Page 12 of Incubus with Benefits
I sighed. “You know how some witches can cast spells, and others are born with weird little talents they can’t quite explain? Well… I’ve got both. And this—” I waved my hand in the general direction of the door “—is my talent. I don’t know if it has a proper name, but my parents called it Charm. As in, charming the pants off someone. I don’t use it often.”
“Why not? And why does it seem to me like you’re embarrassed about this talent? That’s a damn useful gift.”
I shook my head, suddenly feeling like I was four years old again and caught using my talent to weasel candy from a shopkeeper. “I was told it’s cheating. That it’s not real magic. My parents meant well, I think. They wanted me to learn proper casting, not rely on something I didn’t earn. I think they were also trying to keep me out of trouble. But that belief? It stuck.”
“Well, I think it’s a fantastic talent. And it definitely came in handy just now. Is that why you didn’t use it to keep your job?”
I winced. “No. Honestly? I was so pissed off, I didn’t even think about it. I probably should have. But I doubt it would have worked for the long term. I might have saved my job for the one day, but if that asshole Steven wanted me gone, I’d get fired eventually. The effects are not long-lasting. I can’t change people’s minds for long. And it doesn’t always work.”
“Well, it’s very impressive.”
“What, the talent? It’s raw and untrained.”
“No,” he said, voice dropping into something low and dangerous. “Not the talent. I meant you.”
His gaze locked on mine, hungry and flicking with violet fire.
Oh.
Before I could respond, he was there, his body caging me against the wall.
“Tell me no and I will stop,” he growled.
But I didn’t tell him to stop. Instead, I clasped his belt and pulled him closer.
He let out a feral-sounding growl, and then he was kissing me, devouring my lips, stealing my breath.
My entire body ignited. And with every expert slide of his lips, every flick of his tongue, moisture rushed to my pussy. It wasn’t just his expertise and touch though. There was something else. Magic. Not mine, but his. His incubus sex magic.
When his tongue licked at the seam of my lips, I couldn’t help but imagine it licking lower over my clit. And when my lips parted and he slid his tongue into my mouth, my sex throbbed and I imagined something else, something a lot more substantial, filling me.
I clung to his shoulders, my knees having been turned to jelly. But even if my knees failed to work, I wouldn’t fall far, because Julian had shoved a thick thigh between my legs. I was trapped between him and the wall, and neither had any give.
Not that I wanted any. I ached for him. We’d teased each other since that first dance weeks ago, and I was done waiting. I ground against his thickly muscled thigh and moaned into his mouth at the friction against my clit. God, I was so wet I was going to leave a mark on his pants.
But then he shifted, and his clothes disappeared, reminding me that as a demon, Julian didn’t need clothes. This was all him. Any time I touched him, I was touching the real deal.An incubus. Older and more experienced than I could possibly imagine. Feral, lusty, and right now, all mine.
His mouth left my lips, marking a trail down my neck. I gasped for air because his mouth wasn’t the only thing doing the exploring. His many hands, attached to smoky demon limbs coming out from behind his body, touched me everywhere they could, sneaking under my dress and claiming every patch of skin as his.
With nothing but the slide of my dress—which had turned back into the silver satiny one from last night—between my nipples and his chest, they hardened to little nubs. Nubs he promptly found with his fingers and rubbed. His thigh changed texture, ribbed for my pleasure, and he rubbed it against me, making me cry out.
He covered my mouth with his again, swallowing the sound.
With one last suckle on my lower lip, he pulled away. I was left panting for air and dizzy with lust. I was sure that if I moved, I’d collapse on the floor from how weak he’d made me.
And Julian? He was fully dressed again in that sexy casual suit, not a piece of hair out of place, and looking like the cat who caught the canary.
“Come, Vixen. Let’s get you all set up.” He walked away like he hadn’t just completely rocked my socks off. “Then I have some errands to run to get the club open later tonight. But I’ll be back soon.”
ItturnedoutthatJulian owned the entire building—yes, the whole damn thing—and lived alone on the top floor. He had a personal gym, gourmet kitchen, office the size of my old apartment, gaming room, and wait for it… only one bedroom.
Which, after that toe-curling kiss, I was more than okay with sharing.
Julian let me take over the dining room, claiming he only ever ate in the breakfast nook in the kitchen, like we did this morning. So, I’d set up my stuff, including my laptop and charger.
The whole place was finished with heavy oversized furniture, more befitting a traditional manor than a place in the city, but with the high ceilings and sprawling layout, it worked.
It was barely afternoon and I already felt like I’d been steamrolled by a herd of centaurs, and not in a sexy way. In the past twenty-four hours, I’d lost my job (boo), danced my butt off (yay), gotten magically roofied (rude), woken up in the bed of a dangerously hot incubus (double yay), had my apartment broken into (ugh), watched my wards and charms get obliterated (ruder), outwitted two nosy cops (go me), kissed said incubus (triple yay), and now I was parked on Julian’s ridiculously comfy couch wondering what the hell to do now.
