Page 11 of Blackmailed By the Incubus

I grit my jaw. “Sera...”

Her chin tilts in defiance. “I said no.”

Without waiting, she shoves off the covers. The crisp, morning chill distracts me and I’m not quick enough when she throws a leg across my stomach and tries to slide over me. My hands reflexively catch her hips to steady her. Hers come down on my chest to brace.

But rather than slide the rest of the way off the pullout, she stops, pussy perched on my erection. Both of us covered by scraps of fabric.

“Sera.” Even to my own ears, her name is a plea. I just don’t know for what.

“I can’t lose you,” she whispers. “He’s not hurting me.”

But he’s touching you,I want to snap at her.He’s taking advantage of you while you sleep.

“He touched you last night,” I blurt. “He ate your pussy before cumming inside you.”

I think I’ve gone too far when her eyes widen. Her head snaps down to where she’s straddling my cock.

“He fucked me?” Her face jerks up to mine. “You watched?”

My brain takes that moment to flash me images of her tight hole stretching to take his head and dribble his cum. But I can’t tell her that. What kind of protector am I that I allowed that to happen to her?

“I tried to stop him,” I try to explain, disgusted with myself for the lie.

Sera’s nails bite into my skin. Her thighs tremble against my ribs and I can feel the hot rush of heat soak through her panties to dampen my crotch.

“How long did you watch?” Her words are jagged, breathy.

I wonder if she can feel the erratic thundering of my heart under her palms as I whisper, “All of it.”

Her lashes lift and I’m captured in the smoldering heat of her arousal. “Did you—?”

Whatever she’s about to say is swallowed by the resounding bang of something hitting the side of the trailer. Sera scrambles off me. She rushes to grab her skirt and sweater from the foot of the bed just as Bloom throws open the plaited doors and hobbles out with a cloud of smoke.

There is nothing motherly or warm where Bloom is concerned. The woman is a walking plague with the emotional range of a teaspoon, but Sera won’t leave her, and I won’t leave Sera.

Bloom pivots narrowed eyes from me still on the bed to Sera struggling to pull her cardigan over her shoulders.

“It’s not what it looks like—” Sera whispers.

The hand not wielding a cigarette closes around the wooden handle of a spatula resting in the drying rack. She starts forward like she’s ready to swat Sera.

I’m between them before Bloom can finish her first step.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warn.

“Kill her!”Warrick’s roar vibrates through my skull.

Sera’s small fingers close into mine. “Aiden, don’t.”

Bloom barely comes to my chest, but she glowers up at me through bloodshot eyes and a cloud of tobacco. “You think you scare me?”

Sera tugs on my arm, begging me silently to stand down, but enough is enough. “You think I’d ever let you touch her?”

Thin lips curl back over teeth black with rot. She throws up her hands, sending ashes flying. “Go ahead. Fuck her. I’ll make money off your freakish bastards. I’ll put them in the show—”

“You will never touch them.” It comes from my throat, but I know it’s not me. “I will disembowel you before you come anywhere near my mate or my children.”

Bloom barks a laugh. “I own you. Both of you. Anything that comes out of her cunt is mine. I can put it in a sack and drown it like a dog—”

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