Page 30 of The Fallen
Marcus stumbles away from the creature, eyes wide, but he doesn’t get very far. The creature is between him and the door. It reaches out, long-fingered hand gripping Marcus’s bicep. It isn’t a rough touch, but Marcus drops to his knees, his eyes widening in wonderment.
That seems to be the wake-up call Cody needs. Shaking his head, he stumbles backward and dives throughthe door. His thundering footsteps fade quickly as he races to get out of the basement.
I can understand his need to escape. Hell, I should be following him. But I can’t tear my gaze from the creature. It steps in front of Marcus, its muscled back facing me. I vaguely appreciate the fact it has a nice ass before zeroing in on the fact it also has a tail.
The tail must be as long as the creature is tall and it looks, for all the world, like the tail of a hairless cat. It sways slightly behind it, curling upward so that it doesn’t touch the ground. Watching it is almost hypnotic, which is why my reaction time is slow when it whips out and wraps around one of my wrists.
Just my luck the damn tail is prehensile.
It yanks on my arm and I have no choice but to stumble forward, watching as the kneeling form of Marcus comes into view. I lurch to a halt, my mouth falling open.
Male. The creature is definitely male.
How do I know? Because Marcus is trying to shove as much of its male anatomy into his mouth as possible. His eyes roll back as he bobs his head up and down the length of that monster schlong as if blowing the creature is the best thing he’s ever done.
And if I had any doubts that this is a creature, the cock dispels any questions. It isn’t a human dick at all. It’s well over twelve inches long with a series of bumps running down its length and hard ridges on both the top and underside. At the base are multiple rows of knobs encircling it before the cock enlarges in a bulbous knot covered with. . . . Are those tiny tentacles?
“What the hell are you doing?” I don’t know if I’m asking Marcus or the creature. Either way, I can’t look away from Marcus. His pink lips are wrapped around the creature’s cock, spit dripping down his chin as he hollows his cheeks while he sucks.
For a straight guy, he apparently gives a decent blowjob.
“Do you wish to join, little human?” The deep voice has me jerking to stare up at the creature’s face. Crimson eyes stare down at me from one of the most perfectly beautiful faces I’ve ever seen. Those eyes are filled with boredom, despite the fact that it . . . no, he, he is thrusting lazily in and out of Marcus’s mouth.
“What? Hell, no! Why would I want to join? Especially with him?” I’m downright offended, though I can’t expect him to know about the ongoing feud between me and Marcus. “What the hell are you even doing? How are you even here?”
He tilts his head, regarding me silently and I can almost pretend to forget the fact that Marcus is at my feet fellating the creature. “It seems obvious what I’m doing.” The creature tightens his tail around my wrist. “What I find interesting is thatyou have no interest in joining. No one has ever been able to refuse once I’ve touched them.”
I blink up at him slowly before my gaze drop to the gray tail still wrapping around my wrist, the tip of it rubbing up and down my forearms. Huh, the tail has little nubs on it too. Wonder why?
Oh. . . that’s why.
My face pales and I try to twist my wrist out of its grasp as the tip heats up and begins to vibrate. Bad enough he has a massive cock between his legs, but he’s also walking around with a portable sex toy? What gives?
“Tell me, human, why are you not dropping to your knees and offering every hole for my use?” the creature asks, something between annoyance and confusion in his voice. My mind goes blank because, honestly, I can’t answer him. He huffs out an exasperated breath. Grunting, he removes himself from the suction of Marcus’s mouth with an audiblepopso that he can face me completely.
It takes a massive amount of effort to keep my eyes above the creature’s waist. Well, no I have to keep my eyes above chest level. Apparently, Marcus had practically swallowed a good portion of the creature’s dick because now that it’s waving hello to me, the thing looks to reach nearly to his ribs.
Jesus, is the guy half horse or something? He raises one silver brow and I try not to shiver when his tail slides off my wrist.
“Answer my question, human. Why are you not naked and servicing me?”
“Um, because I don’t want to?” Honestly, I can’t give him any better explanation. At this point, I’m just as confused as he is about the whole situation. Okay, I’m probably more confused.
A whimper draws my attention back to Marcus, who’s rubbing his face against the creature’s thigh, eyelids fluttering in bliss as he humps against the creature’s leg.
“What the hell did you do to him?” The question pops out of my mouth before I can stop myself. But watching Marcus act like that, is mildly disturbing. Marcus is an asshole with an ego as wide as Texas and absolutely hates anything even remotely hinting at homosexuality.
“Ah, I believe your kind call me an incubus?” Oh, well, that explains Marcus’s sudden lack of inhibitions.
He tilts his head, eyes narrowing as if he isn’t sure that is the correct term. “You may call me Asenath.” He gives me a smile, showing off two sets of fangs.
. “Wait, I thought an incubus’s power only works on women?”
Asenath huffs out a breath, annoyance flashing across his features. “I forget humans don’t know anything about my kind, despite having the power to summon us. Our abilities can work on anyone we choose, but your kind tends to have an abhorrence to same-sex intimacy, so you decided that we only seduce those of the opposite gender.”
He gives me a considering look before reaching out to run a hand down my face. I freeze, even going so far as to hold my breath, as his warm fingers caress my body. Is he going to stop? Nope, apparently not. I try to take a step back as his hand goes lower, but I can’t convince my body to move, to step away from his touch. I stare straight ahead, refusing to look down, as his large hand palms me through my sweats. I grunt in surprise as he squeezes me gently.
Do demons have any boundaries? Yeah, stupid question, I know.
