Incubus Hunter (5 page)

I turned the light on.

Blaze stood in front of me. Broken chains and
locks dangled from his huge hands. Silver filled his eyes. He
smacked the lamp out of my hand. It fell to the floor and smashed
into the wall.

Demon magic circled around us.

I almost suffocated on it and clutched my
neck. “You have to let me explain.”

Sweat dripped down his face as his muscular
chest heaved up and down. One corner of his lips lifted as he
sneered.

I shook with fear. “We’re in Brazil. I didn’t
take you to Adae—”

His hand wrapped around my throat, stopping
me from saying another word.

The phone’s ringing ended.

“You think because you didn’t put me in a
cell that we’re buddies?” he hissed and looked around the room. His
gaze stopped at the wheelchair by the door. “That’s how you moved
me around?”

I nodded, curled my free hands into fists,
and slammed him in the chest with a left and then a right.

He grunted and let go of me, stumbling back a
few steps. A vase crushed under his feet.

I spotted my needle bag behind the couch and
dove to the other side of the room. He caught my left ankle with
his hand and threw me on the sofa.

I shrieked, falling into cushions. Pillows
rose and fell around me.

He leaped over the side, got on the couch
before I could escape, and hovered over me. His eyes pierced
mine.

Holy shit.
Pure horror rushed inside
me. I breathed in and out at a rapid rate, my breasts rising to
meet the vibrating wall of muscle on his chest.

“Explain,” he growled.

“You had me ready to have sex with you and I
didn’t want to go there, so I put you to sleep, but the deal is
still on. We’re—”

“No, little elf. The deal is off.” He leaned
down until the tips of our noses touched, filling the space with
his earthy mixture of pine and juniper. “And letting you live is
debatable. Those were strong punches you gave me just now. Are you
enjoying the effects of my blood?”

“Yes,” I whispered with shame. “Blaze, I
haven’t harmed you. I brought you safely here. There is no reason
to kill me.”

“Why didn’t you turn me in? I’m worth a
lot.”

“I’ve heard the stories. I know you escaped
four times and killed two powerful sorcerers.” I closed my eyes,
hoping I hadn’t angered him further by my confession. “The chances
of you escaping and trying to kill me were too high.”

The couch’s pillows moved under me. I opened
my eyes and saw that he was on the other side of the room.

His hands explored his body, groping the
outfit—a pale blue linen shirt and khaki pants—that I’d put on him
before I wheeled him into the airport.

Disgust creased his face. A growl came from
his throat as his lips thinned into a frown.

“Khaki?” he hissed. “Do I look like a khaki
type of demon?”

The clothes exploded from his body. Bits of
tan fabric rained down to the plush white carpet. He stood in the
nude, bulging with muscle.

I gasped, trying not to focus on his dick as
it hung around his knee. I’d had a difficult time not playing with
it when I’d put the outfit on.

“Khaki? I’ve killed people for less,” Blaze
said as leather appeared, swirling up his golden sculpted body and
forming into pants.

“I didn’t know you had any clothing
preferences.” I sat up. “Blaze, I need your help.”

He stood in front of me for a few seconds.
His eyes traveled down my body, making me shift uncomfortably in my
yellow night shirt and then he turned around and headed for the
door.

“No! Blaze, I need you.” I jumped off the
couch and raced his way, almost bumping into him as he stopped in
front of the door. “I’m sorry. I’ll never bite you again. I just
didn’t want to be…vulnerable. You just appeared with a deal and
your fingers…I needed time to think.”

His back muscles flexed as he rolled his
shoulders and exhaled.

“What is Adae holding for the debt?” He
remained staring at the door.

“My daughter.” I swallowed the pain that was
rising in my chest and tried to make the image of Jade’s little
face disappear.

“How old?”

“Four.” I sighed. “Only two million dollars
of my husband’s debt remain.”

Blaze turned around. Chocolate eyes appeared
instead of silver. I counted that as a good sign. His lips formed
into a thin angry line. A rumbling sounded in his massive
chest.

Maybe not a good sign.

I stepped back. His blood had made me
stronger, but I was sure he could still kill me within seconds.
Maybe I made a mistake by stopping him from leaving.

Am I playing with fire?

Someone banged at the door and yelled through
it, “Mrs. Dupree is everything okay?”

I tried to calm myself down and said in a
shaky voice, “Everything is fine.”

“The guests below thought they heard
fighting,” he replied.

“They heard wrong. My husband and I were
sleeping in bed.”

Blaze scowled at me.

“Well,” the guy continued. “If you need
anything, maybe some—”

“We are fine!” Blaze roared. “Now leave,
human, before I feast on your soul.”

My mouth dropped open. I narrowed my eyes at
him. “Um, sorry…that was the television. I’ll turn it down.”

I heard nothing else, no response.

“Blaze, that was unnecessary,” I whispered.
“The hotel may call the police.”

“Why isn’t your husband taking care of the
debt?” Blaze leaned his head to the side. “Have you also put him to
sleep? Is he chained somewhere in a basement, wearing a corduroy
outfit?”

“He disappeared after the loan. Adae looked
for him for years and decided to take my daughter and get the money
from me.” I combed my fingers through my wig. “I won’t bite you.
You can feed from me all you want after we get her. I just want my
daughter back.”

“I don’t believe Adae didn’t find your
husband,” Blaze said. “The wizard’s resources are far reaching. He
always knows where I am. He just can’t catch me.”

“Adae never found him,” I insisted.

“It’s a sad story, but how do I know I can
trust you?’ He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his
chest. “You’re the first woman to put me in chains.”

“Test me.” I got up on the tip of my toes and
pressed my lips to his.

He snarled.

The couch and chairs rose to the ceiling.

I jumped back. “I’m not going to bite.”

The furniture slammed down to the ground.

Silence filled the air. He scowled at me. His
body was completely still.

Part of me knew I was facing defeat.

It was too late. I’d fucked it up. Shaking my
head, I exhaled and tried one more tactic.

Last chance, Carmen.

I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled
it off. The room’s chilly temperature nipped at my exposed nipples.
I balled the shirt up and threw it at him.

He didn’t move as it hit his broad shoulder
and fell down to the floor. The whole time his eyes remained on
mine. “You think those are the first pair of tits I’ve seen?”

His eyes traveled down to my breasts, making
my nipples hard. “I’m two hundred years old. I’ve licked, sucked,
and fucked thousands of them.”

“Then you can add mine to the list,” I
muttered.

Within seconds, he closed the distance
between us, catching me by surprise. Only a few inches remained. I
forced myself to breathe, to not retreat in fear as he towered over
me. Rage radiated from his skin and heated mine.

I swallowed down my panicked thoughts, moved
forward, and pressed my naked body into his.

An electric spark hit me as soon as my
nipples touched his chest. “Taste me or let me taste you. I bought
caps to cover my fangs.”

Another growl came from his throat.

“Just give me five minutes. Stay here.” I
crossed my fingers, headed to the bedroom, and searched through my
bag, flinging my things onto my bed.

My nerves flared with anxiety. I couldn’t
hear anything from the other room.

He probably already left.

I quickly moved my hands around my bag’s
lining. The tiny velvet box tickled my fingertips.

Yes.

I seized it.

Blaze appeared behind me, pressing his body
into mine and drowning me in his earthy scent.

The gold caps fit on my fangs with ease. I
let my tongue glide over their flat surface as Blaze turned me
around and snatched my wig off, flinging it across the room.

“I told you to stay in the other room,” I
said as he leaned down to me, pressing his soft lips onto mine.
Heat swirled between my legs.

His tongue entered my mouth filling it with a
spice that reminded me of the Middle East. His hands cupped my ass,
squeezing and making me moan.

I put my hands up to his shoulders, sucking
and wanting to feel his spicy tongue inside me.

“I like the caps.” He lifted me up, carried
me to a corner in the room, and held me against the wall.

“Have you forgiven me?”

“Maybe.”

“Do we have a deal?” I wrapped my legs around
his waist.

“Maybe.” He nipped at my bottom lip and
sucked on it. His satin skin rubbed against me as he buried his
face into my curls and inhaled. “You’re so intoxicating. You’ll be
the death of me.”

“I won’t violate your trust again.” I brushed
my fingers through his charcoal curls. “I’m so sorry about biting
you.”

“Fuck the fact that you bit me.” He kissed my
neck. “I’m more concerned about the khaki.”

He devoured my mouth with an intensity that I
had never experienced with any man.

Indulging in the smooth texture of those
spicy lips, I moaned. As if answering my pleasure, he pressed into
me and I reveled in his hard body between my legs.

“Blaze.” I restrained myself from rubbing my
pussy over his muscles, but I had to have him inside me. Finally, I
could let go, be free, and let someone touch me if only for a few
minutes. My hands went to his leather pants, struggling with the
top button.

He moved my hands away. Heavy lids drooped
over his chocolate eyes.

“The deal was I taste you.” He lifted me high
up in the air.

My head touched the ceiling. I shrieked,
putting my hands up to balance me as he held my entire body in his
hands and placed each of my legs over his shoulders.

I gazed down at his open mouth inches from my
panties. The area in front of him moistened. I ached to have him
touch me between my legs and kiss my tender folds with those soft
lips.

He gently sucked on the inner area of my
thighs and then lightly bit into my flesh, leaving a trace of pain
mixed with pleasure.

I clenched my teeth, unable to contain myself
any longer. My body stiffened as his lips teased the skin closest
to my panties’ edge.

A tiny bit of doubt hung between me and my
enjoyment.

Will he really help me?

“Relax and lean back on the wall.” He brushed
his lips against my sheer black panties. “Can I taste you, sweet
elf?”

I paused for a few seconds, not really sure
of the right thing to do, but my hunger pushed me forward.

“Please,” I said in a low voice that even I
could barely hear.

He massaged my throbbing bud through the
sheer fabric, tormenting me.

“Blaze.” I stretched my arms out and placed
my hands on the wall and rocked into his face.

“May God be damned for putting you on this
Earth and not bringing you straight to me.” He caught the fabric
between his teeth and tore it apart, ripping an opening and
inhaling me. “Fuck. I may never stop.”

His wet tongue slipped between my aching
folds before I could respond.
Oh, God!

My head fell back as his entire hot wet mouth
enveloped my clit, greedily gorging on my pussy as if he was at a
feast.

I screamed in pleasure.

His hands went to my ass, pulling me closer
into his mouth until there was no way for me to move without
feeling the heated velvet of his tongue. It dripped of me and I
heard him groan and lick. His mouth journeyed all over my pussy,
leaving his signature of smoldering lust everywhere he tasted.

Damn you, Blaze, to hell.

There would be no other after him.

“Don’t stop!” I flung my hands to the back of
his head, gripping his silky hair. My curls lifted in the air,
riding the vapors of demon magic and twirling around us. The
curtains on all the windows dropped to the floor.

He pushed his long wet tongue into me,
thrusting in and out with long succulent strokes. The wall vibrated
against my moist back. His hand went to my clit, teasing it with
light feather touches and then lightly tugging it between his
fingertips.

I rocked into him. My worries and stress
collapsed into nothingness. Only his tongue existed as he savored
me. Pleasure rose inside my core until the point of explosion.

“Blaze!” I screamed, not caring if the whole
hotel heard me.

I came.

The orgasm surged like an electric current
through my body.

A low rumble came from his chest. He greedily
licked my wet walls, shoving me further along the edge of
insanity.

“Blaze,” I whispered, feeling a tugging
sensation within my inner core.

He was draining me, feeding off of my
arousal, making me tired, and drowsy.

I struggled to keep my eyes open as I swayed
back and forth, until darkness drowned out my view.

The salt of the sea landed on my tongue as we
walked into the boatyard. I knew the Boto brothers had several
yachts here. Carmen strolled alongside me. The wind blew through
her ginger curls, lifting them up in the air for a few seconds. I’d
destroyed the brunette wig while she was sleeping.

There’ll be no more of that raggedy
thing.

Moonlight shined on her creamy skin. The
desire to run my fingers across her flesh pulsed within me. I
needed to explore the parts of her body I hadn’t yet tasted.