Page 47 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
Apollo’s jaw hardens and his hand flexes on my face. “You will not have orgasms with him, or anyone else.”
I pull back. “Woah, excuse me, but that wasn’t in the agreement. I can have orgasms with whomever I want,” I say, though I have absolutely no one else in mind for orgasms.
Apollo appears in front of me in a puff of mist, crowding me against the table. “You will not. Your orgasms are my fuel. They’remine.”
I point the fork at him. “Look, buddy, I said I would help you, not that I would give you all of my sexual experiences.”
“Hurt me if you want.” Apollo grabs my wrist and shoves the fork into his chest.
I screech, pulling my hand away.
“You. Will not. Have orgasms with anyone else,” he says, shoving the fork deeper into his chest. His eyes are glowing a malevolent, possessive blue.
“Oh my god, Apollo…” I shy away from him, skirting around the table as blood trickles down his chest.
“You promised yourself to me. Our souls are bound,” he says.
“But you said it was necessary to free you. I didn’t understand I couldn’t—”
“Well, you can’t,” he says, caging me against the fridge.
“Apollo, you’re scaring me,” I whisper.
He blinks and his eyes focus on me, losing their color. He yanks the fork from his chest and sets it aside as he moves to touch me. “I’m so sorry, lovely. I…I forgot myself. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Did you mean what you said. My orgasms belong to you?” I ask.
His eyes flash with a glacial gleam. “I want them all, but I understand. You…” He grits his teeth and stares down at his fists. “You can have them with whomever you want. I would much prefer it not to bethatman.”
My heart softens at his frustration. He’s been so isolated, and he just wanted to protect me, especially from a creep like Mark, who definitely would not give me an orgasm if we were to have sex. He’s also trying to protect himself. He has no other fuel but me, and he doesn’t want to go back to being incorporeal. I would be just as scared.
I don’t think I’d shove a fork in my chest…
But what happens when people start showing up at the springs? Will he consort with others? The thought of Apollo fucking around with someone else sets irrational rage flooding my body and rousing the crazy girl.
No. He’s not my boyfriend.
He has only one love in all the universe. I don’t want to let myself fall for him and get my heart broken like Mark’s great-grandmother. One day I’ll have to go back to the dating pool, but I can be exclusive to him right now, even knowing it’ll never become more.
I nudge his chin to make him look at me. “I don’t plan on having orgasms with anyone else while we’re together, and I would hope you don’t, either.”
“It never once crossed my mind. We’re bonded.”
Relief I shouldn’t feel flows through me.
“Good. But I won’t be controlled.”
He nods. “I will never force you. You are your own witch.”
“And you’re your own demon, but we have an arrangement until you’re free. I plan on upholding it.”
His eyes glimmer brightly. “As do I, Sylvia.”
I put my hand over his fork wound. “Please don’t do something like that again.”
He covers my hand with his. “I’m sorry. I was angry. I hate anger. It feels like fire, like sickness. I just wanted to feel something else, even if it was pain.”
Thinking about Apollo with anyone else made me angry, too, so I’m not one to chastise. The vision of him leaping forward and punching Mark so hard he crumpled plays in my mind. Hedefendedme, and that feels undeniably good. Good enough to reward him with another feeling even after the crazy-boy display.
