Incubus Hunter (4 page)

“What do you have time for?” I curled my lips
into a smile and followed the delicate line of her cushioned
hips.

She slid her index finger down the pen.

Envy bit at my core. I wanted that finger on
me.

I gazed at those nipples as they poked
through her dress’s material and restrained myself from rushing
toward her and taking each nipple into my mouth. I’d already scared
her twice tonight. There wouldn’t be a third. I needed to take my
time, be patient, and correctly seduce her.

Silence passed for several seconds.

She combed her fingers through her curls. The
points of her ears peeked out.

Damn you, Carmen.

My tongue ached to touch them. I
shuddered.

She stirred on the table, avoiding my thirsty
eyes.

“Are you going to ogle my breasts all night
or are you going to tell me what you want?” she asked.

I want
you.

“The amount of energy you hold would feed me
for a year,” I lied. “I would love to propose a deal.”

She leaned her head to the side. “I don’t
trust demons.”

“Then you’re not only sexy, but smart.”

“What’s the deal?” She rolled those exotic
eyes.

I grinned. “Would it be okay if I came
closer?”

There was a pause. I observed her fingers
slip behind her and grab something. I forced myself to keep a
straight face although a grin threatened to emerge.

You’re always on the hunt, aren’t you?

“Yes. You can come closer,” she said.

I raced toward her, seizing her thighs and
squeezing the soft flesh.

Her hand hiding the secret object went
up.

I caught her wrist and spotted the needle
between her fingers. “Damn, woman, how many of these things do you
have?”

She groaned. “Not many after tonight.”

“Drop it or I break your arm.”

It fell to the desk.

I yanked her dress up.

She gasped as I stroked her outer hips.

“My deal is win-win,” I whispered. “You let
me feed from you and I help you trap other incubi.”

“I don’t need your help.” She smacked my
hands away. “As you said before, my reputation precedes me.”

Laughter bubbled from my chest. My hands
returned to her legs. I pushed them under her dress, slipping them
up those soft thighs and stopped at her secret place. The one I
wanted to expose with my tongue. I tenderly touched her panties.
Lace teased the tip of my fingers.

She moaned and guided my hands away.

A growl erupted from my throat as my eyes
targeted hers.

“Is there a problem?” She smirked.

“I want to taste you.”

“Then taste me.” She smiled. The tip of her
fangs peeked out.

“Cap those fangs.”

“No.”

“You need me, hunter. You’ve trapped only
young incubi. Now word has spread. You won’t get near the Boto
brothers without my help.” I lifted her onto the desk before she
could stop me. “I could find their hiding spots, see through their
cloaking, and trap them quickly.”

“How can I trust that you won’t work with the
brothers to kill me?”

I laughed and shook my head.

“I can kill you now.” I spread her
thighs.

“What do you get out of this?” Those violet
eyes glowed as she bit her lip.

“Let me feed from you without biting me.”

She shoved me away. “You’re insane.”

“I am. I’ll be vulnerable as I feed from
you.” I placed my hands back on those creamy legs, stroking her
inner thighs and losing my fingers in her cushioned flesh.

“I’ll even give you my blood before I feed
from you,” I said. “With my blood, you’ll be impossible to kill. In
turn, you let me feed enough to help you with the Boto brothers.
After you trap them, I feed again.”

I lifted the dress up higher. Red lace
panties came into my view.

Come to me.

Her eyes’ violet glow beamed on my skin. The
smell of honey filled the air.

“The blood first. Then you can taste,” she
insisted.

“No.” I shook my head. “We exchange at the
same time.”

I grabbed an envelope opener from the desk
and pierced the tip of my finger. Blood dripped out of the cut. I
buried my other hand into her curls. Silk surrounded my fingers. I
wrapped the hair around my hand and gently pulled her head back,
displaying that delicious neck.

So close.
My heart thumped in my ears.
I tried to hide my mounting anticipation, but I was sure she could
see it.

“Open your mouth,” I ordered in a hoarse
voice.

Her full lips parted and shined in the light
of the room. I wanted to trace her lips with the aching tip of my
cock and fill her mouth with me.

I cleared my throat. “Take your panties
off.”

“Blood.” She brought her head down and
focused on me.

“Panties.” I lifted her up by her waist. “Go
ahead. I’ll hold you up while you take them off.”

She wiggled her panties down and off her
hips, letting them trail down her legs, and hang at her ankles. I
brought her back down to the desk.

She slipped her feet out of them as they
dropped to the floor.

“Happy now?” she asked and leaned back on the
wall, spreading her legs open.

The overwhelming desire to bury my face
between her luscious thighs burned within my chest.

Is it really that easy or are you still
hunting?

I had to be careful. Losing myself in her
sweet flesh would have me in Adae’s caged cells, waiting to be sold
to the highest bidder.

“Lift your legs up and put your feet on the
desk,” I said.

She lifted her legs and planted her feet on
the table. Her knees came to her breasts.

I stifled a groan. “Are you nervous, sweet
elf?”

“No. I’m bored.” She looked away. “Hurry
up.”

“I may not have this opportunity again.” I
watched the steady rise and fall of her chest and directed my
attention to the beauty that lay between her legs. “Damn.”

Ginger hair covered the full lips of her
glistening treasure.

Mine.

My breath caught in my throat. I blinked
twice. What was happening to me?

Relax, she’s just like all the rest.

But deep down, I knew that wasn’t true as my
fingers stroked her sensitive folds, those silky ginger strands
moistening under my touch. Her breathing increased. One finger slid
between the warm, slick area. Wet velvet softness surrounded
me.

My legs buckled under me. I gripped the desk
with my other hand to steady myself.

If this is all a game, all just strategic
pursuit, it would still be worth it.

I thrust my finger in deeper and then slipped
it in and out. Her fiery desire soaked my fingers.

She moaned.

“You’re already wet and ready for me.” I
explored her small firm clit with two fingers, abandoning myself in
her sultry flesh. My cock pushed through my pants, ripping away
leather fabric and targeting her.

A gasp left her lips. Her eyes focused on
him, stiff and so swollen at the tip with need that it had turned a
light shade of pink.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “My dick thinks for
himself.”

“Well, tell him you’re only going to taste
me,” she said in a shaky voice. “Nothing else.”

Her heartbeats increased, banging in my
ears.

“Is that it? You only want me to taste?” I
thrust another finger into her warm, inviting tunnel.

Moaning, she let her head fall back and
opened her mouth.

Mine
.

I put the other hand that I’d cut to her
mouth and smeared a few drops of blood on her tongue. My magic
flared around us and vibrated throughout the room. It sparked near
the cut’s opening.

I was happy to give to her my blood. It would
quickly heal any injuries she received and make her stronger.

“Swallow it,” I insisted.

She jerked back at the realization that she
was tasting my blood and then followed my order.

I smiled, knowing my magic was now merging
within her bloodstream. Pride tugged at my heart. I could sense my
essence rushing through her, revitalizing every cell in her
body.

She exhaled and blinked a few times as I
returned my attention to stroking my most treasured prize.

“More.” She moved her hips with my fingers’
rhythm as I quickly slid them in and out of her wet pussy. Her
breasts jiggled.

I ripped away the top of the dress, releasing
them from the restraining fabric.

Soon those nipples will be in my mouth.

“More.” She rode my fingers and I delighted
in my domination over her body.

I slipped my finger out of her pussy and
tasted it.

Honey.

I swayed a little. “Do you want more of my
finger or blood?”

She watched me licking my finger some more
and bit her bottom lip.

“What’s your answer?” I pushed the two
fingers back into her, stroking those walls. My thumb massaged her
sensitive clit.

She shrieked and ground her hips, clasping
her fingers onto my cock.

Hot desire sparked all over my skin. I
growled.

I needed to fuck her now. Feeding from her
desire and only licking my finger would not be enough.

Not with this one.

She fisted those fingers around me and I
pumped my cock into her hand as if my life depended on it. The
hotel room drifted away. It was only her and me. I roared as she
tightened her grip.

She was unlike all the others.

Mine.

Her body demanded a pleasure that would take
hours to give. Those ginger covered lips deserved to be slowly
separated with my tongue. I strummed her clit with my thumb,
listening for the sensual sound of her purring.

“Tonight, I will taste you like no other,” I
declared. “And you will scream my name when you come.”

I pushed my fingers deeper into her velvet
softness and wished my dick was inside of her, stretching her folds
open.

She cried out with pleasure, her breasts
bouncing up and down as she ground into my hand.

I may never let you go.

Squeezing more blood from my finger, I
smeared it around her mouth.

She tilted her head, wrapped her lips around
my finger, and sucked. The edge of her teeth pressed into my
skin.

I froze for a few seconds and relaxed.

She’s mine now.

There was no need to worry about her
venom.

She grabbed the throbbing head of my dick,
tightening her fingers around my shaft.

I closed my eyes, losing myself in her wet
mouth and the sharp tip of her fang piercing my finger.

What?

I opened my eyes wide. Shock poured over me.
Her fangs sank deeper into my flesh. The cold
venom stung my skin and entered my body. I jerked
back.

“Goodnight, Blaze,” she whispered.

I growled, falling backward, my vision
blurring into darkness.

Blaze woke me up with a snarl that ripped at
my eardrums and bellowed throughout the suite.

“Carmen!” he roared in a thunderous rage.

I hoped the Plaza Hotel’s security wouldn’t
come knocking as I climbed out of my bed and headed to the sitting
room.

Thank God I chained him up.

I entered the room and froze, my breath
catching in my throat.

Lamps lay on their sides, flickering on and
off. The tight space overflowed with demon magic, influencing every
inanimate object in the room. Chairs and vases rose to the ceiling.
Paintings shook on the walls. The drapes to the balcony swished
back and forth as if a stormy wind was rushing through.

I stepped forward, my feet sinking into the
plush white carpet.

A boom sounded and the plants in the corner
exploded. Soil and leaves burst in the air, dropping
everywhere.

I jumped back, holding in a scream and
fanning away dust before it got in my eyes.

Another boom banged against the wall on my
left. Chairs and vases crashed to the floor.

The phone rang. No doubt security wondering
what was going on.

I quickly looked at the massive couch where
I’d chained Blaze. Shreds of the yellow comforter I’d thrown on him
covered the black couch.

He wasn’t there.

Terror stabbed at my heart. I pushed my fangs
out just in case he tried to attack me.

“There you go,” he said, but I couldn’t see
him. He must have been cloaking himself.

A large crack split the glass end tables on
my right and then it shattered into tiny sharp pieces. I guarded my
face with my hands. Snarling came from behind me. I turned, but saw
nothing, and rushed to the other side of the room.

Fuck.

I frantically looked around me.

All of the lights went off.

“Blaze, stop. Let me explain.” I ran to a
turned over lamp that I remembered was near the front door and
picked it up.

The phone continued to ring in the
background.