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Devlin hesitated, gnawing his bottom lip, clearly debating how much to say. Finally, he settled on, “Not every sex demon enjoys having sex. For some, it’s just a means of survival.”

That sobered me real quick. Because I knew—without him saying it outright—that he was one of those demons.

He didn’t enjoy sex. He would rather have a limp pasta dick than pasta fingers. He was on vacation—not to indulge, not to feed, but to take a break from being an incubus demon. He wanted to make an emotional connection rather than just fuck someone.

Devlin doesn’t enjoy sex.

And here I was, about to force him into going down on me after this fake date, when all he really wanted was to meet someone who didn’t immediately sexualize him. Guilt curled tight in my stomach, shame whispering through my veins.

Quietly, I asked, “What about you, Devlin?”

He let out a long breath, his voice careful as he said, “I want to enjoy sex. And I think I can only do that with someone who sees me for me. Someone who likes me as a person—not just as an incubus.”

I like you,I wanted to say.

More than like,a quiet, insistent voice murmured from the depths of my mind.

But before I could gather the courage to speak—to fumble through what would inevitably be acomplete disasterof a confession—Devlin continued, “And I intend to stick to the promise I made to myself—to only do what I’m comfortable with, with someone I’m comfortable with.”

My heart braced itself for the drop, for the quiet rejection I was sure would come next.

“That’syou, Jen.”

Heat bloomed in my chest, spreading like wildfire through my limbs and pooling hot in my cheeks.

Devlin’s lips curled into a wickedly seductive smile. He leaned in, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. My heart pounded so hard, my ribs struggled to contain it. His voicewas pure sin, dripping with every ounce of incubus charm he possessed as he murmured, “Then I have just one question for you, little witch.”

I swallowed hard. “Anything,” I breathed, surprised to hear my own voice match his allure. “Ask meanything,Devlin.”

He paused, letting the silence simmer.Each pulse of blood in my veins heated my core, until I was convinced I might actuallycombustbefore he even got the words out.

Finally, his chest vibrating with barely contained laughter, he asked, “Would you rather have a unicorn’s horn on your forehead... or its tail on your ass?”

I glowered at him, smacking his arm gently. “Definitely the horn, so I could disembowel you for ruining the moment.”

Devlin threw his head back and laughed, full-bodied and unapologetic.

I tried—reallytried—to maintain my glare, but my lips betrayed me, twitching at the corners until I was grinning like an idiot. Within seconds, I was giggling right alongside him.

“Best date I’ve ever been on,” Devlin said once his laughter finally died down.

“It’s theonlydate you’ve ever been on.”

He shrugged. “Still the best.”

The teasing air between us lingered—until he inhaled deeply, his expression shifting. His gaze locked onto mine, dark and intent. His voice, when he spoke, was a low, delicious rumble, thick with promise. “I think it’s my turn to hold up my end of the bargain.”

Chapter 18. Jen

You’re Mina. Mina, who is strong and seductive. Mina, who stares down an alpha wolf, daring him to play her game—to kiss her, to keep going, to prove that his restraint is nothing but a lie.

Not twenty-seven-year-old virgin Jen, about to experience oral sex for the first time, torn between the urge to cry in relief or giggle uncontrollably from sheer inexperience.

Devlin held my gaze, his eyes flickering with something warm, something reassuring,before his expression shifted. And just like that, Kieran was there. The teasing warmth Devlin always carried was gone, replaced by the gruff, brooding intensity of my fictional alpha. His jaw tightened and his brows furrowed.

I barely had time to process the shift before his knees pressed between my legs, his body looming over mine. His heat caged me in, a strong arm bracing on either side of my head, forcing me to sink back against the blanket.

I stared up into his darkened, lust-fogged eyes, his lips curling back in a silent snarl—an almost perfect imitation of Kieran. It felt...