Текст книги "Next-Door Incubus"

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CHAPTER 34

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Dani

“So, tell me more about this whole demon thing. Are there really seven different types? Which are the nicest? Do I get to meet any other ones? Is Kasey an incubus too?”

Eros grazed his fingers against the small of my back, leading me through the crowd at The Lounge, and chuckled. “One question at a time.”

Lemon, pine, strawberries, chocolate—I inhaled each tempting scent as we passed the men and women flirting at the bar. Each smell was more mesmerizing than the last, but none compared to cinnamon.

I scooted into the same booth that we had last time and smiled. “I’m just curious.”

Eros slid in next to me and wrapped his arm around my back. “I know.” He placed a kiss on my forehead. “It’s cute.” His lips lingered, and when he finally pulled away his eyes were hazy. “You always smell so goo—”

“Look at the lovely couple.” The waiter from the other night placed a pitcher of water between us. He pulled out a small notebook, flipping to a clean page. “Back again.” He smiled. “I bet your parents would love to meet her, Eros.”

Eros clenched his jaw, fingers digging into my shoulder. “We’d like to order.”

The waiter’s eyes glowed—deep, black, and lifeless. “I guess you don’t agree.”

“Get us another waiter.”

He smirked. “Why is the great and powerful Eros holding back? Afraid you’ll scare her off if you show her who you really are?”

I pressed my lips together and leaned over the table. “He asked for another waiter.”

The waiter turned to me, eyes reddening as they lingered on Mom’s pendant in the center of my chest. They blazed like the pits of Hell—not that I actually knew what Hell looked like yet. “Oh, Little Blessed One, don’t you speak to me like tha—”

Eros snatched the waiter’s neck and jerked him close. “Talk to her like that again, and I’ll take whatever’s left of your pathetic souls.” When he pushed him away, there were deep red claw marks in the waiter’s neck. “Now, get us another fucking waiter.”

The man grasped the sides of his neck and scurried away through the crowd. Music thumped softly through the bar. People were downing those Passion Delight drinks like they were water. Eros grabbed my hand.

“Now, which question do you want answered first?” Eros asked with a smile.

I leaned forward, my heart racing. “If Hell is real, is Heaven real too?” I asked. Maybe there was a chance—a sliver of hope—that I would get to see Mom again. “Because if it is, I want to go. I want to see my mom. She has to be up there. She was everything good.”

Eros’s light expression suddenly turned grim. “Your mother…” He spun his ring around his finger and exhaled. “Heaven is not what everyone thinks it is. It’s not all good people.” He shook his head. “I can’t tell you where she is or how to get up there because demons cannot reach the Golden Gates without wings,” he said, and I frowned. “But I will do everything that I can to keep you safe from people who stole your mother from you. I promise that one day I will get you the closure that you need.”

He gave me a weak smile, and I gave him one back. “Okay,” I said softly. “Okay.”

A woman in a little black dress walked up to our table. She gave Eros a flirty smile and even had a seductive glint in her eye, but Eros didn’t spare her a glance. When she looked at me, her blue eyes sparkled. “Good evening,” she said.

“Hi.” I smiled and leaned closer to her. She smelt like roses.

Her fingers brushed against mine. “What would you like tonight?” she asked, leaning over to give me a clear view of her cleavage.

“Heaven,” Eros said, shaking his head. He lifted his finger, telling her to stand. “Don’t seduce her.”

Unlike the previous waiter, she nodded respectfully at Eros and took our drink orders. We both asked for Passion Delights—because I didn’t care about winning or losing any game anymore—but she only returned with one for Eros. Passion Delights were only reserved for a select few people, and by people she definitely meant demons.

I watched her retreat to the bar, then gazed at Eros. “What’s so special about Passion Delights?”

He sipped it, then inhaled deeply. “They give incubus or succubus demons a kick.”

“A kick?”

“It makes them more sensitive to someone’s arousal.”

My cheeks flushed, and I sipped on my plain water. “So, if I was aroused right now, you’d know?”

“I can always tell when you’re aroused.” He tapped his ring on the glass, making it clank.

“You can?”

He chuckled and sat back, gazing at the bar. “I could tell that our waitress turned you on.”

I gulped and glanced at her. Her blonde curls bounced on her shoulders as she walked back and forth behind the bar, pouring sex-crazed demons more Passion Delights. For a moment, her eyes met mine, and I dug my nails into Eros’s thigh. “She’s attractive, but that doesn’t mean she arouses me.”

He trailed a finger down my cheek. “So, given the chance, you wouldn’t want to fuck her?”

My eyes widened at the thought. “No, I’m dating you.”

Eros smirked. “That’s not what I asked,” he said. I took a long sip of my water. Was it getting hot in here or was it just me? Eros sat back. “If we weren’t together and you met her at a bar, would you go home with her?”

I pursed my lips. “Come on, Eros. I don’t sleep around with people I meet one time.”

“Look at you, getting so defensive over it.”

“I’m not getting defensive over it.”

Eros leaned closer to me, his fingers slipping under my dress. “You’re wet just thinking about it.”

I pushed his hand away, cheeks flushing. Damn him. Why did he always have to put me on the spot? Didn’t he know that I was an anxious mess all the time? I cleared my throat and tried to push away the thoughts of the waitress. “So, the other night when you ordered a Passion Delight, did you intend on losing the game?”

He shrugged as if losing meant nothing to him. “I knew I wasn’t going to be able to resist you for much longer.” He curled a finger around my hair. “You don’t even have to try. It comes so naturally to you.”

I snorted. Hell, no. I had to learn the tricks from Kasey, had to repeat them hundreds of times so I wouldn’t forget them.

Eros chuckled and leaned closer to me. “But, let’s be clear, I did not lose.”

I playfully slapped him on the chest. “What? I totally beat you at your own damn game. Admit it.”

He took another sip of his Passion Delight and shook his head. “I will not. I had you curled around my finger since the day I met you.”

Well, there was no denying that one. He hooked me on cinnamon like an addict. I smiled, thinking back to that Sunday morning. I was so naïve, thinking I could ever resist someone like him for the rest of my life.

I brushed my fingers over his ring. “You could haunt anyone,” I said. “Why did you choose me?”

“First, demons don’t haunt people. We’re not ghosts,” he said, eyes cloudy.

I smiled. “Sorry—possess then.”

“Second, you chose me.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Come on. You don’t think other demons haven’t tried to possess you before me?”

I clutched Mom’s pendant. Other demons? Like Javier or even Kasey? My nose wrinkled. “I don’t remember the others.”

“That’s because you didn’t let them possess you.” He leaned forward onto his elbows, ring shining under the dim table light. “In order to be possessed—in order for a demon to take full control of your body and your emotions—you have to agree to it.”

“Who would willingly be possessed?”

“You.” He chuckled and ran a hand across my back. “You wanted me to make you cum, so you told me that you wanted me. You gave me possession of you.”

“Sneaky,” I said, nodding. “That’s how you did it.”

“That’s not sneaky compared to most. If you didn’t like something, other demons wouldn’t care. They would’ve continued using your body for their needs,” he said. I gazed around at the other demons in the bar, lingering on the male waiter. He seemed like one of those types. Using people until he didn’t need them anymore. Hell, Javier was that type—using Trevon for his own needs, letting him become a damn demon, throwing him out when he was finished.

“So”—I glided my finger across his ring, watching a streak of red follow my finger on its black canvas—“if I didn’t want to do anything with you or if I wanted you to stop, you would?” I asked, and he nodded. “How do I know you’ll stop?”

“If you don’t like something, say heaven and I’ll stop.”

“Heaven,” I whispered to myself. The word sounded bittersweet—like the past few weeks of sinning had sealed my fate for an eternity in Hell, but Mom was standing up in the clouds, calling my name for me to come home someday.

The candle between Eros and I flickered against his glass, and I smiled—thinking back to the times when Mom used to drink red wine while we binge-watched cartoons on Tuesday nights in the living room. My five-year-old self would always inch close to her, bat my lashes, and ask for one tiny little sip. Desperately wanting to know what the big deal was about those fancy cups and the sour smelling happy juice inside of them.

Eros pushed his Passion Delight in my direction. “You’ve been eyeing it all night.”

My eyes widened. “Really?”

He chuckled. “One sip.”

I gazed around to make sure nobody was watching, then took a larger-than-intended sip. It burned the back of my throat, the sourness making my nose wrinkle. “This is gross.” I placed the glass on the table and pushed it back to him. “I don’t know how you get a kick out of that.”

“It’ll hit you,” he said, standing. He grabbed my hand, tossed some type of paper money—Joss he called it—onto the table, and led me out of The Lounge. Instead of taking the route back to the car, we walked along the sidewalk, watching small snowflakes melt on the ground.

A bus pulled up to the corner of Sixth and Penn, and Eros grabbed my hand, pulling me towards it. “Come on. Let’s go somewhere.”

“Where? Are we just leaving the car her—”

“Trust me, Dani,” he said, tugging me along before the bus pulled away. “We’ll come back for the car later.”

The bus was crowded even for a Friday night. Eros guided me to the back, near the last pair of exit doors, and I held onto the handrail as the bus lurched forward. “Where are we going?” I asked again.

Eros stood behind me, one hand on the handrail beside mine, the other on my shoulder. “Patience,” he said. I sighed and gazed out of the window, watching Dr. U’s office building whizz by us. We were headed outbound toward the Liberty Bridge.

The bus stopped a few more times, letting more people on. Eros tapped his fingers on my shoulder, his breath on my neck.

“Shouldn’t you be watching for the stop?” I asked. “And not me?”

He chuckled and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “We’re not getting off at a stop.”

“Then where are we—” I grasped the rail tighter, my core suddenly tightening and pulsing quickly. What the—

“You okay?” Eros asked in my ear. His fingers were trailing down my sides.

That drink, that damn drink was doing this. And Eros knew it would. I took a deep breath, trying to suppress my growing excitement.

“Oh, my God.”

The bus stopped again, and even more people crowded in. I scooted against one of the exit doors, heart pounding. Why were there so many people here tonight? Everyone’s body heat was making me so hot, I just wanted to strip off all of my clothes.

I shifted my gaze from the people on the bus to my reflection in the door windows. Stay calm, Dani.

Eros’s black eyes reflected off the windows. He pressed his hardness into my backside, rubbing it against my ass, and I clenched unwillingly. “What are you doing?” I whisper-yelled. I tried to face him, but he grasped my hips and held me in place. “People are going to see!”

“I won’t let anyone see you the way I do,” he said to me. Then he paused and gazed toward the crowd behind us, making direct eye contact with a few people. Suddenly, the bus filled with noisy chatter and the overwhelming aroma of several scents. Men and women with seductive glints in their eyes—who I had no doubt were demons—pried eyes away from us and directed them toward themselves.

Eros curled an arm around my torso and pressed his fingers against my pussy through my dress. I grasped the handrail tighter, my knuckles whitening. “Eros, please.”

He pushed me closer to the door until my chest was plastered against it. “Please what?” He continued to rub me while he undid the top button or my dress, revealing my cleavage. I grasped his hand as he unbuttoned the next one, hand slipping inside of my top. He trailed his fingers across my bare skin and over my nipple. “Not wearing a bra tonight?” he asked, shaking his head. “What did I tell you about teasing me? Do I need to teach you a lesson?”

I shook my head. “No… Eros, please. I won’t do it again,” I said. He pinched my nipple, and a wave of pleasure washed over me.

“You need to learn to be a good girl.” He unbuttoned the next button.

“Stop, Eros. Somebody is going to see!”

“Calm down and they won’t.” He undid one more button and my breasts fell out of the top. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying to God that nobody was watching. He curled a hand around my neck and pulled me away from the door to gaze at my reflection in the glass.

I watched his fingers dance across my skin, from breast to breast—toying with my nipples. Then he pressed his lips to my ear. “You’re craving my cock, aren’t you?”

“No, I—I’m not.” I took a deep breath, my core clenching.

He chuckled and pulled his hand off of me. I sighed and closed my eyes in relief, pulling my dress closed. Thank God that was over because I didn’t know what I would do if—

My eyes widened when I heard the faint sound of a zipper. I didn’t have time to turn around before Eros lifted the back of my dress just enough for him to slide himself underneath.

Oh, my God. He’s going to fuck me. Right here, in front of everyone.

I clenched again, pressing my fingers into the glass window. He pushed himself against my wetness.

The bus stopped again, and some others came on. Eros pushed me closer to the door as people pushed into him.

“Eros, please, someone will see!” There was no way in Hell that someone wouldn’t see us fucking in the middle of a crowded bus. But when I looked around, they were all staring lustfully at the demons disguised as humans.

He wrapped his hand around the front of my throat and pulled me close. “Tell me that you want it,” he said. But I wasn’t going to beg in front of everyone and risk someone finding out, so I sucked in a deep breath and hoped that this ache in my core would suddenly disappear. “Beg for me,” he said, rubbing his fingers roughly against my clit.

Damn it.

I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling his cock poke at my entrance. “Please, Eros,” I said. A sudden rush of pleasure warmed my core. “Please give it to me.”

He pushed himself inside of me slowly and groaned. “You’re so wet.” He thrusted himself deeper and stilled. I dug my nails into my sweaty palms. This wasn’t happening. This really wasn’t happening.

He pulled my hands away from my top, letting it fall open just enough to see my breasts in the reflection of the glass. “Look at these,” he said, groping one. He rolled my nipple between his fingers and tugged on it. “I’m going to have fun with you.”

I grabbed the handrail, trying not to make a sound as he continued to tug on my nipples. Waves of pleasure were coursing through me already, and he hadn’t even started fucking me yet. “Eros,” I whimpered, gazing at his black eyes through the reflection.

He trailed his fingers up my neck, gripped my chin, and brushed his thumb against my lips. “Shh, shh, shh. Don’t want anyone to hear you yet, do you?”

Yet? I didn’t want anyone to hear me at all.

After chuckling sinisterly into my ear, he thrusted himself hard into me, watching my breasts bounce. I pressed my lips together, a muffled moan escaping my throat. Oh, my God.

He stilled. “What did I tell you?” He drew a finger around my nipple. “Do you want everyone to watch me fuck you?” My brows creased, and his grip on my chin tightened. “Huh?”

“N—” Again, he thrust himself into me without warning, fingers harshly rubbing my clit, and I moaned—unable to stop myself.

Eros smirked against my ear. “I’m going to make you scream.” He continued to thrust himself into me, hand pressing on my lower back and making me arch. My breasts were nearly pushed against the door. People brushed against me—backs turned—as the bus continued down the road.

With each thrust his pace quickened, and I wondered how the hell someone hadn’t seen us yet. Maybe they had. All I knew was the pressure in my core was so intense I could feel my pussy quivering. His size expanded inside of me, and I let out a soft moan.

“Fuck, Dani,” he murmured against my ear, pulling me off of the door and watching my breasts bounce again. “Beg for me. I wanna hear you beg.”

I shook my head. Not here. Not now. If I opened my mouth, I wouldn’t have control over what came out of it.

But Eros was having none of it. He pressed his fingers into my lips. “Beg,” he said more forcefully. When I didn’t answer, he grabbed a fistful of my hair. “I can make everyone on this bus turn around and watch you get fucked or we can continue like this. Your choice. If you don’t beg, I’ll choose for you.”

“Eros,” I breathed, pussy clenching. “Please.”

“Louder.”

Someone was going to hear me. They definitely were going to hear me.

“Please…”

He furiously rubbed my clit, and I could feel myself teetering over the edge. Just a few more moments, and I would—

“What don’t you understand about louder?”

After one more deep thrust, I cried out. “Please, Eros.” Waves of pleasure hit me hard, and I grabbed onto the handrail for dear life, my legs trembling. My brows were furrowed together, and I rested my forehead against the window. Holy Hell.

When I was finished, Eros wrapped his arm around my torso and pulled me to him. “Good girl,” he said. He pulled out of me and redid the buttons on my dress until all of them were clasped together.

He zippered up his pants and whistled. Everyone turned back to the positions they were originally in. I breathed heavily, leaning against the door.

This was sin. We were sin. And I loved every second of it.

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CHAPTER 35

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Dani

After not making eye contact with anyone for the rest of the bus ride—thinking that if I did, they’d know what just happened—Eros and I headed back home. I lit the vanilla candle on my side-table and peeled back the curtains so we could see the city lights in the dark.

Eros laid on the side of my bed, head propped up on his hand. “Did you enjoy that?”

I gave him a half-smile, still feeling weak. Sinning with him had me more excited than it should have. Every day Hell was becoming more tempting.

“Tell me more about what it’s like to be an incubus,” I said sitting on the bed next to him.

“What do you want to know?”

I wanted to know everything—more about the Kingdom of Lust, more about the path to Hell, more about sinning. But, instead, I said, “How many lovers have you had?” And I nearly slapped a hand over my mouth when I did. He’d probably had hundreds, while I’d only slept with cheater-turned-demon Trevon and a lousy kid in high school who thought that 10 seconds of jackhammering would make me cum.

All emotion faded from his face. “I’ve had many sexual partners—too many to count, to be honest with you.”

I played with the hem of the blanket. “Is that… normal? Kasey has an open relationship, and Zane told Maria that he wanted one too.”

He sat up, thumb playing with his ring. “Yes, it’s normal to have multiple partners at the same time. Most sex demons participate in open relationships, and it’s common to practice polyamory.”

My heart nearly dropped. Of course, they would desire more than one partner. They had needs. But did that mean Eros was seeing someone else right now too? I didn’t want to believe it, but after Trevon cheated on me, I couldn’t shake the thought of being with a man and not knowing if he had someone else on the side.

“Oh,” I whispered, my gaze falling to the bed. Maybe I should’ve waited to tell him that I was sure I wanted us, until that lustful feeling went away, and I truly understood what came along with dating a demon.

It wasn’t just amazing sex. It was wondering if I was the only one in his life or if he had been hiding someone else from me this whole time. It was wondering if I could ever compare to any sex demon that Eros slept with before me. I was just human after all.

And he was being more suggestive than usual today with that waitress. Maybe she was his lover or maybe he wanted to gauge whether I’d be okay with him seeing other people.

“Dani, I—”

“No, Eros. It’s okay. You-you don’t have to explain yourself.” My eyes watered as I stared at the city lights which looked so bright against the darkness outside.

“That’s not—”

I held my hand up and pressed my lips together. “Please, I don’t want to hear it. It’ll break my heart.” I grabbed Mom’s pendant in my hand and squeezed it harder than I ever had before and stood. “Maybe we aren’t a good idea. I can’t get into that type of relationship right now and—”

He grasped my face in his hands, thumbs brushing over my cheekbones. “Dani! Listen to me.” His eyes were a piercing green. “I don’t want a polyamorous relationship.”

“You don’t?”

“And, please, don’t think that I’ve been fucking someone else this whole time. Yes, I’ve had multiple partners at once, but only when everyone was comfortable with it. I’ve honestly only desired one partner at a time.”

We sat in silence, just staring at each other. His eyes shifted through a hundred shades of green—each a different emotion—and finally settled into a soft emerald. “When I was a child, there was a couple in the Kingdom of Lust who only had each other for partners and wouldn’t take anyone else. At that time, I thought that being committed to one person was best because I had experienced thousands of years with polyamory and didn’t understand love.”

“You had never experienced love in a polyamorous relationship?”

He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Not personally,” he said. But I knew that it could happen. Kasey had a strong relationship with Aarav and Mycah. “I guess it was just the world I grew up in, seeing my parents around different people—never really happy with any number of them.” His frown deepened. “One day I’m sure that I could care for more than one person at a time, but right now I just need to learn how to care again, and I want to care about you.”

This man. I drew him into a hug and smiled. I loved this side of him.

When I pulled away, he was tense. “You’re okay with that?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re okay with what I told you—” He hesitated. “That I only want one partner, right now?”

“Hell, yes,” I said. And—to my surprise—the words ‘right now’ didn’t bother me like I thought that they would.

A smile flashed across his face for a brief moment, but then it vanished and turned into something much darker. “In the Kingdom of Lust, it’s seen as a disgrace if you only take one romantic partner. My parents hated me for it.” He pressed his lips into a thin line, suddenly becoming quiet. The only sound in the room being the candle crackling in the corner. “They punished me,” he said quietly.

I clenched my fist. They hated his decision so much that they punished him for it? That was rotten.

“How?” I asked, after relaxing my fist. I didn’t want to bring up painful memories, but Mom always told me that people acted off of past experiences and I wanted to know what they did so I could care for him the way he needed to be cared for.

He stared me right in the eyes, leaned onto his forearms at the edge of the bed, and pulled his shirt over his head. The two parallel scars on his back were a deep red; it was the first time that I could really see his scars for what they were. “First,” he said—voice quiet. “They cut my wings.”

“You… you had wings?” I whispered, imagining him with immense charcoal-colored wings stretching from one side of the bed to the other. My fingers trailed alongside the raised red skin, and he winced. I immediately pulled my hand away. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I just… didn’t expect that.” He gazed back at me. “Most people flinch away from them.”

I crawled closer and hugged him from behind, planting my lips on his cheek. “Don’t feel bad about them.”

“They’re a daily fucking reminder of how much of an embarrassment I am to the Kingdom. How could I not feel bad about it? A lord with no wings, who only enjoys one partner at a time and that partner is—” He tensed and shook his head. “Forget it.”

My brows knitted together. Did I make this worse for him?

“Your scars make you who you are, Eros. And if you think that anybody who shames you for them is worth torturing yourself over, you’re wrong.”

He grabbed one of my hands, still facing away from me, and stayed quiet. When his breathing evened out, he dropped his head in shame. “They banished me from the kingdom.”

I clenched my fists. They shamed him, stole his sacred wings, and banished him from his own kingdom. They deserved to have angels rain down upon them. They deserved to relive all of their sins but feel absolute agony for them—instead of getting off on destroying their own son.

“Have you been back?” I said, trying not to relish in my cruel thoughts.

“No. When I go back to Hell, I stay in the Kingdom of Pride with Lucifer.”

My fingers grazed against the side of his cheek. “Are you happy?”

“Am I happy?” he asked himself, like he hadn’t asked himself in such a long time. “I’m happy now that I can be who I want to be and with who I want to—”

My door was slammed open, and Trevon barreled in with black eyes and razor-sharp teeth, soaked in blood from head to toe.

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