Page 4 of Blackmailed By the Incubus

CHAPTER TWO SERAPHINE

I IGNORE MY OWN INNERvoice when Warrick scoops me up into his arms and carries me the remaining twenty feet to the storage tent.

The heat of his body soaks through the thin material of my oversized cardigan and long skirt. It prickles my skin, making me too aware of every inch of him touching me. Of his scent.

God, he smells so good. Like night flowers, campfire, and warm skin. Everything masculine and dark. I am powerless to resist. Even with my mind screaming to be stronger, everything else melts into his hold. My only attempt at defiance is not burying my face into his neck and nuzzling in.

The tent stinks. It’s a hot box of mold, dust, and sweat. Crates of props and furniture for the shows are stuffed along the walls with the bigger, more used items scattered around the center.

I don’t have an act. I run Bloom’s Apothecary with Mama — mainly alone now — but Warrick and Aiden’s mirror is tucked to one side. An upright oval piece of glass framed in a soft, brown oak. There is nothing remarkable about it, except its purpose.

Warrick takes me to it and the rickety chair placed in front of it. It’s the same routine. The same layout no matter which city orcountry we’re in. The mirror. The chair. The creature setting me down on my feet.

His tail loops around his leg and brushes my skirt. I ignore it as I reach for the hem of my cardigan and drag it up over my head rather than undo the tiny pearl buttons.

Warrick never looks away. I am the center of his entire world. The reason for his every breath. He follows my every motion like my movement holds the secrets to the universe. The absolute focus used to be unnerving. It made my cheeks hot with embarrassment. But as I grow older, I like it. I like knowing I hold some power over him for a change. I like that I am the only woman he has ever looked at with such insatiable hunger. Stupid, I know. I’m supposed to deter his attention, not crave it.

Yet, I prolong every second until the air is thick with the musk of his barely contained desire.

The sweater hits the floor at our feet and I lift my gaze to his face, but his unblinking stare devours my breasts through the thin fabric of my tank top. His tongue flicks out between his teeth, I’m guessing to wet lips he doesn’t have, but I’m more fascinated by the way the long, pink appendage divides down the center and runs over the top and bottom set of fangs simultaneously.

His free arm snakes around my center and I’m pulled against him. “I can smell the heat between your sweet thighs, my little human. Can you feel how badly your body wants my knot?”

He’s told me what a knot is. He’s whispered it in my ear while feeding, describing the way he would stretch me around his cock and fill me up with his cum. He’d knot to keep his seed inside to breed me.

And I have never wanted anything more in my life. The filthy image of him pumping me so full he has to contain it with his cock has my panties soaked. My core throbs with a sweet need only he can satisfy.

But he’s in Aiden’s body. He’s wearing a body I shouldn’t even be touching, never mind imagining fucking me until I give him a baby.

“That’s not the deal,” I pant uselessly because I know if he ripped my panties off and pulled me down on his dick, I wouldn’t struggle. I would take every inch and beg him to breed me. But I have to try.

Warrick snickers but doesn’t call me on my bullshit as he turns to the chair.

“Come. I’ve been starving for you all night.”

My cheeks warm at his husky confession. My stomach flips. I do my best to stay focused — neutral and unyielding — but I can’t lie that this is something I too look forward to.

Instead, I move to stand between the wide V of his knees and wait to get pulled into his lap.

But he keeps me there with his hands resting on my waist.

“You were late tonight,” he tells me quietly. “You know the penalty.”

The haze of lust dissipates as his words register.

“Mama—”

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