Page 48 of Incubus with Benefits
“Do I dare use my magic to do my makeup?” she wondered out loud.
“I’ll ground you,” I said, reaching for her. So far, her magic had never failed as long as we were touching.
“Thanks.”
A wave of her hand later, Lily was perfectly painted and already slipping on those sexy heels.
“How do I look?” she asked, arching her back in that way that accentuated her ass and legs.
On second thought, if people wanted to talk about me behind my back, then they could knock themselves out. We’d accomplished our objective today, which was to either confirm Nathan’s guilt or innocence. Now there was nowhere else I wanted to be but here with her. On the bed, on the couch, over the counter… I didn’t care as long as those heels were by my shoulders and her screams were in my ears.
“You look like I just changed my mind about heading back downstairs. I think I’d rather stay here and feast.”
Her eyes widened, and her lips parted as I prowled toward her, dragging my gaze over every inch of her, pausing on every curve. I licked my lips, tasting the lust starting to color the air. It was divine.
She stepped back, one heel clicking against the floor. “You have to catch me first.”
Then, with a playful smirk, she bolted. She darted around the couch, heels clicking against the hardwood, dress riding high with every step. I started after her, one step at a time, slow and deliberate, knowing that there was nowhere for her to hide from me.
“You think you can outrun me, Vixen?”
She glanced back, laughing breathlessly. That sound! Gods, that sound was pure temptation.
Instead of stepping around, I vaulted over the back of the couch in one smooth motion.
She squealed, twisting away just as I landed, but I caught her wrist mid-spin and pulled her flush against me. Her breath caught, her body trembling as I backed her up against the wall. Her eyes darted around like prey, even as lust filled the air between us.
Against the wall was just as good a place as any. Gripping the lower hem of her dress, I tore it off her body and tossed it aside. I then lifted her up onto the wall and sent out tentacles of soulstuff to secure her arms and legs, holding her in an X position. I stood back and gazed upon my work. She was so fucking sexy, all dolled up and pinned there.
She struggled, trying to free herself.
“It’s no use, Vixen. I’ve caught you, and now you’re all mine to do as I please.” I grasped her ankles and lifted them, holding her legs up and spread-eagled. Damn, she was flexible!
I started at her feet, worshipping the way the shoes made the arch of her feet curve. As I did, I sent my demon arms everywhere, plucking at her nipples, pulling her hair, and sliding up her leg. The tiny scrap of fabric covering her pussy never stood a chance. I caught it with a smoky tendril and tore it off her, exposing her to me.
I decided to go straight for her clit this time and formed a sucker, latching it over her sensitive nub. Only when she was moaning and her cunt was so wet it dripped down to her ass did I finally form two thick dragon dongs with my demon limb. I loved being able to fuck her with anything I wanted, knowing it would still be me.
I showed it to her so she knew exactly what I’d be fucking her with, and her eyes went wide. Dragons had more pronounced ridges than demons, and I couldn’t wait to hear the scream it would pull from her. Then I was plunging them into her, and the sound she made drowned out the bass rumbling from below. And in that instant, I was certain that it was the only music I’d ever need.
Chapter 22
Lily
Ireadtheemailagain, like it might change if I stared hard enough. It didn’t.
Witches International had rejected us.
The official governing body for witches worldwide—if you can call a bunch of paper-pushing witches with clipboards and charm-stamped approval seals a “governing body”—had decidedwe didn’t qualify. The problem was that the email didn’t tell uswhywe didn’t qualify, which was extremely frustrating.
Gigi and I had been individual members of Witches International since college, back when The Wall was still up and magic was something you whispered about behind closed doors after one too many glasses of wine. But this was the first time we’d applied to formalize our coven.
Penny just became a member recently, since she’d been hiding the extent of her magic from her family.
Witches International itself was relatively new for a magical organization. Born in the 1970s hippy era, it was created as a direct response to the WEC, the Wizard Elder Council, which had been operating in secret for literal millennia. The WEC was all robes, magical bloodlines, and secret politics, a strict all-boys club. Witches International was supposed to be the opposite, run by women who believed in community magic and spell-sharing potlucks.
But like all good plans, things changed and evolved over the decades, and with the power suits and shoulder pads came the business-minded witch. It also started accepting male members since witchcraft wasn’t just a women’s thing, especially now that gender rules were a little more lax.
There were naysayers to both of these changes, especially when it started to be run like a business. But that, believe it or not, had ended up being a good thing. Because by the time The Wall had fallen, Witches International had lawyers, consultants, and a global network of magical PR reps. They were positionedperfectly to become the voice of witches worldwide. And for a while, they were crucial.
