Page 45 of Witch's Exile
"It explains why you hate me with every fiber of your being and at the same time, feel irresistibly attracted to me," Seth sneered.
"I am not attracted to you!"
The denial came out before I could think, and once it was out, I knew it only made me look more guilty. My gut churned because it was true, no matter how badly I wanted it to be false.
Seth seemed completely nonplussed at my response. "You can't resist our chemistry, sweetheart."
"Actually, I can," I retorted, not ready to leave my comfortable bubble of denial. "Incubus powers don't work on me. I've come across thousands in my lifetimes and only ever had eyes for these three standing next to me."
"Wrong." Seth crossed his arms and smirked, mimicking Ash's movements. "Your boy Raum has some incubus in him. Was it not lust at first sight when you first took him into your harem?"
"That's different," I hissed. "Lucifer made him for me. He was exactly what I needed." My hand groped for Raum to draw him closer to me. His large hand slid across my lower back but his body felt stiff behind me.
"Physical chemistry is an interesting thing," Seth mused, stroking his jaw. "Non-magical humans feel it too. Explosively, sometimes. Incubi have the power to seduce almost anyone, but sometimes there's a chemical reaction that just shoots off the charts. It's a connection that's rare and undeniable."
"For once, I agree with you," I said, pulling Ash and Sal closer too. "And I've been lucky enough to find that connection exactly three times since the birth of humanity."
Seth's face dropped into a scowl. "Oh, you've found it a fourth time, sweetheart. Only this time, it's because my ancestor decided to make me a goddamn genetic freak."
