Page 6 of Accidentally Summoned an Incubus

My plane buddy raised his eyebrow at me, and I mouthed “It’s a Halloween thing” before shuffling into my allocated space.

“You’re not?” The disappointment in her voice was palpable.

“You’re only twenty-seven, dear. You could wait another few years,” my father said, hopefully.Urgh, gross. As if it wasn’t bad enough having an incubus as a dad, the fact that he knewexactlywhat was waiting for his precious daughter when she summoned one of her very own was disgusting.

“This flight is about to take off. Please remain in your seats, buckle your seatbelts, and put all electronics into flight mode.”

“Listen... I may have done a... thing,” I said. “A well-deserved... thing, but a thing nonetheless.”

“Alexis!” both Mom and Dad bellowed in unison, ‌causing me to hold the phone away from my ear.

A flight attendant glared at me from the middle of the plane and began his way toward me.

“Look, I have to go, but can you pick me up when I land?”

“Of course, darling. Love you,” Dad said.

“Love you too,” I said, immediately clicking off the phone and holding my hands up for the flight attendant to see that I’dfinished.

***

I will not join the mile high club.

I do not need to drag the incredibly attractive man into the bathroom and fuck his brains out.

I will not join the mile high club.

This felt like hell on earth. Every time the mortal beside me moved, I felt myself dampen. I’d worn the loosest, thickest jumper I owned, but now I wished I’d put another gazillion layers on—anything that meant I didn’t have to feel every time those huge biceps twitched, which was often, as he was reading. Every page he read was one page closer to me combusting.

This must be what hell is like? Surely?

How was I possibly going to spend the rest of my life this way?

A little voice in my head said,But you don’t have to! Summon your incubus. You will never have to drive for hours just to fuck some strange guy ever again...

No. Nope. Not going to happen.

Don’t get me wrong, it would be a hell of a lot easier if I could satiate my succubus side with sex whenever I wanted. And being mated to a sex demon would be so much better than a mortal man. I mean, credit where credit’s due, a few of the mortal men were good lovers. But the majority of my sexual experiences had been...meh.

I knew how happy my parents were together. In fact, all the witches and sex demons that had mated in our coven had picture-perfect marriages. But it felt... fake. I lived in a town where each couple had their own incredibly filthy rom-com movie romance. Stuff like that just didn’t happen in the outside world. And I felt uncomfortableabout having to summon a demon predestined to be my mate. What if he didn’t want to? And he was just sitting there, minding his own business, pleasuring some mortal, and then—BAM! Summoned! And he was just standing there, confused in my living room, as I looked at him with a creepy smile and said, “You’re going to live with me from now on.”

I would be no better than Chad and his coercions.

But one-night stands just weren’t cutting it for me now. The thought of having to spend the rest of my life trying to scratch the itch of being part succubus was not exactly a delightful thought. I eyed the mortal beside me up and down. I was twenty-seven, with a curvy, cinched body, and not hard on the eye, if I do say so myself. It would only be a matter of a few words and, provided he was straight, single, and horny, I could probably have him in the cramped toilet of this plane if I wanted to.

But what about when I was eighty? What would I do then?

I would have to use my succubus touch to make a man want me. And that in and of itself was exactly what I was trying to avoid. Inevertouched a mortal man without knowing for certain that he already wanted to fuck me. On one hand, I could summon the demon that had been fated to be my mate, not knowing if he was actually willing or not. On the other hand, I would have years of sex ahead of me, then turn into a withered old crone on the lookout for men with granny fetishes.

But, Dad was right, I was still young and could spare a few more years before making up my mind.

***

It took me the entire journey through the airport and into the cool Seattle air before I finally rid myself of the mortal’s scent.

After much searching, I eventually saw my mom in theshort-stay car park, waving frantically the moment she recognized me. She was almost my exact replica, except two decades my senior. She had the same full, ruddy lips, the same big doe eyes housing slightly too large, mossy green irises. The only difference was our hair color. Where Mom had billowing curves of blonde, slowly turning silver, hair, I had the same thick russet hair as my father.

I waved back, sucked in a breath, and marched my way over. Of course, my mom was happy to see me. And I was sure her joy at having her only daughter back home would last a full three minutes before she started berating me, switching between trying to convince me to make the Samhain summoning and demanding to know what in Hecate’s green earth I had done to have to induce a coven trial.

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