Cursed by Fate, Bound by Mates
He raised his hands, quickly cutting me off, “Okay, that’s where things got complicated. You see, I’m quite special.”
“You’re a hybrid. There are thousands of you.” I pointed out, putting down the fork, and proceeded to eat and pour my frustrations into something else. “Perverted demon.”
I should have figured out what he was doing. Incubi are rare kinds of demons, from what I know, but he’s definitely a combination of hungry and greedy creatures.
“Yes, but normal hybrids, especially in our faction, could feed off either of their blood mix. In my case, I should be able to survive either by consuming blood or the sexual energy of my prey. Except none of those sates me.”
Bab Populer