Текст книги "Next-Door Incubus"

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CHAPTER 31

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Dani

“So, do you think it actually worked?” Maria asked.

I placed the bag of popcorn into the microwave, leaned against the counter, and gazed into the living room. Eros and Zane were sitting on the couch, talking amongst themselves. Besides the glare of the paused romance movie on the TV screen, the room was dark.

Hell, everything seemed dark since I discovered that Eros was a demon. The way his eyes shifted between a piercing green and a reflective black, the way he could turn into one of the monsters from Mom’s stories in a single moment, even the way he looked at me with that devilish smirk.

Chillingly terrifying, yet undeniably erotic.

“Hopefully,” I said. “Did Trevon seem different when he left yesterday?”

“He said he felt better.”

The microwave beeped, the scent of butter filling the apartment. I took out the bag and walked with Maria to the living room. “Let’s just hope,” I said quietly to her.

While Maria sat a whole cushion away from Zane, I curled into Eros’s arm on the loveseat. He was rubbing the black metallic surface of his ring with his thumb like he had done last night after I asked him about demons.

“Oooh, what do we have here?” Maria glanced over at us, a mischievous glint in her eye. Eros brushed his hand against my shoulder, fingers dragging lightly over my skin and giving me goosebumps. “What’s going on with you two? You’re always either fighting or flirting. This is different.”

I gave Maria a side-eye. “I’ll tell you later.”

Eros pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Why don’t you tell her now?”

“Why don’t you tell her?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“She asked you.”

These two were determined to embarrass me in any way that they could. I sighed and turned back to the paused movie. “Eros and I are… a thing.”

Zane raised a brow at Eros, and Maria just smirked—like she’d been waiting for this since that Sunday morning when she brought him over. “And what does that mean?” she asked.

I rubbed my palms together. “It means that we are… a—”

Someone pounded on my door, knocking hard and frantic. “Dani!” Trevon said. Damn it. “Please open up!”

Maria stared at me with wide eyes and I stared back with the same alarmed expression. It didn’t work. It couldn’t have happened if he was back again. Trevon still had a demon inside of him, and that same demon wanted only one thing the other night: to hurt my Eros.

When I leapt up, Eros snagged my waist and pulled me back down. “Don’t let him ruin our night.” His voice was sour.

Trevon banged again, and the hinges on the door shook.

“I have to. I’m sorry.” I pulled myself out of his grip and hurried to the door with Maria. I really, really, really hoped that I was wrong about this. Maybe he was just excited to see the two lovely women that let him stay in their apartment while he was possessed by the devil. Not frantic and covered in blood with the stench of hell lingering on every inch of his being.

For a single moment, the thought of telling Eros crossed my mind, but there were many reasons I was against it. First, Eros didn’t know that I knew about him and he was hiding himself for a reason. Second, Maria might’ve known that Trevon was a demon, but she didn’t know that Eros was a demon—and who knew if Zane was also one; that would freak her out more. Third, I felt inclined to protect Eros from Trevon.

That was probably the stupidest reason of all of them, but it was true. Trevon stayed calm when I was with him. And, if that priest was right and Trevon was possessed by the devil himself, I would have a hard time keeping him from tearing Eros apart, especially when I knew Eros would antagonize him.

“What are we going to do?” Maria said quietly to me. “He can’t come in here!”

I glanced back at the guys who were watching us from the couch. “Well, we’ll have to calm him down.”

Trevon was wrath, pure fury, and rage. Nothing like Eros’s lustful nature.

Maria and I slipped out of the room and slammed the door behind us. Trevon was on the ground and leaning against the wall, knees to his chest. His head was between his legs, and he was tugging harshly on his hair.

“Trevon,” I whispered, crouching next to him. I took his shaky hands away from his face and resisted the urge to cower away. Blood dripped from a hundred of his fangs onto his chin and rolled down his sweaty neck.

This wasn’t his fault, Dani. He didn’t choose this. Don’t show him your fear.

“Trevon,” I said again, softer this time. He snatched my wrists—like he didn’t even recognize me. “It’s okay, Trevon. It’s me, Dani.”

After taking a few deep breaths, his fangs slowly started to disappear into his mouth.

Someone opened the door, but Maria pulled it closed. “Are you okay?” Eros asked from behind it.

“We’re fine!” Maria shook her head. “I can’t believe that I’m helping this loser,” she said under her breath.

“I thought you said you were better,” I said to Trevon.

Trevon clasped my hands tightly in his. “I was, but this morning I lost control again.”

“You can’t keep doing this.”

“Dani, I’m not trying to. You have to believe me.” He sounded so frightened.

“Did you hurt anyone?” I asked. He grimaced, and I closed my eyes. God, was this the shittiest situation to ever be in. My ex demon boyfriend who wanted to kill my current demon boyfriend and who also had no control over himself and snapped at the smallest things, showing up at my apartment while I was watching a sweet romance movie with that current demon boyfriend. Wonderful.

Eros said something else, but I couldn’t hear him. Instead, I pulled Trevon to his feet and stepped close to him. “As soon as we get inside, go right to the bathroom. Don’t even look in Eros’s direction. We will talk about this later.”

Trevon wiped the blood off of his chin with the back of his hand. I licked my finger and rubbed the deep red stain off of his neck. Why the hell was I doing this again?

When he was ready, Maria opened the door, and we walked in. Eros leaned against the counter, eyes dark and arms crossed over his chest. “Feeling better?” Eros asked Trevon, annoyance dripping from each word.

Trevon kept his chin tucked but nodded, trying to walk past Eros. But Eros, being the damn guy he was, placed a hand on Trevon’s chest and stopped him. “Is that blood on your chin?” His muscles were strained against his gray v-neck. Great, not only do I have one demon to take care of… but now I have Eros.

I could feel the rage in Trevon, even caught a glimpse of a fang. He would lose total control in a moment and would try to rip Eros to pieces. Dig his claws right into his chest, let the blood gush out. Bite right into his neck with those fangs, stop his heart.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from Eros. “Stop it,” I scolded, glaring right up into his dark eyes. “He’s sick. Let him go lie down.”

He looked strained for a moment, like he wanted to protest but his eyes softened just a bit when they looked into mine. “I just want to make sure he’s alright,” he said tensely.

“Eros, please,” I said.

“Dani.” He dropped his hand from Trevon and clenched his jaw, any sign of softness drying up. “He shouldn’t be here.”

“Why?” I asked, testing him. “Tell me why he shouldn’t be here.”

“He’s… he smells like…” Eros growled, nostrils flaring, and stormed to the couch where Zane was lounging still.

I clenched my jaw and led Trevon away. Once he was safely in the bathroom, I stood by the door and sighed. Maria was fetching clothes from her room for him, and Eros and Zane were talking to themselves again in the living room.

“Did you feel that wrath on him?” Eros asked quietly. I tilted my head in their direction.

Zane sighed. “If he’s hanging out with Javier still, he’s bound to be covered in wrath. It’ll be seeping from his veins soon, if he’s not careful.”

“He had blood on him,” Eros said. “Coated on him. I could smell it.”

Zane paused for a moment. “You think Javier is hurting him?”

Eros blew a breath through his nose. “He smells more like Satan than Javier to me, but who knows.”

Trevon opened the door, and I stepped away. Lucifer and Satan were supposed to just be monsters from Mom’s stories—but Eros and Zane were talking about them as if they were normal people leading normal lives in a normal world that they called Hell. Who would be next? Beelzebub, the green king of envy. Mammon, the prince of jewels and riches. Or—her favorite—Asmodeus, the sorcerer of temptation.

Everything I had thought was a mere fairytale was becoming truth. And I didn’t know whether I wanted to ask for more or hide in the crook of someone’s shoulder and wish this away.

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CHAPTER 32

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Dani

My bedroom door opened, and I sat up on the bed. “Eros,” I whispered. I had been waiting for him.

After Trevon’s interruption earlier, I knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away. Just like at Kasey’s he was here to make sure I knew that I was his—not Trevon’s.

He stepped into the moonlight which was streaming through my bedroom window. His scent of cinnamon was forcefully strong but not strong enough to bewitch me like he had done so many times before.

All I wanted to do was dig my fingers into his thick muscle, touch him like he had touched me so many times, and tell him that I knew his little secret.

This was real. This was Eros.

So damn frightening yet the only thing that I wanted.

I grabbed his wrists and pulled him onto the bed with me. “Come here,” I said, my hand rubbing up his bare abdomen and curling around the back of his neck. “I want you.”

Human or demon, it didn’t matter to me. I would prove my want for him one way or another. Everything would be so much easier when he knew that I knew.

When he had crawled between my legs and pressed his hardness against my core, I let him tease me. His breath warming my neck, his fingers running down my sides, his horns brushing against me. “Dani,” he whispered, grinding himself harder into me.

“Yes?” I asked, breathing him in.

He grasped my chin in one of his hands and pushed the other into my underwear, finger slowly running down my fold. “You’re so wet for me already.” He pressed a finger against my entrance, teasing me. “I bet you can’t wait for me to be inside of you.” He pushed his finger harder against me, and I did want him inside of me. “Your tight pussy clenching around my cock as it thrust in…” He pushed it inside of me, and my pussy wrapped around it. “… and out…” He pulled it out. “… and back into you…” Back in. “So fucking slowly until you can’t handle it.”

I breathed in his ecstasy, reached between us, and grabbed his cock through his briefs. “You’re the one that can’t wait to be inside of me,” I said, fingers slowly trailing down his jaw. I rolled us over and grinded my hips against his hardness. “For weeks you’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you? About how good my hands would feel wrapped around your horns as I ride you. About your teeth leaving love-bites down the side of my neck so everyone can see that I’m yours. About your finally being inside of me after months of torturing yourself around me.”

He gazed up at me with hazy black eyes and placed his hands on my hips, but I grabbed them, pinned them to the pillow next to his head, and intertwined my fingers with his. “No more torturing yourself, Eros. It’s my turn,” I said. I pressed my lips to his.

It was the perfect distraction.

I left hot, needy kisses down his neck. “I want you to take me,” I whispered, tightening my fingers around his. “Any way that you want.” His ring dug into my palm, and I grinded my hips harder against his. “Anywhere that you want.” I slid the ring off his finger—without him noticing—and slid my hand out of his, hiding the ring under my pillow.

When it was secure, I sat back up and smirked down at him, hips still moving back and forth. In the morning, the ring would be there. Evidence that Eros had spent night after night with me, and that I enjoyed every moment we spent together.

He wrapped his hands around my waist. “Look at you,” he said, eyes hazy. “The things I want to do to you.” He shook his head, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk. “They’re sinister.”

“Tell me,” I said. His hardness was pressing against my panties.

He sat up and trailed his lips up the side of my neck. “I want to dig my fangs into every inch of your flesh.” His fingers dipped between my legs. “And fuck you until you’re trembling.” He wrapped a hand in my hair and pulled roughly on it. “I want to hear you scream and beg and whimper my name.”

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CHAPTER 33

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Dani

When I hid Eros’s ring under my pillow last night, I expected to wake up with a giddy feeling. I thought it’d feel like Christmas morning again, when I used to wait for Mom to finish her coffee before I dragged her to the Christmas tree to see what Santa and his flying reindeer brought me.

But I didn’t feel anything giddy. I knew exactly what was under my pillow, and I was terrified.

Even after asking Eros about demons, he didn’t want to tell me his secret; he continued to hide it from me. And, besides that, I had so many questions that I didn’t even know I wanted answered. How would Eros react? Would he still want us or was our relationship best as it was? If he still wanted us, would I be able to survive the depths of Hell if he asked me to go?

One of my windows was pulled all the way open, letting a cold breeze blow in. I cocooned myself in my comforter, stood next to my bed, and stared at the pillow. Maybe I should leave the ring under it and pretend that it was never even there. Things were going well, and I didn’t want to ruin them.

I paced around the room, watching white puffs of air form in front of my face and gazing at the snow as it fell and melted on my windowsill. Though my room must’ve been freezing, I felt extremely hot, like my body was igniting from the inside out, heating every inch of my skin, setting my fingertips on fire.

I wanted to stop thinking about that stupid ring, but I couldn’t. All I could think about was what would happen when Eros found out that I knew his sinful little secret. Would he finally stop holding back? Would he fuck me senseless as he promised? I pressed my legs together. Would I be able to handle all of him?

There was only one way to find out.

Before I could stop myself, I hurled my pillow to the other side of the room. I gazed down at the bed, and my heart nearly stopped. His ring rested perfectly against my gray bed sheets, glowing like his eyes.

A few moments later that giddy feeling appeared.

No more trying to fit the pieces of Eros’s puzzle together. No more doubts. No more waiting for him. This ring was the only evidence I needed.

I grabbed the ring and held it in my hand. It vibrated in my palm, pulsating back and forth and back and forth. So much energy trapped within such a small piece of jewelry.

The black metallic transformed into a garnet red right in front of my eyes, and when it did, I felt like the wearer of this ring had the strength to destroy the strongest, to tempt the purest, to bring the entire world to its knees.

This ring wasn’t powerful. It was power.

Without sparing myself a moment to control the sudden impulses inside of me, I tugged a shirt over my head and headed straight to Eros’s apartment. Two months ago, the thought of a demon fucking me senseless would scare the hell out of me, but now I was craving it—more than I’d ever craved anything in my life.

He didn’t answer on the first knock, so I knocked again. I could just feel his hands on my body, his breath on my neck, him keeping all of his promises to me.

“Javier, if you stole that fucking rin—” Eros said, yanking the door open. He was fastening a towel around his waist, beads of water dripping down his bare chest. When he saw me, he parted his lips—and I could just taste the cinnamon on them already. “Dani, what are you doing here?”

I didn’t want to wait any longer. I stepped inside his apartment without an invitation and pressed my lips to his.

“Dani… have you… seen… my ring?” he said, pulling away only slightly to speak between kisses.

Tingles ran up and down my arms. This was it. I pulled away and held out my hand between us. “Do you mean this?”

He gazed down at the red ring sitting on my palm. “It must’ve fallen off during the movie,” he said.

“That would explain why it was in my room, huh?”

He tensed. “Right...”

I pushed the ring back on his finger, watching it turn from red to black before Eros pulled his hand away. If he wouldn’t admit that he was a demon to me, then I was going to get it out of him and I was going to have fun doing it.

My fingers danced along his abdomen, and I undid his towel and let it fall to the floor. Eros didn’t move, he just gave me his infamous smirk. When I pressed my lips to his and gripped his dick firmly in my hand, he growled into my mouth, picked me up, and took me to his bedroom.

Eros laid me on his bed. “Someone’s awfully frisky this morning.”

“I want you,” I said, running my hands through his hair.

He placed soft, wet kisses down my neck, his stubble brushing against my soft spot. “I want you to do something for me first,” he said. He trailed his fingers down the center of my chest, then over one of my nipples through my thin shirt, making it hard. “I’ve been thinking about it for the past week.”

“And what is that?” I asked. My head was feeling hazy already, and we hadn’t even started.

“Touch yourself,” he said against my ear.

I clenched. “Touch myself?”

He sat up, darkness clouding his green eyes, and pressed his hardness into me. “Can you do that for me, Dani?”

Heat rushed to my core. “I—uh…” I swallowed hard. This was not how I expected this to go. I wanted to be the one in control—even for just a few moments. “Are you going to watch?”

His fingers trailed down the insides of my thighs. “Yes.”

I gulped. This was what I wanted. This was how I would get him to turn. I took a deep, shaky breath and leaned against his headboard. He curled his fingers around my shorts and panties and slowly slid them down my legs, gaze following.

I pushed one hand between my legs. I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to do this for him and let him watch.

His one simple request had made my pussy wet already. I closed my eyes, enjoying his scent as my fingers touched my clit.

“Spread your legs,” he said. I gulped nervously and let my thighs rest against the bed. “Wider.”

I pulled my legs further apart and rubbed my fingers harder against my clit, a wave of pleasure rushing through me.

“Look at me,” he said.

When I opened my eyes, he was intently watching me and stroking his cock. His hand moved slowly over every inch, and I held my breath. From the smooth swollen head to the girth of his hard cock, I couldn’t peel my gaze away from him. I furrowed my brows and moaned. God, I wanted him inside of me.

He swore under his breath, eyes filling with darkness. It was working.

I continued to rub my clit, fingers moving faster. I wanted his head between my legs, breath warming my core. Him thrusting me against the headboard, fangs digging into my shoulder. I squeezed my eyes shut. Fuck.

He grabbed my chin. “I said to look at me, Dani.”

A surge of pleasure rushed through me, nearly sending me over the edge. “Oh my God,” I said—not taking my eyes off of his. The corners of them were black now, and all I could imagine were those damn horns on his head. “I want you inside of me,” I said.

Another rush of pleasure ran through me, and I clenched again—my pussy throbbing. “Please Eros.”

He watched me, pupils dilated. “Keep begging like that, and I’ll give it to you.”

My fingers grazed over my nipple through my shirt, and I arched my back and moaned. “Oh, God, Eros… please. I can’t handle this any longer.” I felt like I was in the clouds, my head was in such a fog.

He stood, tugged me to the edge of the bed, wrapped his arms around my legs, and pressed himself against my entrance. I gripped onto the edge of the bed, fingers digging into his silk sheets.

The scent of cinnamon hung so heavily in the air that I couldn’t think. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it against my wetness. “Eyes on me, Dani.” I gazed up at his bold black eyes and didn’t look away when he began to push himself inside of me.

My pussy clenched as he shoved himself all the way inside of me. He rested his forearms by the sides of my head and groaned in my ear. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he said, kissing just below my ear. One of his hands was holding my chin, the other was rubbing my clit in small torturous circles.

I sunk into the sheets. I was in Heaven. Pure fucking Heaven.

Eros stood back up, grabbed the hem of my shirt in a fist, and yanked it off my body—ripping it at its seams. His eyes were black without any trace of white. He was so terrifyingly dangerous, and yet it only turned me on more.

I clenched myself around him in excitement, legs shaking, and we both knew that I was close to cumming for him already. He gazed down at my breasts, watching them bounce as he thrust into me. His breaths became increasingly quick and ragged. He squeezed his eyes shut, then reopened them. “Fuck.”

My heart pounded in my chest. He was going to shift.

He slowed his pace. “Dani, I—I can’t.” He swallowed hard, unable to keep eye contact with me. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t stop, Eros.”

“I have to,” he said. But before he could pull out of me, I ran a hand through his hair, pricking my finger with the tip of his horn. He grabbed my wrist. “Dani, stop.”

“Don’t stop,” I said again, this time more sternly. I ripped my hand out of his and grasped his hair again.

He snatched both of my wrists and pinned them against the bed. “I said to stop. You don’t know what you’re doing.” The vein in his neck pulsed violently.

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” I said. When his black eyes met mine, he loosened his grip, giving me a chance to pull my hand out of his. I grabbed his jaw. “Fuck me like you said you would last night.”

“What’re you talking about?”

I ran my thumb against his lips, noticing the fangs he tried to hide. “Your fangs devouring me. Hard, fast, and merciless, Eros.”

He paused for a long moment, eyes darkening and lightening—like he was trying to hold himself back. He parted his lips slowly, watching me gaze at the fangs in his mouth. I clenched around him, wanting them on me.

When he realized that I wasn’t going to run away screaming, he stood up and thrust himself hard into me. “That’s how you want it? You want me to be merciless with you?”

“I want you to tear me apart.”

He gently grazed his fingers up the column of my neck, then harshly wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed, thrusting into me at the same time. My core tingled. “More,” I said, tugging on one of my nipples and moaning.

“Dani, don’t,” he said again. “I will be rough with you and won’t be able to sto—”

“Is that all you’ve got?”

Suddenly, his jaw and cheekbones sharpened, his nails lengthened into claws, and his horns grew from his head, lengthening until a demon stared down at me.

Pressure built inside of me, both pain and pleasure. It felt as if his cock was growing—longer and thicker—even more than it was before, stretching my insides beyond my limits. But he didn’t seem to care anymore. He continued to pump in and out of me, ruthlessly.

Holy Hell. I grasped onto the bed sheets, the pain quickly turning to pleasure. He was right, this was too much.

He turned me over, pulled my ass into the air, and snaked a hand up the front of my neck. I gripped onto his arm for support and arched my back, core tightening when he shoved himself inside of me from behind. He curled one arm around my waist and rubbed my clit.

Each thrust was harder than the last, pushing me closer toward the headboard. The bed shook under us, and I tried to say his name, but I couldn’t get the word out. All I kept thinking was…

Cinnamon, cinnamon, cinnamon. God, I wanted more cinnamon.

His fingers continued to move wildly, sending a wave of pleasure up my body. “Cum for me, Dani,” he said. I squeezed my eyes shut, screamed out, and released myself around him, trembling in his hands.

A flood of emotions washed through me—the strongest being lust. I collapsed in his arms, not being able to move.

After a few more thrusts, he threw his horns back, pulled out of me, and came on my ass. I breathed deeply, lying on my stomach, and sighed, feeling completely satisfied for the first time in my whole life. That was the best sex that I had ever had—by far.

I rolled onto my back and gazed at the demon in front of me. A million thoughts were racing through my mind. But instead of saying any of them, I shuffled up to the headboard and shielded my body with a blanket.

After that, I didn’t know what to feel. Hunger. Desire. Pure anxiety.

He stared back at me, not moving. “Dani…” Strands of dark hair laid across his damp forehead. Just like my dreams, his horns were curved and had small ridges around them. It was true. This was really him.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

I knelt on the bed, holding the blanket around me. He still didn’t move, but his breathing quickened. I lifted my hand, fingers grazing against his horns, then against his cheekbones, then against his swollen shoulder muscles.

He was different but damn amazing.

Demonic power radiated from him, even now when he was standing in front of me—naked and bent with nervousness.

“Why?” I asked, gazing into his eyes. “Why’re you sorry for who you are?”

He gulped, and I could tell that he was trying to breathe evenly. His fingers curled into the bed sheets. “Because I’m a monster to you.”

“Monsters are heartless and violent, Eros.” I pushed a strand of hair off his forehead. “They’re cruel and they hide behind the faces of good people. You are not heartless nor cruel, especially not to me.”

His eyes softened, and I wondered how someone who was supposed to be so evil and scary could comfort me so much.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I needed to be sure that this was what you wanted.” He paused. “Is this still what you want?” He broke eye contact with me and shook his head. “You can say no. Don’t be afraid to say no.”

I brushed my fingers against his chin, lifting it so he was looking at me. “You told me to choose happiness, and I chose you.”

He hesitated for a moment, then smiled. Not one of his infamous smirks, but a true, genuine smile. And I smiled back at him.

Eros was happy.

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