Текст книги "Next-Door Incubus"

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CHAPTER 29

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Dani

“It’s your turn to watch him,” Maria said when I got home from work. The room was about 95 degrees Fahrenheit—just the way Trevon needed—and I almost immediately broke a sweat. She hopped onto the stool at the counter and rubbed her tired eyes.

For the past two days, we’d been watching Trevon non-stop. During the day, throughout all hours of the night, he hadn’t left the apartment. He also hadn’t shifted into that monster again, but one wrong move and he would snap.

Trevon was sitting on the couch, clenching and relaxing his fists. “I need to go out. I hate being cooped up here.”

I placed takeout from Ollie’s on the coffee table. “Eat.”

He ripped it open and clenched his jaw. “I need real food.”

“Well, that’s too bad,” I said—snapping. All I wanted to do was fall into a deep sleep on the couch and enter Cinnamon Heaven with Eros. Not spend the rest of my night with whatever Trevon was.

“That’s it,” Maria said. She sat up and scrolled through her phone. “I’m calling someone.”

He jumped up from the couch, eyes turning black. His food fell into pieces onto the ground. “No! You can’t tell anyone!”

“Well, I’m not dealing with your angry ass anymore.” She typed on her phone. “How to get rid of the demon in your apartment.”

“Mari—”

She tapped on the screen. “Hmm, look at this. Exorcism.”

“NO.”

I took a deep breath and placed my hands on his chest. “Trevon,” I said as softly as I could. “We’re just trying to help you.”

He grasped my wrists, and I was afraid that he was going to unintentionally hurt me again. But instead of digging his claws into me this time, he took a few deep breaths—eyes fading to their normal brown color—and sat back on the couch. He rubbed his legs harshly, trying to stay relaxed.

Maria sighed. “There are a few people around here that perform exorcisms. I’ll start calling.” She hopped off her stool. “Oh, and Dani…” She pointed to my phone as it buzzed on the counter.

I swore under my breath and snatched it. Six unread messages from Eros and three from Kasey. I scrolled through the notifications, not bothering to even unlock my phone.

I sat next to Trevon on the couch and sighed. I hadn’t looked at it since the other day. It buzzed in my lap again, and Eros’s name popped up on my screen. I hated being a hypocrite for scolding him for ignoring me and then ignoring him. But I couldn’t risk him coming over. Hell only knew what Trevon might do to him.

“Answer the phone!” Trevon said. “I’m sick of the buzzing.”

I turned off the phone. Maria walked back into the room with a half-smile on her face. “I called three people and explained our situation. One refused to come over, one said that she’s busy until tonight, and the other is on his way.”

About fifteen minutes later, I was resting my head on Trevon’s shoulder—forcing myself to stay awake. I should’ve picked up Eros’s call or texted Kasey back, but how was I supposed to explain this? Eros always knew when I lied. He’d definitely see right through another Maria-got-her-period excuse.

Someone knocked on the door, and Maria hopped up. I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. She gazed through the peephole and opened the door. An elderly man, dressed in a full white collared shirt and a cassock with a gold cross around his neck, shuffled in and bowed his head. “You’re the woman who called about the exo—”

“Shush it,” Maria said, shutting the door.

“So, where is—” The priest took one look at Trevon, eyes widening. “Oh, dear God.” He grabbed the cross and held it between his fingers. “Have mercy on me, Lord.”

I raised a brow. This guy was supposed to help us?

His hand was trembling as he stumbled back to the door. “This isn’t a demon! He’s the devil himself. The devil himself!” The man swung the door open and hurried out.

Maria, Trevon, and I stared at the open door—lips parted. The man ran down the hallway, screaming to the Devil and reciting prayers. I blinked a few times, in absolute shock. Well, that was a total flop.

Trevon wasn’t that bad right? That guy must’ve been an amateur or maybe he was just paranoid.

Maria giggled and then Trevon chuckled and suddenly I found myself clutching my stomach and laughing uncontrollably. Maria whipped a happy tear from her cheek. “Wow, that guy… loads of help.”

Trevon sat back down on the couch, still chuckling. “He was terrified.”

“Imagine if he actually saw you as a demon,” I said.

He bumped my shoulder with his, like he used to, and smiled. “He’d probably shit himself.”

For a single moment, everything felt normal again. Like we were laughing at a stupid movie with white wine and three pizzas. Trevon sitting next to me, his head resting on my shoulder, leg bumping into mine every so often. Not sitting in the scorching heat, terrified of my ex-boyfriend because he was a demon from Hell that could snap at any second.

“He was supposed to be the best around,” Maria said. “I don’t know how much help this lady will be tonight.”

“She’s our only hope,” I said, grasping Trevon’s wrist and squeezing lightly. Our only hope.

By 8pm, I had twenty messages from Eros asking me where I was and eight from Kasey inviting me over to her apartment. I reread them for the fourth time and pushed Trevon’s feet off of my lap. He grumbled to himself and shifted on the couch, placing them back on me and falling back to sleep.

Someone knocked on the door, and Maria answered it. Trevon blinked a few times and sat up. A young woman with silver hair stood in the doorway. She had black chalky markings on her skin, and her eyes were a piercing blue.

Without a word, she pushed past Maria and walked into our apartment. Trevon stared at her, eyes wide, and stood up.

“This is the man with a demon?” she asked with a thick Russian accent. She walked around him, looking him up and down. “Hmm.”

“Can you fix him?” Maria asked.

“I can,” she said. “But you two need to leave. I need space.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. He’s dangerous.”

“Nonsense, nonsense.” She waved me off. “I’ve been doing this for years. Nobody hurt me yet.”

Maria and I gazed at each other. I shrugged my shoulders and walked to the front door. I didn’t want to leave her alone, but we needed a couple hours to relax, and she was our last hope.

“This is going to be so bad. We should’ve never come here,” I said, fiddling with my fingers. We stood in front of Kasey’s door, and I already could smell Eros’s faint scent.

She knocked twice. “It’ll be fine if you would just act calm,” she said, leaning closer to me.

Kasey opened the door, eyes wide. “Dani, I didn’t think you’d make it,” she said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Her gaze shifted from me to Maria, and she smiled. “You must be Maria.”

Eros stood by the window with a glass of red wine in his hand, talking to Zane. Soft classical music was playing over everyone’s chatter. Eros inhaled deeply and gazed over to the door. I walked into the room with Maria, trying my hardest to think of an excuse that he would believe.

“Dani,” he said, hurrying over and grabbing my hand. Maria awkwardly walked over to Zane and sat next to him on the couch. She hadn’t mentioned him since she told me he wanted an open relationship.

Kasey placed a hand on my back, ushering me in. “Where have you been? You’ve been ignoring us. And…” She scrunched up her nose. “Why do you look like someone straight out of Satan’s kingdom?”

Damn Trevon. Making me look like Hell in front of Eros.

“I’ve been busy,” I said.

“Busy with what?” Eros asked.

Think, Dani. Think. I avoided eye contact with him and said the first thing that came to mind. “Trevon stuff.”

His grip on my hand tightened. “What do you mean ‘Trevon stuff’?”

“Um…” I peeled my hand out of his and rubbed my neck. Damn, it felt as hot as our apartment here. Kasey narrowed her eyes at me while Eros waited—quiet impatiently—for my answer.

If Eros found out that Trevon was staying with us on his own, he’d think that something was going on between us. Hell, he probably already thought that.

“Kase, can Eros and I talk in your spare room?”

She raised a brow. “I expect to hear this at some point.”

I nodded and walked with him to the other room. The moon was gleaming through the windows and hitting the side of Eros’s face. He was staring at me, so intensely with his piercing green eyes, that I couldn’t think straight. I fiddled with my fingers. “Trevon is—uh staying with Maria and me.”

“Why? You two broke up.” He shook his head and moved his ring around his index finger with his thumb. “I thought we were… a thing.”

A thing. We never officially labeled our relationship, and I wasn’t sure what being “a thing” meant to him. Friends with benefits? Boyfriend-girlfriend?

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly. I couldn’t tell him the truth, but I didn’t want to lie to him either. “He’s not well,” I said.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“I—I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“I want to, I just can’t.” I swallowed hard. Trevon trusted us with his secret, and I knew that he didn’t deserve it, but I wasn’t going to blab to everyone about it. This wasn’t his fault. “You have secrets too that you don’t feel comfortable telling me.”

“I don’t have secrets that involve ex-lovers.”

My fingers grazed against his ring, and I looked him in his eyes. “I promise that nothing has happened between us.”

He forced a smile—which looked more like a grimace—and I felt like shit. Trevon just had to ruin this thing I had with Eros with his demon problem.

“Okay,” he finally said. He grabbed my hand and led me back to the living room, then he grabbed my waist and sat me next to him on Kasey’s couch. While everyone drank and talked and laughed around us, we sat in dead silence.

His arm was around me, but all I could think about was Trevon. I hope to God that the lady could help. I didn’t want to come home to a bloody mess that I’d have to clean up. And—if I had to dispose of a body—I didn’t know how I’d do that.

Eros leaned closer to me. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“What’re you talking about?” I asked.

He grazed his hand against my knee, then up the inside of my thigh. And, with his other hand, he brushed a hand over my bra through my shirt. “Tell me what you want me to do to you right now.”

My cheeks flushed. “Nothing,” I said, pressing my knees together. I took off my grey cardigan, trying to cool myself off. Here I was thinking of a hundred different ways to hide a murder and Eros wanted to tease me.

“Tell me,” he said.

“I have too many other things to worry about. I don’t need the stress of being caught fooling around with you,” I said. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want it. Three days and two nights of non-stop Trevon had done more than stress me out.

His fingers brushed against my inner thigh. “I think you like the idea of something.” He leaned in closer, his breath fanning my neck.

I gulped, eyes fluttering closed. “No.” Yes.

“Trying to hold back your moans as I make you cum over and over again.” His fingers trailed up and down my thigh.

Oh, God.

“Tell me, Dani, do you fantasize about being fucked in public?” he asked. My only response was a shaky breath that I couldn’t hide if I tried. He brushed his fingers against the front of my pants, touching my wetness. “You do, don’t you?”

Damn. I needed to get out of here.

“I’m going to get something to drink.” I hopped up and hurried to the kitchen. A bottle of red wine was sitting on the counter.

Lord, this was my best excuse to drink. Trevon was a demon. Eros was trying to get into my pants. And I was terrified that there was a dead woman lying on my living room floor.

After one long gulp, I rested my elbows on the counter and closed my eyes. Calm yourself, Dani. Don’t think about all the things he could do to you, all the things you need him to do to you—just so you could relax for a fraction of a second. Now is not the time nor place.

When I finally thought that I could control my desires, I reached into my back pocket for my phone, so I could check on Trevon, but it wasn’t there.

“Looking for this?” Eros asked from behind me, voice chillingly quiet. He placed the phone on the counter in front of me. “You told me you weren’t seeing Trevon.” He stepped closer, so he was pressing against my backside—trapping me.

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

“I’m not,” I said.

He wrapped an arm around the front of my waist and slipped his fingers under the waistband of my leggings. Oh, God. Not here. Not now.

“Why the fuck does he want to take you out for dinner then?”

Cinnamon.

“What—what are you talking about?” I asked. He began to rub fast, rough circles around my clit.

I grabbed onto the side of the counter to steady myself and gazed down at my phone. Trevon’s last message read: Thanks for the other night. Everything is taken care of. Can I take you out to dinner to repay you for everything you’ve done for me?

“What is he talking about, Dani?”

“I don’t know why”—he plunged his fingers inside of me—“he wants to bring me out.”

Eros gently grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it back. “Don’t lie to me. You’re terrible at it.”

He thrusted them harder into me, and I gripped the counter for dear life. “I—I’m not.”

“Tell me or I’ll make you cum so fucking hard that you won’t be able to stop yourself from moaning in front of everyone here.”

Pressure built in my core, and I clenched around him.

“I—I told you… I just helped him because he was sick.” I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip. It felt so good. I didn’t want him to stop.

He tugged harder on my hair.

“I promise, Eros. Please, stop. You’re… you’re going to make me cum.” My legs trembled underneath me. He continued thrusting his fingers into me. “Please, you have to believe me. I’m not lying.”

After another moment of absolute torture, he smirked against my neck. “I know.”

He knew? He knew, but he didn’t stop.

With each thrust, my core continued to tighten. So good, yet so damn wrong.

“Then stop, Eros! You said you wouldn—” I parted my lips, brows knotting together. Fuck. I was going to cum.

Eros pounded his fingers into me, shoving me against the counter with each thrust. He slapped his hand over my mouth. I buckled forward and moaned into his hand, eyes rolling back.

Holy Hell.

My core was pulsing over and over as I released myself onto him. Waves of ecstasy were rolling through my body. I inhaled deeply. “What was that for?” I asked. “I told you the truth.”

He pulled his hand from my pants and pushed himself off of me. “That was to make sure you knew that you’re mine.” And, without another word, he grabbed my wine, walked out of the kitchen, and stared at me from the couch.

I gazed around the room, hoping that nobody saw. That was… a lot.

Kasey was chatting with Aarav—staring right at me—lips in a smirk. Just by looking at her, I could tell that she knew everything that had just happened.

Fuck. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was going to Hell, and this time I wasn’t joking. Hell was real, it was all fucking real.

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CHAPTER 30

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Dani

“Are you jealous?” I asked on the ride home with Eros. Maria had insisted that I drive with him—not her—because she wanted us to spend quality time together, but I really think she just wanted to flirt with some other people who showed up at Kasey’s.

Eros stayed quiet, his hand tightening on the steering wheel. Under the dim streetlights, his ring was shining brightly. “No.” He took a deep breath. “It’s not in my nature to be a jealous person… I just don’t understand why he’s staying with you.”

I sighed. Trevon’s secret was going to be harder to keep to myself than I thought it would.

“He just has to.” I grabbed his hand resting on the gearshift. “If it makes you feel better, you can stay the night with me.” My words shook as I said them because I didn’t know if it was too soon to sleep over each other’s places.

“What are we, Dani?” Eros asked.

“What?” I laughed nervously. God, I didn’t expect him to just come out and ask that. I wasn’t prepared to answer that kind of question yet.

Eros pulled into the lot to our apartment building and parked. “What do you think we are?”

“What do you think we are?” I asked, playing with his ring. The shiny dark metal molded to his finger almost perfectly.

He pulled his hand away and faced me, his green eyes nearly glowing in the darkness. “I asked you first.”

“I—uh… think we are a lot of things.”

“Look at me when you talk, Dani,” he said.

My heart raced, and I looked over at him. What did I think we were? Well, that answer was probably much different from what I hoped we were.

“Calm down. It’s just a question.”

“If it’s just a question, then why can’t you answer it first?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Be confident. You feel what you feel, and you need to be honest with yourself. It’s the only way you’ll ever be happy.”

There it was again. Him telling me to choose happiness—even if that meant giving him up.

I parted my lips. “I think that we’re…” I swallowed my insecurities, ready to be vulnerable and happy. “I hope that we have something more than this physical attraction. I—I feel something between us, and I think you do too, I just don’t know what it is.”

He just stared at me for four, five, six moments. Completely silent. His face was void of all emotion, and I gulped.

“But it’s totally okay if you don’t. I’m just being stupid and speaking nonsense and—”

He pressed his lips to mine, his fingers trailing up my forearm and creating a sea of goosebumps on my skin. I sat still for a moment—overwhelmed. The kiss was soft and gentle and full of love and I never wanted it to end. So, I closed my eyes and kissed him back.

His fingers laced through my hair, and he pulled me closer to him. Pressing his lips harder to mine and slowly devouring me. And, in that moment, I knew one thing and one thing only: I wanted us more than anything I’d ever wanted.

After another moment, he pulled away, leaving us both breathless. His eyes were a clear green. There was no tension in his face, except in his lips which were in a tight line. “I want you to be sure, Dani.”

I was sure. I hadn’t been more sure of anything.

“Are you sure?” I asked, a smile on my face.

He chuckled. “You’re so weird.”

“What? I need you to be sure too!”

A lopsided grin stretched across his face. “I’m sure.” He took my hands. “Please just think us through. I need you to make the right choice for yourself.”

“What is there to think through, Eros?” I squeezed his hands and laughed to myself. “I don’t think that anything you can say or do would surprise me at this point.”

He paused. “Just every moment that we’ve been together.”

I sucked on my cheek. When I read that article the other day, I didn’t think that demons existed but after Trevon changed into that beast I knew that anything was possible. I even wanted to ask him about it, but that meant I needed to reveal Trevon’s secret. And I wasn’t about to do that—yet.

If Eros ended up just being human, he’d freak out about Trevon staying with me. He might even call the police, get him arrested, or—worse—get him killed.

Instead, I nodded. “Okay.”

He brought my hand to his lips and kissed the top of it, just like he had done the first day I met him when all I wanted was to stay away from him because the attraction between us was too overwhelming. Look at us now.

“Stay with me tonight,” he said.

“In your apartment?” I asked. He nodded. “I—um… Maria doesn’t feel comfortable staying alone with Trevon.”

“Well, it’s good that Zane is staying at your place tonight, isn’t it?”

“He is?” I asked.

“He is now.”

“No, Eros, I don’t want to be a bother. It’s okay. I don’t have to stay—”

“Dani, it would make me happy if you stayed with me.”

And—because I wanted to—I nodded my head. “Okay.”

While Eros looked for Zane, I stripped off my clothes in his room. Though dull, the black walls and gray décor looked sleek at night when the city-lights gleamed on them through three wall-length windows. The only color in the sea of blacks and grays was the gold throw blanket, handing off the edge of his bed, and a golden apple that sat on his black metallic side-table.

I gazed at the city and unclipped my bra, letting out a sigh. After the last few days, the simplest things relaxed me. I hoped that the demon was exorcized from Trevon because if it wasn’t, I didn’t know when I’d be able to enjoy another night with Eros.

The door opened behind me. “He’s not her—”

I gazed over my bare shoulder, watching Eros’s gaze drift down my body. “Are you just going to stare at me?” I asked, the corners of my lips curling into a smirk.

He stepped back. “Sorry.”

I played with the ends of the throw blanket and smirked. “Don’t go.”

After Kasey’s party, I couldn’t get Eros off of my mind. I wanted to pick up where we left off. With him between my legs, his fingers inside of me, his lips hovering under my ear, making me beg for him.

He stepped back into the room and shut the door behind him. “Make me want to stay.” He leaned against the door, one ankle crossed over the other, dark eyes fixed on my hips.

“I don’t have to make you do anything,” I said, turning around. “You already want to.”

His gaze slowly traveled up my body until it reached my chest. “You really like teasing me, don’t you?” He undid his belt buckle.

I stepped closer to him. “Sometimes.”

He grabbed my wrist, drawing me to him until I was pressed against his chest. “All the time,” he said. He placed one passionate open-mouthed kiss on my lips, then laid wet and needy ones down my neck to my bare breast. I pushed my hand into his jeans, fingers grazing against him. He was hard for me already.

He sucked my nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing against it. I clenched. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he said. He tugged on my nipple, and I arched my back and moaned. “I love the way your body reacts to me.”

I pushed him away and knelt in front of him, toying with the buttons on his jeans. He stared down at me, lips parted, brow furrowed, eyes hazy as hell. “Dani,” he said under his breath. I slowly pulled down his pants and underwear, the head of his cock springing out.

My eyes widened at it. Here I was thinking that Trevon was big.

He pushed a hand through my hair and gently caressed the top of my head. I wrapped both hands around the base of his cock and sucked it into my mouth, tongue swirling around his head. I gazed straight up into his darkening eyes and took the rest of his inside of me until he hit the back of my throat.

“Fuck.” He curled his fingers into my hair.

I bobbed my head back and forth on him, and each time I reached its base, he’d push his hips closer to me, so I’d take even more of him into my mouth. He continued to curse under his breath, muscles tensing. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He threw his head back. “Get up, Dani. Get up now.”

He snatched my arm and forced me to stand. Within a moment, he had spun me around, pressed his cock against my backside, and thrusted his fingers into my panties, then into me.

“Oh, God,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut. I clenched around him, a wave of cinnamon suddenly striking me. “Please don’t stop.” I reached behind me and grasped his cock in my hand, stroking it.

I just wanted it inside of me, filling me completely.

“More, Eros,” I said. “Please, I want more.”

I turned my head to gaze at him, but he grabbed the back of my neck, forced me to turn back to the wall, and held me in place. “Stay like this.”

His breaths were heavy and ragged against my ear. I continued to stroke his cock, and he loosened his grip on my neck. I turned to face him again—hungry for his lips on mine—but I only had time to catch a glimpse of something sharp and black protruding from his head before his grip tightened on my neck, forcing me to face the wall.

“I said to stay like this,” he scolded.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

He continued to pound his fingers into me, adding another one, until I could barely hold myself up any longer. “Cum for me,” he said harshly in my ear.

And, just like that, my legs were trembling. I clenched harder on his fingers, pressed my forehead against the wall, and came for him. Like he wanted me to.

All I could smell was his cinnamon scent. All I could feel was the pure adrenaline rushing through me. And all I could think about were his horns.

After a few moments, he pulled his hands out of my underwear and placed it on the wall next to me. “Fuck, Dani.” His nails dug into the back of my neck. I placed my palm on top of his hand on the wall, brushing my finger over his knuckles.

My eyes widened when I saw the paint chipping right under Eros’s fingers. Holy Hell. His nails were sharper than Trevon’s were.

“Can you let go of my neck?” I whispered.

He took a deep breath. “Give me a second.” After another deep breath, then another, he finally loosened his grip. I turned around—expecting to see a more frightening creature than Trevon—but it was just Eros. No horns. No claws. No black eyes.

The vein in his neck pulsed violently, and his eyes were hazier than I’d ever seen them. He excused himself to use the bathroom but didn’t return for a while.

When he came back in, I was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. A billion thoughts were racing through my head. This couldn’t be real.

The bed dipped, and Eros slid under the blankets with me, wrapping his arm around my waist from behind. He pushed a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, why?” I said, but I wasn’t okay.

“I just…” He hesitated. “I just wanted to make sure.”

We laid in silence, neither one of us actually sleeping. It started to snow outside again, and I would’ve thought it was beautiful against the city lights, but I couldn’t think of anything besides Eros.

“What’s bothering you?” he asked, lips against my ear.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.” His fingers curled into my hips.

I couldn’t believe that this was real life. I couldn’t believe that I was really going to ask this. I gulped. “Do you believe in the irrational?”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Like supernatural stuff, ghosts and vampires and… demons.” I whispered the last word.

He tensed. “I don’t know. What do you think?”

“I don’t know either,” I said. But I did.

Demons were real, and one was lying right next to me.

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