Page 9 of Incubus with Benefits
It earned me a sharp intake of breath as lust filled the air between us.
“Who says I’m not?” She reached for a jacket, arching her back as she did.
My fingers itched to trace the line of her spine. Instead, I stayed where I was and furtively slid the tendril higher up her leg, teasing at the edge of her underwear.
She bent again, deliberately, and I swore under my breath as her magic shimmered, and the hem of her dress shortened until it barely covered her ass. The little minx knew she was playing with fire.
And it was working. The primal part of me, the part that still remembered dancing and fornicating under the full moon with a bevy of witches, demanded I bury my face in her well of sexual energy and take a good, long drink. But somehow that rose-tinted memory seemed to pale next to the reality that was standing before me.
She turned, her lips curled into a smile that promised trouble. “You keep staring like that, and I’m going to think you want me right now.”
I growled low, the sound vibrating in my chest. “Want you? Sweetheart, all you have to do is say the word. I did make a promise to your coven sisters not to take advantage of you unless you asked for it. And a promise is a promise.”
She blinked, then laughed. “Take advantage? Of me? That’s cute. More like I’ll be using you.”
I stepped closer, crowding her space until her back hit the closet door. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t back down. Brave little mortal. Or maybe just reckless. Either way, I liked it.
“We could use each other.”
A pink tongue darted out. “We could do that. But I’m not one of your incubus-chasing ladies.”
“No, you’re not. You’re Prax’s friend and therefore my friend.”
“Friends… with benefits?” Her brow raised.
“Works for me, Vixen.”
But as much as I wanted to have some fun with my little witch right now and distract her from the sudden spell of bad luck she’d been having, I also wanted to get her somewhere safe first. Her home wasn’t safe anymore. And not to mention Mr. Kim was pacing the building hallway.
I leaned in, just enough for her breath to ghost across my lips. “Later,” I murmured, letting the promise hang between us.
She rolled her eyes, but her pupils were blown wide with lust. “You better not be bluffing.”
“Sweetheart, do I look like someone who bluffs?”
Her laugh was breathless this time, and she pushed past me with a shake of her head. “Come on, before Mr. Kim comes to check on us.”
She finished packing quickly, bringing all the essentials including all her electronics, which took up another whole backpack. A large one. Who needed this many devices?
“One more thing,” she said, heading toward the balcony.
I swiped the broken pair of red-soled shoes from the floor and followed her. I found her topping up the water and food in a set of bowls.
“You have a cat?”
She shook her head. “Not yet. Shadow’s a stray I’ve been feeding. She’s barely older than a kitten, and I was hoping the cat distribution system would let me adopt her.”
I frowned as she closed the crate door. “But how would she reach the food?”
“Like I said, she’s still pretty small. She can get through the bars and eat, but the bigger cats can’t.”
“Oh, that’s smart.”
“Thanks.” She noticed the pair of heels in my hands. “Those were my favorite pair. I destroyed them yesterday on the way home. Why are you holding them?”
“I thought maybe I could fix them.”
She raised a brow.
