Page 13 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
“Calm, now. I would never hurt my witch,” he purrs against my temple and his voice stirs something low in my belly.
He isn’t hurting me, this is true. But, oh my fucking god, demons are real. His tail wraps around my leg, slithering like a snake from my thigh to my knee. I go still, panting through my nose and gripping each of his muscular wrists tightly.
“That’s a good witch,” he says. His hand slides off my mouth, and the drag of his skin sends a shiver down my spine. He rests his palm on my throat, his nails drawing little designs on the side of my neck. If I scream, he could rip out my jugular in a second.
I swallow hard. “What do you want?”
He groans, a seductive noise unlike anything I’ve ever heard. “I want your pleasure.”
Oh, gods, he’s the rapey kind of demon.
I’d rather die.
“Your heart is thundering for all the wrong reasons, lovely,” he says, his lips brushing the tip of my ear. “You don’t need to fear me.”
I take a shaky breath. “You haven’t given me a reason not to. You just told me you’re going to take my pleasure.”
“No, never take. Only what you’ll give.” His hand slides over my belly.
My nipples harden against the cool evening breeze. “I don’t really feel like giving.”
“I don’t need much. Just enough to stay corporeal.”
“What do you mean?”
“My magic is fueled by your pleasure, and magic supports my physical form on this plane, among other things.”
“So, you’re…an incubus?” I ask, shivering.
“You can call me whatever you like. What’s your name?”
My brain whirls as I remember myths and things about demons, like if they have your name they can use their magic against you. Wait, no, that’s Fae.
“There’s no danger,” the incubus croons as he strokes down my throat to my collar bones. “Even if I had enough magic to stimulate you, I wouldn’t act against my witch’s desires. All I need is just a little taste of your pleasure to bond to your energy so I can feed off you regularly.”
Bondandfeedandregularlyall bounce around in my skull. “I’m not selling my soul to a demon,” I snap, despite the sharp claws running along my neck and stomach.
He chuckles. “Thatfire. I could subsist on it alone. You won’t be selling me your soul. We’ll create a bond. It’s completely different.”
“Read my lips,” I say, turning my head to look at him. Oh, that was a mistake. He’s hauntingly beautiful.
I swallow that thought and push forward. “En. Oh. No.”
He licks the tip of his fang with a brilliantly red tongue. “If you want me haunting the halls like a ghost, then refuse me.”
“Why don’t you just…go away?” I ask, frustrated.
His hand skates along my jaw and he grips my chin. “I can’t.”
My front is so cold, but the heat of him against my back keeps me from shivering. “Why not?”
His thumb traces my bottom lip and his glowing eyes follow the movement. “It’s a terribly long story, but this is a place of power, and I am as intertwined with it in spirit as the water is with the stone.”
“How do I untwine you?”
He smiles, his gaze darting up to mine. “You would free me?”
“Immediately, yes. Just tell me how,” I say.
