Page 87 of Hellish Witch

That led onto a familiar balcony complete with a metal railing, now bent inwards.

A blush worked its way up my neck to warm my cheeks.

I mentally slapped myself, pretended I wasn’t gushing wet with a knot-load of his cum, and rolled to face the incubus. “Hi.”

“Good morning, sweetness.” Glowing storm-blue eyes stared back at me, stunning with their silvered flecks. He had the eyes and wings of a mythical Earth-realm angel. But Killian practically dripped demonic sin.

Blood even smeared his bare chest, painting a gory layer over his tattoos. At least our rabid fuck fest had generated enough energy for him to heal every ounce of damage I’d done in the past few days.

His deep-purple skin contrasted the satin sheets, and for the first time I could remember, I let myself explore the exquisite detail of his ink. With his wings thrown back along the bed behind him, sunlight snuck between us to grace his defined chest.

An enormous widow-witch reached sharp talons towards where his heart would be. Feathered wings flared across his upper chest, one side wrapping around his neck.

Clasped in its foot was a single flower.

I’d always thought they were generic blooms, but each one had five distinct tapered petals surrounding an intricate ring of nectaries.

They were bloodbores. Each and every one of them.

It was the flower I’d tried to poison him with on his first ever birthday cake. The ones someone had carved into my front door and that had turned up in huge planters outside my house.

My favourite flower.

I held my breath, scanning the other birds I could see across his shoulder and neck. Clasped in their beaks or gripped in their talons was the same deadly flower.

It was all over him, hidden in plain sight. Inked in his skin permanently.

I didn’t know what it meant.

He noticed my intense focus, and something in his flirty mask softened. “Did you think, all this time, that my loyalty was only to your brother?”

My breath hitched.

What was he saying?

Maybe it didn’t mean anything. Maybe I was just delusional.

Barely a few inches separated our lips, and I fought the urge to close the distance.

Now that the blazing lust of my heat wasn’t burning us both, would he welcome my touch?

Just yesterday, I’d woken up in bed with him like this, and he’d made it clear it was about feeding.

Not something real.

Was last night just about seeing me through my first heat? Had I forced him into this too? Was that what he meant by loyalty?

I chewed my lower lip, welcoming the pinch of my fang. “I’m…sorry…if I put you in an uncomfortable position last night.”

I wanted to have this conversation, but this was possibly the worst way to have it. We were naked and pressed up against each other in a stranger’s bed.

Sexual demons weren’t usually fazed by nudity though. Our bodies were our weapons.

Given what he wielded between his thighs, clearly his more so than most.

Killian frowned, peering into my eyes like he could make sense of my words if only he looked hard enough. “Eve… What happened between us was one of the best experiences of my life.”

My lips parted. “What? But… The heat pheromones…” I trailed off, hyperaware of the sticky wetness leaking between my thighs.

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