush. I barely registered Lochran removing his finger and tongue from me, and only started to come down when he’d dressed me again, picked me up, and carried me up the stairs.

He made to set me down outside my room, but I clung to him tightly. “Can I sleep in your bed?” I asked, the need to be pressed up against him overwhelming.

Lochran didn’t have to be asked twice. Nor, it seemed, did the house. The door to his room swung open eagerly. The air was no longer the icebox the house had subjected Lochran to in a bid to push us together. Instead, the room was pleasantly warm, the smell of lavender and cinnamon heady in the air. Lochran set me gently on the bed before climbing in beside me. His thick arm pulled me into his chest, his body fitting perfectly against my back and the contours of my legs. A second later, a heavy wing settled over me, its warmth seeping into my bones and warming me to my core.

Sleepily, I traced a finger over the soft scales. Like stars falling from the sky, they bled seamlessly into the thick, membranous skin, the texture from glass-like ridges to velvet almost imperceptible. I remembered the odd markings on his wings. I’d seen shadow wings of all shapes and sizes, but never ones so uniquely beautiful as Lochran’s. “I’ve never seen wings with markings like yours.”

Lochran shuffled beside me. “No, you probably wouldn’t have.”

Well, that sounded ominous.

After a moment, he said, “I’ll tell you, but only if you let me off the pants-pooping story.”

I chuckled. “I wanted anembarrassingstory in exchange for that one.”

“Itisembarrassing,” he countered.

“Hm. Okay, I’ll take it.”

Lochran let out a breath. “Well, you know we’re born from the shadows fully formed?”

“Uh huh. Potty-trained andeverything, as I recall.”

“Yes. Well, while we might be physically fully formed, and able to talk and not shit our pants... that’s about it. I was born essentially as a big man baby, innocent to the ways of the world. We spend the first decade of our life exclusively in the shadow realm being lectured by the older demons on the dangers of the mortal world, which we mostly ignored, because, y’know”—he shrugged—“we were young and stupid and thought we knew better.”

“Wait... if you didn’t leave the shadow realm, then how did you feed?”

“We didn’t need to. That urge didn’t kick in until we matured, which for me was when I was about sixteen years old.”

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