Page 31 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
“How much blood?” I ask, putting the corkscrew to the back of my arm.
“Not much. A few drops.”
I clench my jaw and dig the sharp point into my skin. The pain is nothing compared to my rage, my desire for retribution, and my need to put that jerk in his place. I drag it just a short way to open my skin, and a bead of blood appears immediately.
“I will need to touch you now,” he says.
“Do whatever you need to,” I say.
His fang pokes into his lower lip and he looks at me with a molten expression. “I will need to make you come again.”
“I figured as much, being what you are,” I say.
“At the height of your climax I will push my magic into you to seed your abilities and awaken your latent ones. It will be…strange.”
I glare at him. “Stop trying to dissuade me. I want to do this.”
“As my witch commands.”
He grabs my arm and lifts it to his mouth. I suck in a gasp as his tongue flattens against my skin, hot and wet. He licks the wound, collecting the drops of blood, and then takes a drink from the goblet, his eyes never leaving mine. He takes the corkscrew, cutting himself in the same place I had, and offers me his wounded arm.
Drinking demon blood wasn’t on my bucket list, but here I go. I grasp his arm gently and lick the red blood sliding over his gray skin. It’s warm…salt and iron, just like a human. He must be more like me than I know.
He offers me the goblet of wine and I take a big drink, then another, and another.
Fucking hell, what am I doing?
He smiles. “Regretting it already, lovely?”
“No,” I say, pushing the goblet back in his direction. “Just trying to loosen up.”
He drinks the rest of the wine from the glass and sets it aside. “What can I do for you this time?” he asks, stalking closer.
I take a step back, joining him in this little game of chase. “What do you need to do?”
He steps forward and his hand slides over my cheek, cupping the back of my neck to prevent my retreat. “I need to be inside of you to deposit my magic. Kissing is easiest, but since that’s a no…” He holds up his other hand and the sharp talons recede until his fingers look relatively human.
My face heats and I take another step back.
“Where—where do you want to put your fingers?” I ask like a stupid virgin, despite having many encounters over the years.
His tongue darts out over his lip and his fang gleams as he closes the distance to me. I know I’m just a feast that he’s smelling, that my anticipation has him ravenous. It’s not me that he wants, but I can’t stop the sensation of desire from building all the same.
“Where do you like to have fingers inside of you when you come?”
My back hits the wall and I dig my nails into the wood as I look up at him. He’s glowing, his tattoos swirling with inky dark magic between the streams of icy blue. He looks like the night sky, beautiful and terrifyingly unknown.
“In my…pussy,” I say, my words trying to fail me.
He steps flush against me and his clawless hand travels down my body. “Your pussy,” he says with an air of question before he cups my groin. “Here?”
I swallow hard and nod as the shock of his touch runs through me.
His nose grazes my cheek as he leans down into my space. “That’s exactly where I want to be.”
The wine rushes to my head and crazy-girl takes control. I unbutton my pants and Apollo drops to his knees, pulling them off as he goes. I’m in just my very plain black panties, questioning how all my life choices have led me to an incubus kneeling between my legs, about to make an unbreakable blood bond with him.
“Can I kiss you here?” he asks, dragging his knuckle up the center of my panties.
