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Then he groaned, head dropping back, and thick ropes shot across his stomach, his thighs, the sheets in a hot mess. My breath caught, pussy fluttering weakly like it wanted him inside me again. When his chest finally stilled, his hand dragged lazily over his spent cock, smearing the mess across his skin. His eyes cut to me, sharp and wicked. “You… what the hell are you?” My voice was a hoarse whisper, shaking as hard as my legs. He smirked, wiping his cum across his thigh with no shame. “Incubus,” he said simply, like it was obvious. “And now you know why you’ll be back.”

And for the first time in my life, I realized that I was… Whole. “Our mates are here,” a feminine voice, both young and ageless all at once, whispered in my mind. It reverberated through my skull like a bell, and yet it soothed me unlike anything before. “There are four total, but three are here tonight…” Before I could react, three familiar voices rang out all at once. “Mate!”

"Don't have to keep you company? Or don't have to help you?" His fingers tilted my chin up. "Selene, the state you're in right now — you really think you can handle this alone?" My breathing shattered. His scent came crashing down, the one my instincts couldn't resist. "I..." He lowered his head, nose to nose with me. His voice was pure temptation. "Yes or no?" I stared into his eyes, inches away. My reflection stared back from those slit pupils — dark, consuming. Yes. Every incubus instinct was screaming.

Every time things heated up to the edge of losing control, he started pushing me away. "Master, time's up. For your safety, cleaning mode will now activate." Three hours together used to be normal, and he cut it down to a flat ten minutes. Stewing in it, I scrolled through other buyers' posts. [Amazing! My incubus baby in a butler outfit is impossibly hot. Three hours minimum, every single time, and I'm always satisfied.] [My incubus baby is boyfriend goals. He hand-washed all my underwear when I was on my period. I could cry.]

I lowered my head and kissed him—hard. … From a tentative taste to a deep kiss… Austin visibly came back to life. His pale complexion flushed with warmth. His eyes burned with a feral hunger, heavy with unspoken want. Dark, scale-like patterns bloomed across his heated skin. For the first time, the sleek, satanic horns of a top-tier incubus appeared at his temples. His heart-tipped tail slipped boldly beneath my skirt, teasing and shameless. So the rumors were true—human intimacy really was the finest nourishment for an incubus.

Since the Incubi are a lot less in numbers than the humans, there is sufficient feed available for every one of us. Attachments would lead to commitments. Commitment between an Incubus and a human would always result in heartbreak. Because there was only so many times that an Incubi could feed from a human without draining so much of their life force that they become prone to major illnesses. Humans needed faithfulness to validate a relationship, physical relationship was only limited to one partner at a time, but Incubi did not live according to that rule.

As I laid there waiting for sleep to take me. I was startled as my eyes drifted they landed on a human shaped shadow again by the bathroom door. I tried to roll. Nothing happened. Scared now, I tried to reach my phone. My arms wouldn’t move. My breathing was getting rapid. The only thing that would move is my eyes. Why can’t I move? From the corner of my eye, I saw it. The shadow moved from the doorframe towards me. It was an ambiguous huge male human shape with a hat on its head. Once it reached the bed, it stopped. Less than a foot from me and I couldn’t make out any details. My heart was racing, and my breathing was ragged. Male knuckles traced my jaw from my ear to my chin. The touch w

After work, I quietly asked my female coworker, Lydia Simpson, "What do you do when your incubus refuses to eat?" "How is that possible?" Lydia looked surprised. "Succubi and incubi get weak if they don't feed. My incubus needs to be fed three times a week. My best friend's is even more demanding. Four or five times a week isn't enough for hers!" "They feed that much?" I thought of Raven's cold, distant features. He did not look weak in the slightest.

I gasped, looking at the black script inked above the illumination: “INCUBUS: A Fowl Daemon that preys on Mortal wymen. Through sexual congress, it feeds off Mortal souls.” My eyes grew wide as saucers. “Incubus?” I said, the strange word rolling off my tongue. Wasn't that a band? Disgust roiled in my stomach. My finger traced the text, searching. “CONTRACT WYTH INCUBI: Should a Mortal woman desyre sexual power over men, she may bind herself to an Incubus. This, however, is duly advysed against, being altogether foolysh. A Mark is placed upon her, and the Incubus partially feeds off the sexual enyrgies derived from congress. But that is not the onlie thing he feeds off of. The Mort

Wyatt heaved a breath, his legs pulling him to standing. The built incubus was terrifying to look at. I thought vampires were disturbing when I first met them, but he was on another level. I couldn’t imagine what the other demons of the Underworld looked like, but I wasn’t in a hurry to find out. “Ir’ak,” he muttered. “I’m 2,400 years old. An incubus with an ability to wield the black magic within the confines of the Underworld,” he growled. “And the anger I feel. That I can’t keep you is stifling.” Smoke fell from his body, bouncing across the floor. My heart raced, hand gripping the wall behind me.