Page 93 of The Demon's Pet

“You’re a demon,” I retorted.

“Not anymore,” he said. “I retired. I’m a celestial now.” He gave me a smug, superior look that made me want to bring his incubus out just to bother him.

“So what’s wrong with your incubus coming out?” I asked. “Look, it went away.”

“While I might be able to maintain an erection whilesomepeople are staring at me with abject fear, you are apparently not one of them.” He rubbed the back of his neck, exhaling roughly. “Damn it all, Cleo. What am I going to do with you?”

I wiggled my eyebrows at him. “You could start my sex education, incubus-style,” I joked.

He gave me a look that said he didn’t think I was very funny. “You don’t want to do it with an incubus, virgin. Incubi can see your deepest, darkest desires, and make them happen, whether you like it or not. Incubi are ruthless, nearly senseless when feeding. They just feed on pleasure instead of blood, like vampires.”

I swallowed, thinking for a moment. “So you can read my mind?”

“No, but I can feel what you want,” Sam said. “Even when I try to block it out. I don’t know why.”

I scratched the back of my head, erotic thoughts of Sam masturbating running through my mind. “I mean, none of that sounds too bad.”

“You would pass out most likely,” he said. “Look, just trust me. It’s nothing to mess with.” He started to leave the room. “If you leave me to deal with it, and promise to actually not bother me this time, I’ll get the frustration out and hopefully suppress my form for a good while.”

I glanced down at the crotch of his sweatpants. “I could help you deal with it.”

Dear gods, what had gotten into me, being so forward?

Horniness. Horniness had gotten into me.

“I would make a terrible lover, regardless,” Sam said, frowning. “The celestial side of me is ruthlessly possessive and jealous. The incubus side is insatiable. I know you haven types. You want to walk on the wild side, but—”

“I don’t,” I said. “I’ve never wanted another man before.”

A flush brushed the top of his high cheekbones, making him look adorably flustered, though it was still a very slight expression compared to anyone else.

It probably took a lot to break him.

For some reason, I wanted to see it.

“We are… We shouldn’t…” He looked away. “I didn’t think you would still want to after…” His eyes met mine, deadly serious. “This doesn’t have a happy ending, pet.”

I swallowed. “I didn’t have a happy ending in mind.” I grinned. “Well, except, you know…”

He shoved his hand through his hair again, apparently a nervous habit. “This is such a terrible idea.”

“But I’m… I could help you,” I said. “And I promise, no feelings. I get it. I won’t fall for you.”

His eyes narrowed. “I’ve heard that before. And unlike some incubi, I don’t get off on hurting people.”

I blinked. “But you actually kinda do,” I said.

“I mean hurting people emotionally. If I hurt someone physically, they deserve it. And yes, I enjoy it. I’m part incubi. I feed on sensations. Pain is one of them.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “I’m not the prince you’re looking for, princess.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Princess?”

He shrugged. “That’s what you are to me. Spoiled, sheltered…”

“I was bullied my whole life,” I said.

“You’ve never been tortured or hung by your skin for weeks while being flayed, have you?”

I shook my head, nauseated just at the thought of it.

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