Page 58 of The Incubus's Angel
I take a quick steadying, but so grateful, breath. “Maybe, don’t leave me alone for too long? I feel like I might be able to handle things if you’re by my side.”
“Done. Out of your comfort zone and into my safety bubble you will go. Besides, I wasn’t planning on leaving you alone for a second—today, tonight, tomorrow…” The implication of the statement shoots straight down to my cock.
Before I come up with a response, Maisie adds softly, “While we’re making requests, can I ask you something?”
“Of course. Anything.”
“Will you call me your good girl tonight?”
My brows furrow. “I thought you don’t like being called that.”
Maisie shrugs. “I used to hate it, but I’ve reclaimed it now. It means what I want it to mean. And I want you to call me a good girl while looking into my eyes as you slide your thick cock into my wet pussy. Then, I want you to fuck me senseless.”
My tail swishes excitedly behind me and my mouth pulls into a wicked grin. “I can do that. Can I tell you a secret?”
“Yes.”
Holding the cake steady, I lean down toward Maisie’s ear and whisper, “Incubi don’t have refractory periods. So you can be my good girl as long as you want, as many times as you want.”
Maisie expels a shaky breath. “Fucking hells, Ren. How am I going to get through the party knowing what’s waiting for me tonight?”
“You’ll manage,” I tease before continuing on toward Kraken Cove.
The thumping beats from the beach music grow louder with every step closer, the atmosphere already feeling lively and cheerful. When we step onto the soft sand, the party’s infectious energy burrows into me, through my skin and into my bones, waylaying any traces of my anxiety.
There’s a horde of activity on the beach. Creatures mingle by the water’s edge, letting the small waves lap at their feet. Others are finishing the setup along the length of the cove, placing chairs and blankets in rings around unlit fires, while even more creatures are moving to the beat Marisol is responsible for.
Everything is bright, vibrant, warm, and inviting, and for once I don’t feel like I’m living on the edge of the community, I feel part of it—with my angel at my side.
Maisie places a hand on the small of my back as we head toward the food tables. Bodin is the first to spot us and breaks away from his group to trudge across the sand.
The large orc stops in front of us, a pleased grin on his face as his gaze bounces between me and Maisie. “Glad you could makeit, Ren. Maisie, good to see you.” Peering at the cake in my arms, he nods approvingly. “That is one magnificent cake. You know my ma is never going to stop talking about it. Prepare yourself for an influx of orders.”
Tilly sidles up next to her husband and he tucks her under his arm. “Hi, you two. Bodin is not kidding. I can only imagine how my dear mother-in-law is going to find every excuse to bring it up in every conversation. It’s beautiful, Maisie. You certainly know how to make a showstopper. I mean, our claiming ceremony cake was amazing, but I think you outdid yourself with this one.”
Maisie’s hand ducks underneath my hoodie and her fingers splay warmly against my lower back. She looks up at me with glistening eyes as if she’s checking if I heard all of what they said. Raising my eyebrows, I give her an I-told-you-so look and her mouth kicks into a grin.
“Thanks, guys. And thanks also for your help with the picnic. It was really special, meaningful.” Maisie’s voice takes on a shy edge and the prettiest pink spreads across her cheeks.
Tilly’s gaze softens. “You’re very welcome. Once you’re rested from all the party prep, we’d love to have you both over for dinner. I want to hear all about the picnic.” Before I have the opportunity to accept their invitation, Tilly elbows Bodin and whispers loudly, “Offer to help Ren with the cake. Do you know how much a cake that size weighs?”
A wry grin pulls at Bodin’s mouth. “I would if he needed it, but Ren’s got it. Don’t underestimate him.”
Tilly’s eyes widen a fraction and flick to Maisie’s hand on my back. Her gaze quickly sweeps down my body in an assessingmanner, before settling on my face again and noting my lack of glasses. With immense professionalism, she controls her smile, but her eyes dance with understanding and what I think is glee.
We say goodbye to the newlyweds and promise to catch up later before heading farther up the beach.
With every step closer to the tables laden with food, more creatures call out greetings to us, everyone showering Maisie with well-deserved praise.
I feel myself holding the cake higher, my shoulders square with the honor and pride of carrying Maisie’s work of art.
A few creatures come up to Maisie to give her hugs, which she returns eagerly, though her hand never leaves my back, keeping me within her safety bubble at all times.
That small gesture makes me fall even more in love with her.
All week I’ve been working on something for her and tomorrow I’ll be able to add the final touches. I’m not sure if I’m overstepping or if she would be open to the option I’ll present to her, but I’m clinging to hope that this could all work out, that she’ll be able to stay—with me.
We deposit the cake in the center of the main table, right underneath a banner that reads, “Happy 100th birthday, Doc Calla!” On either side of the sign are bouquets of brightly colored flowers, perfectly matching the ones on Maisie’s cake.
