Page 22 of Accidentally Vacationed with an Incubus

Shadows exploded from him, swallowing the room in suffocating darkness. The sharpsloshof water cut through the void, and just as quickly as the shadows had appeared, they collapsed, retreating back into his form like ink slithering into his skin. And what was left in their wake?

An incubus demon.

Thick, ridged horns coiled from his hairline, dark and gleaming like polished onyx. His lips peeled back in a silent hiss, exposing dangerously elongated canines. Iridescent black scales shimmered along his forearms, fading at his elbows and ending in lethal, obsidian talons where fingers should be.

But it was the tail that stole my breath—the thick, reptilian thing that lashed behind him, covered in the same gleaming, black-scaled armor. It moved with purpose, coiling and twitching, ready to strike. My gaze flicked downward, taking in a long, jagged scar that ran the length of his thigh, curling behind his knee.

But it was his thick, aggressive erection, slick with water, a small peak of bath bubbles sliding down it, that had my throat immediately drying up.

With all the willpower I possessed, Irippedmy gaze away from the first IRL penis I’d ever seen and forced myself to meet his eyes.

His chest heaved, droplets of water sliding down his sculpted muscles. Then, in a voice that should have sent me running, he parroted my words back at me. “Who the fuck areyou, and what the fuck are you doing inmyhouse?”

I should have flinched. I should have backed away, because he waspoised to attack, his entire body thrumming with tension. Instead, my sex-starved brain betrayed me. I felt a slick heat bloom between my thighs, and my eyes flicked back down to his dick.

“My eyes are up here, human,” he rumbled.

Heat flooded my cheeks.

Stop looking at the strange incubus’s dick, Jen.

I snapped my gaze up to meet his, attempting to cross my arms in defiance, only to remember mid-motion that I was still clutching a vase. The result was me awkwardly cradling it like a newborn instead.

“I’m awitch,” I snapped.

The demon’s nostrils flared, his golden-brown eyes darkening as he took a slow, deliberate inhale.

“I don’t sense any magic on you.”

“And I don’t sense anypantson you.” I gestured wildly in the general direction of his still very prominent erection, refusing to fully acknowledge it. “Put some on, and then you can explain to me what the fuck you’re doing in my house.”

As if on cue, BooDini drifted into the room, vibrating with barely contained glee, tactfully averting its gaze from the very naked incubus and extending a towel toward him.

The incubus snatched it without breaking eye contact with me. “Thank you, ghost.” He wrapped the towel around his waist. His erection strained against the fabric, tenting the towel in a way that had a giggle threaten to burst from my lips.

“I’ll let you... uh, get yourself sorted,” I muttered, already spinning on my heel.

BooDini fluttered down the stairs after me, completely unbothered by my seething glare.

“Why are you letting strangers into the house?” I hissed, but the little traitor ignored me entirely, floating dreamily into the kitchen. A second later, the kettle began to whistle.

I rolled my eyes and collapsed onto the couch, staring into the fire, desperately trying to think aboutanythingother than the way those bubbles had clung to the thick, veiny ridges. Or the way his bourbon-colored eyes had fluttered open, hazy with pleasure. Or how his bottom lip had caught between his teeth, his jaw tensed in restraint.

A sharp creak from the staircase yanked me from my spiraling thoughts. I turned my head just in time to see the incubus, now fully clothed, descending the stairs, a sheepish grin on his face.

His hair, still damp from the bath, had been towel-dried, giving him an effortlessly roguish look. His jeans were bootcut and tight in all the right places. The flannel shirt he wore clung to his frame, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal strong, sculpted forearms.

I gulped.

If he had a hat and a pair of boots with spurs, he’d look as if he could have stepped straight off the cover of one of the steamy rancher romances hidden in my forbidden book stash.

“Maybe we should start over?” he said, strolling toward me, hands tucked safely away in his pockets, his tone innocent as if he wasn’t a six-foot-something incubus who’d just been caught jacking off in my bathtub. “Hi. I’m Devlin,” he said smoothly. “I’m renting this cabin for the next two weeks.”

My teeth clenched so tightly I was surprised my molars didn’t implode.

“BooDini!” I yelled loud enough to make the demon jump.

Devlin’s brows knitted in confusion just as BooDini peeked guiltily out of the kitchen, hesitating before coming to a stop a safe distance away.

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