Page 10 of Blackmailed By the Incubus

Sera.

MySera. I don’t care what Warrick says. She’s mine.

Gingerly, I sweep a lock of inky silk off her temple. My little obsession nuzzles her face deeper against my chest. Her body presses tighter to mine in the morning chill and I drag her closer still.

My everything.

It should concern me that there is literally nothing I wouldn’t do for this pint-sized woman with her moss green eyes and crooked smile. She’s been the center of my world our entire lives. My constant. The only person who never left my side.

When Warrick first pushed for dominance, the assault nearly killed me. It was supposed to. The human host is supposed to die and the incubus takes their place at the start of puberty. But the whole time I lay in bed, fighting for my life, Sera stayed with me. Stayed curled against my side. Every time I opened my eyes, her face was the first thing I saw, wet with tears, begging Warrick not to take me. It made me realize just how deep my love for her actually was, how unwavering. It surpassed every known humanemotion to something rooted so deep in my soul I would die without it.

Without her.

My fingers ghost the slender column of her neck. I trace the delicate line of her jaw. It must have tickled because dusky lashes flutter and lift. Soft, green pools lift to my face. Her lips pull into a smile that cuts into my chest.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” I murmur.

She stretches and her naked legs brush mine. I watch her face for any sign of discomfort, an inkling that she’d been tongue fucked by a monster. But she sighs and smiles up at me like there isn’t cum crusting her pubic hair.

“Are you helping with the—?”

“I want you to stop feeding him,” I blurt, interrupting her.

There. I said it.Fuck you, Warrick.

The bastard in question is still and silent in my head. My guess is he’s still sleeping or being a weirdo and lurking in the dark somewhere. He’ll slink out when he’s ready to be annoying.

Sera jerks her head back, brows creased. “What? Why would—?”

I push up onto my elbow and peer down into her face. This close, I can count the freckles on her nose. I can walk the rolling hills in her green eyes. I’m so close, I could bend my head and...

“Because I said so. I don’t want you near him anymore.”

Sera watches me with confusion, but there’s a stubborn defiance in the steady scrutiny that makes it painfully clear that I’m not winning this argument.

“I won’t do that.” Her small hand cups over my mouth when I start to speak. “I’m okay. I know what I’m doing.”

She has no idea what she’s doing. She doesn’t know Warrick the way I do. She’s fighting a monster with no morals orempathy. A bastard who only cares about himself and his next meal.

“He took advantage of you last night,” I tell her, wrapping my fingers around the delicate bones of her wrist and dragging her hand down.

“I let him,” she corrects.

I shake my head. “I mean after he fucked you with his tail. When he brought you to bed.”

A wave of crimson floods her cheeks. “You saw that?”

Caught in her eyes, I can only nod.

“He let you watch? How much?”

She’s missing the point.

“That doesn’t matter. I don’t want you near him anymore. Tell him to fuck off.”

“No.”

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