“Would you open the door for me?” I requested Desmond standing outside my bedroom. He had already helped me check on my family. As they were sleeping soundly, I did not bother to wake them. Also, with Desmond around, I didn’t need to.“Sure.” Desmond opened the door like it was nothing and went inside. He had seen the terrifying demon as well. Why wasn’t he scared? Were sex spirits incapable of feeling fear?“It’s safe to come inside,” He assured me.With some feelings of uncertainty, I crossed the threshold. The image of the shuddersome shadow towering over me and the life-threatening chase would haunt me till my funeral. I made it to my bed and buried myself under the covers.“Do you want me to blow the candle?” Desmond asked.“No, please leave it be.” I had lit the candle for him. Did Desmond hear my call? Or was he saving me moments before death a coincidence? On my right, the mattress sank, and I felt his weight as he climbed on the bed.The hypnotic urge to taste him the first t
Lips smacking, tongue sucking, and moans of arousal. The kitchen of my parents’ house, where only innocent memories had lived before, seemed like the sexiest place on earth with Desmond.His powerful hands picked me up by my waist and put me on the counter, knocking down some things in the action. With his velvet mouth on my mouth and his hands around my body, I couldn’t care less about a mess.My fingers dug into the back of his neck. His ability to light my mouth on fire hit differently each time. I would devour that wet pleasure bomb of a tongue of his, for real, if I could. “Open your mouth a bit more. Let me see that tongue of yours,” He said to me.My tongue obeyed him like he was its master of pleasure. As soon as it was out, he attacked it like his prey and sucked hard on it. Maybe he heard my mind because that was exactly what I wanted to do to him. I had my chance when he paused, and I seized his tongue inside his mouth, forcing it to come out of its shelter with unforgiv
Half asleep, I rolled to my left to cuddle with my incubus. Instead of his ripped, warm body, my hands landed on the cold sheets. My fingers searched for him around my bed but couldn’t find him.“Desmond,” I called for him in my morning woolly voice.Still, no response came.Once I opened my eyes, I found the space next to me empty and unwrinkled. There wasn't a trace of anyone having laid on the sheet. “Where did he go?” I yawned and covered my gaping mouth.The needles on the clock gave me a reality check. It was noon. I had slept all morning! My silly self was expecting an early morning hour.“Oh no, Mom!” What kind of daughter was I who had left her fresh out of a coma mother to care for herself?!After putting on a long, baggy tee shirt, I rushed downstairs without touching anything else.It was hard to believe what I saw downstairs. Mom was cooking in the kitchen all alone.“What are you doing, Mom?” I snatched the spoon from her hands. “I know I am a terrible daughter for slee
Fear and dread are small words to describe my emotions. A lump of painful anxiety was stuck in my throat. Eventually, my tightened chest muscles would give out, bearing one astonishing news after the other.My stomach turned. I am not sure which of the following disturbed me the most:I shared a few nights of passion with an imposter, possibly a demon.Or, the man who had protected me and I had begun to grow fond of was a malignant spirit.“Cass, are you okay?” Becky touched my arm.“Yes, of course,” I lied through my teeth. “What were you saying about your great aunt, Elaine?”“Madame Meredith Long is one of the oldest white witches alive. She is the only one I know capable of detecting an imposter correctly. If Desmond is an incubus with some special ability, then she is the only one who can confirm,” Elaine answered.“Is she still practicing at eighty? She must not be able to travel a lot, so when can we leave to meet her? Or perhaps we can call her?”Elaine pursed her lips. “She l
“Ouch!” Desmond wiped his face with a sleeve. The holy water was all over his face and shirt. While my aim had not failed me in that chaotic situation, it was a disappointment at carnivals and bowling. “Aha! It hurts, doesn’t it?” I pointed my finger at him. “Yes, Cassidy, it hurts.” Desmond’s tone was a bit aggressive. Swallowing my saliva, I carefully slid back in my seat until my back hit the door. My fingers gripped the car door handle, preparing myself to flee if things got out of hand after my next question. “Desmond, holy water only burns malignant spirits. Then how come you are affected by it?” Desmond’s pupils fixed on me. Under the sunlight, his iris’ looked almost golden. However, that time, instead of hypnotic seduction, they were burning with anger for me. That was my cue to execute my escape plan. I pulled on the car door to get the heck out of there, but it wouldn’t open. No matter how many times I tried, it wouldn’t budge. “Why are you doing this to me?” My voice
To be sure, I unrolled the scroll to check its contents. It was the real deal.Becky stopped the car. “Cass, have you been pranking me, or did our little begging session work?”“It wasn’t in my purse before. Desmond must have put it in here,” I replied. The scroll felt unreal in my hands. Why would he give it back if he were guilty of being an imposter? There was more mystery surrounding Desmond than my aunt. At least I knew she was evil, whereas my incubus’ motives remained unclear. He was like a puzzle that I was working on solving by putting together each new piece I found. Only the complete picture could tell what he was. Madame Meredith Long was my only hope to speed up the process. I rolled the contract and put it in my purse, hoping it wouldn’t magically disappear.“My idea was foolproof. I am not surprised it worked,” said Becky.“Why would he steal it and put it back? Someone afraid of having their secret out would never do that.” I said.“Maybe he wants you to find out, o
Oh no, I had brutally insulted Madame Meredith Long within ten seconds of our first meeting.“Cassidy. What are you saying?” Elaine rebuked me. “Pardon her language, Madame Long. She is unfamiliar with the rich culture of our people. Your markings are a symbol of power. She must have mistaken it for evil.”“Yes. Madame. Forgive me for my ignorance. Your markings are a work of art. They are exquisite. The blood and other related stuff drove my mind off the edge, not you,” I said.To my defense, her eyes lacked iris’ and pupils a minute ago. The hunchback might be a birth defect, but her cultural markings resembled the insane body modifications one would see on social media. What regular person wouldn’t be scared when a witch presented herself in such a way?Madame chortled. “These weaklings, or humans, whatever you modern witches call them nowadays, never fail to entertain me.”“Uh, I didn’t know you find her comment amusing,” said Elaine.“I pulled a trick on her by making my eyes all
I was panic-stricken by the sharp points of the two daggers so close to me. It was a miracle their shiny, reflective metal was in the air and not inside me. One was aimed right at my face. I could have lost an eye if the attack hadn't halted midair. The gravity-defying weapons dropped to the ground before my eyes. Had that deranged hag come to her senses? Or was it Desmond who had saved me from irreversible damage?Madame Long’s hysterical laughter filled the room. “It has entered the hut. Quickly guard the door. No one must come inside while I force it into the fire.”The door was triple-bolted, and her men stood before it with military-like posture."Did you just try to kill me? One of your daggers could have taken out my eye!" I tried to slip my hands out of the shackles, but it only caused more pain. “Little duckling. It was all part of my controlled plan. Due to your bravery in taking daggers at yourself, he has made the mistake of entering the hut out of emotion.” Her face glea