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Story: Accidentally Vacationed with an Incubus (Briar Coven #2)
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...
Wrong.
The air felt suffocating. A sharp, panicked squeeze wrapped around my chest, my pulse pounding like a drum against my throat.
“ Meat Loaf! ”
Devlin’s brows knitted, confusion flashing across his face. But he didn’t hesitate. He immediately pushed himself back, retreating into a sitting position, giving me space.
The moment his weight lifted, the constricting grip on my chest loosened, air finally returning to my lungs. His eyes searched mine, soft with concern, all traces of Kieran vanishing in an instant. “Jen? Did I do something wrong?”
I felt the verbal vomit bubbling to the surface, and before I could stop myself, I was babbling.
“No, Devlin, you were absolutely perfect as Kieran. So perfect. Really, super convincing. Just—” I sucked in a breath, trying to gather my spiraling thoughts.
“And I know I asked you to do it, so this is completely on me. But I just... I want my— our first time—” I barely caught myself, heat flushing in my cheeks.
“—of being physical to be, y’know... ours.
Just us.” I forced a laugh, rubbing my palms against my thighs as my words tripped over themselves.
“And I should’ve said something sooner, I know that, but with the date going so well, I wasn’t really thinking, and—”
Devlin’s lips pressed against mine. Soft. Warm. Unbelievably gentle.
I barely had time to react before he pulled back, giving me space—giving me the chance to Meat Loaf his advances if I wanted to. I just stared at him, breath coming heavy, my entire body humming with the phantom imprint of his mouth on mine.
I threw my arms around Devlin’s neck, crashing my lips against his. He met me with equal hunger, his grip firm against my back as he guided me down, his body solid as he pressed into me.
Our mouths parted just long enough for him to flick his tongue against my top lip—a teasing, wicked promise that sent a sharp pulse straight to my core—before his mouth claimed mine again, tongues tangling in a slow, intoxicating dance.
My second-ever kiss was in-fucking-credible .
Devlin settled between my legs, and I felt his thick, rigid length grinding against my entrance with enough pressure to destroy me even through the material of his pants. My breath stuttered, a desperate whimper escaping my throat as my fingers itched to reach between us and unbuckle his belt.
His hips rolled against me, seeking friction, demanding it, the restrained groan vibrating from his chest making my entire body clench in anticipation.
And then he broke the kiss.
A strangled noise of protest formed on my lips, dying the instant I opened my eyes and saw him.
The way his pupils swallowed the amber warmth of his irises. The way his breath shook as he fought for control. The devastating way his gaze traced my body, like he was memorizing the moment before his world changed.
His voice, thick with longing, cracked as he slipped a finger beneath the neckline of my dress. “How much do you like this?”
“Hate it,” I barely managed to squeak.
The corner of his lips twitched, his grin turning sinfully malevolent as shadows pooled down his forearm. A cool touch ghosted over my skin as a single, razor-sharp obsidian talon curled against the fabric.
With one slow, deliberate motion, the sound of shredding filled the air.
My dress and panties fell away, pooling around me in tattered remnants, leaving me bare beneath Devlin’s heated gaze. The cool night air kissed my exposed skin, sending a shiver racing through me as my nipples tightened into aching peaks.
Devlin’s fingers, human again, trailed down my neck until he reached my ribs, his touch featherlight.
His lips followed in a slow, torturous path along my jaw and down my throat.
He lingered at my collarbone, his tongue pressing into the delicate dip with the same deliberate reverence as if he were parting my folds.
A fresh wave of need clenched deep in my core, my thighs instinctively pressing together in search of relief.
But Devlin had other plans.
His mouth descended, tracing along the swell of my breast, his fingers skimming over my skin before curving firmly around the weight of me.
His hand guided my nipple into his waiting mouth, soft lips wrapping around the sensitive bud as he sucked, his tongue flicking in slow, hard strokes.
Heat flooded through me, a foreign, almost overwhelming pleasure that had my back arching.
His free hand found my other nipple, fingers pinching just enough to send a sharp pulse of sensation straight to my clit before rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers.
And then he groaned. The low, reverberating sound radiated through my body, igniting something deep inside.
Pleasure crashed through me—unexpected, unbidden—my pussy clenching hard around nothing, my thighs trembling as my release ripped through me in a raw, shuddering wave.
I whimpered, my hips jerking helplessly beneath the weight of Devlin’s body as his mouth worked me through every last spark, sucking, flicking, devouring my pleasure as if he owned it.
By the time the last aftershocks faded, I was wrecked, my limbs limp beneath him, my breath still coming in ragged little gasps.
Shame was the only thing that roused me. I couldn’t believe he made me come from just fondling my boobs. A hot flush radiated through my body as I raised my head and threw a cautionary glance at Devlin.
Devlin—his mouth still latched onto my breast, lips curling in unmistakable pride—met my gaze with a look that said I’m nowhere near done with you.
And just like that, my anxiety melted away.
With one last slow, teasing suck, he released my nipple with a soft, wet plop .
He trailed hot kisses down my ribcage, his tongue tracing the curved lines of my body like he was learning me.
When he reached the swell of my stomach, his teeth grazed gently over the little mound just below my navel.
A low groan rumbled from his chest, but it was drowned out by the loud snarl of his stomach.
My eyes fluttered open. “Devlin,” I murmured, surprised at the sultry edge to my own voice.
“Mm-hmm?” His lips quivered against me as he pressed them into the soft thatch of hair. His hands shifted, one sliding beneath my thigh, lifting my leg with ease and hooking it over his shoulder, spreading me open to him like his own personal feast.
If I didn’t say it now, I wouldn’t be able to—not once his tongue was on me, not once he had me unraveling beneath him again. “I want you to feed from me,” I blurted out.
That got his attention. His gaze snapped up to meet mine, desire thick in his bourbon eyes, but beneath it, a flicker of something else. Caution.
His voice, low and careful, rumbled against my skin. “I’d be breaking rule number one.”
To hell with the rules!
I wanted him to know how badly my body craved him. Not as some incubus demon fulfilling a bargain. Not one living out someone else’s fantasy. Not one taking what he needed to survive.
I wanted Devlin.
“We’ve changed everything else about our bargain. Why not this?”
His stomach let out another feral growl. “Are you sure?” His voice was rough, thick with restraint—his own body warring against him, as if begging him to take what was being offered and to not ask questions.
I nodded—perhaps a little too eagerly. “Yes,” I whispered.
I felt the exact moment Devlin let his senses flood back to him. His entire body stiffened, his muscles locking in place. His fingers dug deeper into my thighs, before he abruptly pulled away, splaying his hands wide on the blanket either side of my waist.
Shadows pooled around him, writhing and curling like a living entity. His horns emerged from beneath his tousled hair, thick and ridged, curling backward. His tail lashed through the air, slicing so violently that the breeze stirred across my bare skin, raising goosebumps in its wake.
The sound of tearing fabric split the air, and I gasped, realizing that his shadow talons had punched through the blanket beneath us, anchoring him in place, his hunger so visceral he had literally rooted himself to the spot.
Devlin exhaled slowly, his breath cascading over me like a warm ember. And then his tongue was on me.
The first stroke was gloriously slow, a deliberate, lingering drag through my folds, as if he were savoring the moment. The soft, wet heat of his tongue pressed into my entrance, before he flattened it against my aching clit, dragging over the pulsing nerves with just the right amount of friction.
My back arched, a strangled gasp slipping from my lips, but before I could fully process the pleasure, the tip of his tongue flicked hard, causing my desire to pool between my legs. Devlin’s tongue buried into my folds, lapping at my arousal as if he could get drunk from it.
And then, suddenly, he was gone.
My eyes flew open, and I found him still, his face hovering between my legs.
His entire body quivered, his hands fisting into the shredded blanket as he fought to keep himself grounded. His throat bobbed with a slow, deliberate swallow, his pulse thrumming against my calf as he savored my taste. His eyes were almost black with hunger when they finally met mine.
“Fuck, Jen,” he ground out, his voice wrecked, thick with raw, unfiltered need.
His jaw clenched and his brows furrowed as if he were battling with himself—to take it slow, to control the incubus instincts raging inside him.
I saw the moment his incubus won.
With a deep, feral groan, he buried his face between my legs again, his mouth devouring me with a hunger so desperate, so relentless, it shattered every thought from my mind. He dipped, flicked, licked, sucked—a rhythm so perfectly sinful that a second orgasm coiled in my core.
“You have no idea how good you taste,” Devlin murmured against my pussy.
His tongue was on me again, lapping at the fresh wave of desire that he called from me.
The tip of his tongue pressed inside me, pulsing with slow, deliberate intent, mimicking the rhythm of a thrust so perfectly my toes curled, my thighs trembling around his head.
Then his lips sealed around my clit, sucking with a slow, aching pull that had my breath stuttering.
He teased, sucking, releasing, flicking, bringing me right to the edge but not quite allowing me to fall, as if he were determined to savor me as if I was his last supper
“Come with me,” he pleaded, his voice a husky whisper against my skin as he dragged his mouth back to my aching clit.
My fingers tangled in his hair, before instinct took over and I grabbed his horns, my fists squeezing around the ridged length of them, holding him in place. “Devlin!” I cried out
Pleasure exploded, my second orgasm crashing into me with the force of a tidal wave. Devlin’s tongue matched every pulse, perfectly tuned to my pleasure, his groans harmonizing with my moans as I came so hard stars exploded behind my closed eyelids.
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