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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“ E den? Eden, can you look at me?”

Daion’s voice, warm and filled with concern, sets me at ease. I breathe in his scent and smile to myself. Completely relaxed, I try to snuggle deeper into it, but it slips away from me. I frown, about to protest when gentle fingers caress my cheek, and the foreignness of the touch nudges me closer to full awareness.

“What’s wrong?” I groan, reluctantly blinking my heavy eyes open.

“Your vitav. It dropped so low it knocked you out, so I gave you a potion we typically save for extremely dire circumstances. It boosted it just enough to wake you.”

“Wait, you’ve had something that can help with my vitav this whole time?” I’m more confused than angry with my question, as surely there’s a reason for him not mentioning it until now.

“It’s dangerous to use more than once. Well, it is within a short period of time, anyway. It doesn’t last for very long either. You’ve only got about an hour before your levels drop again, Eden.” Daion’s looking at me like I’m a breath away from death or worse, and the raw concern on his face makes his words sink in.

“Ash?” I whisper desperately, despite expecting a negative answer. He’s my last hope. And this baby's last one too…

Daion shakes his head, taking a deep breath and gripping my hand in both of his. “You need vitav. You’re lucky your baby didn’t take matters into its own hands and make you drain that entire coffee shop dry.”

His words are sobering and terrifying all at once. Honestly, the implications are more than a little horrific, and it's definitely not a line of thought I want to pursue. Still, I need to know the true level of risk I’m at, and what dangers I’m putting the people around me in, too.

“Can it really do that?”

“It’s not a conscious decision, but if it comes down to both of you dying, it can trigger self-defence mechanisms. I’m not sure how it would look exactly in the child of an incubus, but I’ve heard how it went for a witch carrying a half-iracae.”

“What happened?”

“It made her use death magic. She’d never done anything like it before in her life, was barely conscious at the time, but somehow, it worked. It used the last of the energy inside of her to force the spell, without any incantation or intention, and spread it out across her home. Everyone in the building died. She didn’t even know she was pregnant.”

“Her family?” I question, my heart breaking for her despite the fact the witch likely lived at least a hundred years ago. I guess it just hits a little too close, given our shared experience of demonic pregnancy.

“Parents, siblings, and grandparents all lived together,” he confirms in a flat tone, but he takes a deep breath and seems to shake the tension off. “For you, it would likely manifest differently. I wouldn’t recommend finding out how. Pushing right to the limit the way you have causes a starvation mode where the reaction takes more than is actually needed in that moment. It’s a way of hoarding resources to prevent it from happening again.”

“Well, fuck.” I swallow thickly, looking away from his intense dark eyes.

“‘Well, fuck’ about sums it up,” he agrees dryly, then clears his throat. “I know this is a terrible moment for this conversation, but you need help now so it can’t wait for a better one. I know I offered already, but I’m offering myself again.”

“Dai—” I begin, but he continues on, cutting me off.

“Suvi said you might prefer Torrin for this. I can send him up if you’d rather have him here.” Daion releases my hand and sits back. He sounds less than pleased with that suggestion, in spite of the fact he’s the one who made it. “It would be safer for me to help you this time, considering your current starvation state, even with the temporary boost making it less dangerous. Though, I can always monitor Torrin’s levels from downstairs and come haul him out of the room if needed. It’s your choice.”

“Why would it—wait, don’t worry. It’s a stupid question seeing as it doesn’t matter. I’m not fucking someone because they don’t want to watch me die,” I grumble, sounding about as pathetic as I feel. “It’s not a fair choice for either of you. It’s basically unintentional coercion. I won’t do it.”

“Eden.” Daion drops to his knees beside the same couch he’d laid me on a few nights ago, forcing me to look into his eyes. “When I look at you, I see you. Your dark hair and stunning blue eyes. These curves that steal my breath every time you bend over in those tight-as-hell yoga pants. Fuck. I don’t know how you haven’t caught me staring during our training sessions.”

“Oh.” I know I should say something more than that. Sadly, my brain fails me, leaving me stupidly speechless. I turn away again to hide whatever insane expressions must be crossing my face as I process the information.

“What I’m saying, or at least what I’m trying to say, is keeping you alive would be a happy bonus. If I fuck you, nothing about it will feel like I pity you, because I don’t. Not at all.”

“You can’t know?—”

“Let me put this as bluntly as I can,” he cuts me off, fingers lightly resting under my chin to turn my head back to face him. “So there’s no more misunderstanding between us, I want you. I have since we met. You’re beautiful, and every minute we’ve spent together has only made me want you more. I promise you, it isn’t pity making my fingers itch to pull off your clothes. Sympathy doesn’t make a man react the way I do to you. I want to look into your eyes and see them flooded with pleasure as you come on my cock, screaming my name.”

I’m stunned into silence for so long that Daion nods, suddenly standing as he finds an answer in the quiet. One that I didn’t give.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have…I’ll just go find Torrin for you now.”

“Wait! No, I—I don’t want Torrin. I mean, he’s hot and funny. He also shares his pies, but…” Goddess, why am I rambling nonsense at a time like this?

“But?” Daion turns and looks at me with so much hope in his eyes. My body reacts without a conscious thought, and this time there’s no mistaking what the tingling sensation is as it passes through me, electrifying the air. “Oh,” Daion sucks in a sharp breath, and I wince as my succubus-powered allure no doubt slams into him like a brick wall.

I move so I can stand, but Daion stops me.

“I’ll carry you,” he offers gently, sweetly, and I wonder where the dirty-talking demon hunter went. Doubt creeps in once again, and he must sense it because he shakes his head. “I can fuck you sweetly or treat you like you’re my bratty little slut. Either way, I’m desperate for you, Eden. I can say a lot of things with words, but…let me show you how badly I want you with my body. I promise you won’t doubt it then.”

“Okay,” I agree simply, mostly because it’s the only word I can get out while my mind is still replaying his words. Over both the offer of the type of sex and his assurance—his confidence—that he can simply fuck my doubts away. I want him to succeed, to free me from any chains of guilt while bringing me over the edge.

Daion leans in closer, and I slide my hands up slowly, appreciatively, over his shoulders before securing them around his neck, then he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist automatically, and the bulge there is unmistakable. My cheeks burn, no doubt blushing bright red, so I bury my face against his neck. It turns out all I need is one hit of his scent, though, and I’m ready to start grinding against the hardness pressing between my thighs.

He carries me into the hall and over to his bedroom door. It’s dark, but rather than turning the bright overhead light on, he uses his magic to add a soft glow to the corners of the room. The floating orbs of light he conjures are bobbing and swaying slightly in the areas they illuminate, as if they’re caught in an invisible current.

“Door,” I murmur before he can keep moving towards the bed when he moves in that direction.

He takes two steps back, and as he’s kicking the door shut, I catch a glimpse of a pissy-looking Rio walking by over his shoulder, just before it slams into the frame. Hopefully he keeps on walking and the closed door isn’t just an illusion of privacy, even if I find it hard to believe his timing was pure coincidence. Though, I’m not the least bit surprised that he wasn’t offering to save my life with the magical power of his cock…

“I need to make sure I’m not going to hurt you,” Daion says as he lays me onto the bed gently. When he pulls his shirt off, I don’t bother pretending not to stare at him.

Jeez, why is he so sexy?

Those toned arms? Pornographic.

He grins at me, but the look quickly turns almost shy, intense eyes staring at me through his unfairly long, dark lashes. “I’ve seen you looking, mostly when we were training, but I wasn’t sure if it was actually you or just your low vitav causing you to check my body out.”

“Oh, it was definitely me,” I confirm shamelessly, still staring as the hint of shyness dissipates once more.

“Good,” he replies while slowly curling his hands around my ankles, then he suddenly tugs me down to the edge of the bed with his hold on them. I lie there, frozen by the abruptness of the movement, and simply watch as he undoes the button, followed by the zipper on my jeans. He tugs them leisurely off my hips, trailing the removal of fabric with grazing fingertips and soft teasing lips. Once my legs are free, I lean up so he can pull my shirt off too.

“I only have an hour,” I remind him when he takes his sweet time in removing it.

“You’ll come long before we reach an hour.”

Okay then. I have nothing to say to that. The way he said it, the sheer confidence and surety, seems to promise far more than just one quick orgasm. It’s the assurance of someone who intends to make my legs shake as I see stars, repeatedly.

“Tell me when something feels good, or if it hurts,” he murmurs softly as he reaches behind me, undoing my bra with one dexterous hand. As he slides the straps off my shoulders and pulls it away, he pauses to take in the sight of my nearly bare body.

“Fuck, you’re stunning.” He sounds breathless, and before I can thank him, his hand is threading into my hair, pulling me up for a kiss.

Our lips meet, and for a second I don’t breathe. I can’t. Then he moans, the noise overriding my stunned state. It’s a deep, throaty sound that sends tingles through my entire body, causing me to open up to his kiss eagerly. He tastes minty, with a hint of flavour that’s uniquely Daion. My tongue meets his, and I groan. Something awakens inside of me, and every touch of his skin against mine suddenly leaves me trembling like the aftershocks of an orgasm.

I’m so incredibly turned on, I don’t even notice I’m raking my nails down his back until he moans again, pushing back into the sharp scratching. His mouth drops to my throat, peppering my overly sensitive skin with kisses as he makes his way down to my collarbone and then to my breasts.

When his tongue ever so gently brushes over my nipple, I gasp, arching into the feeling. Please. More. I practically beg him with my body to do it again, and blessedly he complies. The pleased moan I let out in response is loud enough to make me blush, if I wasn't already.

“Your sexy little sounds are going to make the other two jealous,” Daion teases, and my eyes go wide. I shove my hands into his silky black hair, using it to tug his face up so I can see his eyes.

“You think they’re listening!?”

“I would be,” he shrugs, and I snort, breaking into a little giggle at the mental image his answer sparks into my head.

“Naughty boy,” I tease him back, and he shrugs unrepentantly.

“I would be right outside of Torrin’s door burning with jealousy if you had chosen him instead. I’d be picturing it all, listening to every sound you made, wishing I was the one making you scream.”

“Fucking hell, did you take a course on sexy talk or something?” I try to laugh off the effect those words have on me, but it’s useless. I can feel how wet my thong is. That poor little strip of fabric is drenched through, the dampness spreading to the tops of my thighs as I shove them together, desperately craving some pressure down there.

“No, I’m just telling you exactly what I’ve been thinking since about day three of knowing you. Not very professional of me, but it’s the truth.”

I drop my hands as Dai moves down my body until he’s kneeling at the side of the bed, lifting up onto my elbows so I can see what he’s doing. He presses his lips to my thinly clothed centre and kisses me there, his eyes falling closed as he takes a deep breath. My cheeks burn impossibly hotter, but then he’s pulling my legs over the sexiest fucking shoulders I’ve ever seen, his tongue going straight to my clit.

The barrier of my panties instantly infuriates me, but then Daion tugs them to the side. Like he can’t wait the few seconds it would take to remove them to taste me. His tongue dips between my folds, and I fall back against the bed, toes curling.

“Oh, fuck…” I moan and gasp, my fingers finding their way back into his hair as he licks me like he can’t get enough of my taste. He stops, and I blink down at him, watching as he sucks two fingers between his lips and then slides them slowly inside me.

My jaw drops open as he meets my gaze. “Does this hurt?” he asks, and I shake my head, unable to speak. Especially because he’s curling his fingers now.

“You’re so wet, Eden. Fuck, you’re already gripping my fingers…do you need more, sweetheart?”

I nod, dizzy with pleasure, and fall back against the bed once more.

A third finger slips in, and Daion strokes them in and out slowly. The thumb of his other hand presses against my wet clit, and the friction is so fucking perfect that the pressure of an orgasm builds quickly.

“Daion. I’m so close.” I gasp, arching my back—and goddess bless him—he keeps going just like that. No speeding up or slowing down, or switching up the motions; he keeps steady as he works the pleasure to a peak. I slam my palms against the blankets of his bed, my back arching as the orgasm crests, exploding throughout my entire body. My toes curl, and I grip the blanket tightly as I moan and writhe under his touch.

As the orgasm travels through my body, without conscious thought or effort, my magic reaches out to Daion, tugging his energy into me. He comes willingly, his magical essence flowing like a powerful river breaking through a dam, finally beginning to fill the void that’s been growing inside of me. It’s like coming up from being underwater and taking in that initial big gasp of air. For the first time since Suvi gave me some of her vitav, I feel like I can breathe freely again.

“Fuck. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” As he pulls his fingers out, my legs are still trembling from the force of the orgasm, and my body is practically buzzing. I’m more energised than I’ve been since the day I realised I was pregnant. Despite that, I can tell I still need more.

Daion stands, but before he can do much more than that, I’m wiggling out of my thong and leaning over to tug his jeans off his hips. His cock springs free, and he chuckles at my obvious impatience. I don’t bother to hide that I’m in a hurry now, almost desperate to feel him inside of me.

“Damn. Is there anything about you that isn’t perfect?” I question as I yank him forward, pulling him onto the bed. He makes a surprised noise but doesn’t protest as I straddle him.

“Many things,” he mutters, looking up at me as I ignore his clearly incorrect answer and grip his shaft in my hand. His skin feels hot in my palm while I lift my hips and line us up. I’m mentally debating the merit of slamming down until he’s filling me fully, but his hands on my thighs stop me. “Eden, be careful.”

“I want you inside me,” I whine, feeling slightly out of control, and briefly wonder if maybe my hour of boosted vitav is up already, because I’m fucking dying for Daion right now. “Please, fuck me,” I beg, staring down into his dark eyes imploringly.

With a growl, he rolls us. I want to protest at the control he’s just taken from me. To tell him how I want to ride his cock until I’m climaxing on him, coming over and over again. My complaints are interrupted by the tip of his thick cock slipping between my folds.

“Oh, fuck…” I cling to Daion, my feet locking together behind his back, as my fingers twist themselves in his hair. I pull him down for another delicious kiss while he pushes into me so fucking slow, it’s practically torture. I try yanking him down with my legs, but he’s stronger than me, more than strong enough to resist the pressure. I taste myself on his lips and decide I’ll be more than happy to return the favour the next time we do this. The thought has me wondering if I’m slightly drunk on him, on his energy, but frankly at this point I truly don’t care. The needy desire coiling inside of me is making me demanding. “Fuck me hard. Daion, please.”

“I’ll fuck you until you come, and you’re strong enough to be fucked hard. You might be feeling a little better, but we should take it slow, or I’ll fuck you into a coma,” he growls.

“A little better? I feel great! And I don’t know, that sounds kind of hot if you ask me. Imagine having to tell Rio and Torrin you fucked me so good that I went into a coma?” My teasing is cut off as more of his cock slips inside me, my breath hitching. “I guess I see why you wanted to go slow. Where have you been hiding the anaconda?” I joke, but it turns into a moan as he shifts his hips, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of me as he thrusts in and out, still somehow not quite fully inside of me.

Yeah, I’m definitely a little drunk on Daion. It feels so different from Suvi sharing her vitav, and it’s more than just how we’re doing the transfer of energy. It’s like he’s significantly more powerful, and there’s something else…something slightly menacing, but as he fills me with another inch, I can’t remember what I was even thinking about.

“Your mouth will be the death of me,” he accuses.

“Well, I would love for my mouth to be your undoing, if you know what I mean.” I giggle breathlessly at my own playful taunt, but coherent thoughts are slowly becoming harder to grasp, so I focus on the feeling of the man on top of me. His skin on mine, weight pressing against my thighs, the longer strands of his dark hair brushing against my cheek. Goddess, how can a man look so strong, tough, and sexy, yet also oddly beautiful all at once? His face alone could inspire art, so it’s a shame that I hardly possess the ability to draw even stick figures.

“Fuck, Eden, you’re gripping me so hard.” Daion squeezes his eyes shut, grunting when I then use my legs to pull him down into me while he’s distracted. When he pushes the final inch inside of me, I can’t remember ever feeling so fucking good, or like a body so perfectly fit with mine.

“Come inside me, Daion. Come with me and put your baby inside me.” I’m mumbling absolute nonsense now, but whatever I said has the cock inside me twitching violently.

“Fucking hell, Eden…fuck.” Daion is panting, his thrusts slowed as he holds himself back. I bite down on his shoulder, letting him know I’m not done with him yet, and when he grunts, I flip us once more. I’m on top again, resting my palms on his chest so I can rock and grind my hips just the way I like.

“So hard and perfect inside me,” I whisper, my eyes falling closed as I enjoy the fullness. My magic reaches out once more, latching onto Daion. A brief moment of clarity reminds me I’m capable of fucking him to death, but one look at the man under me is all it takes to be reassured that he’s got plenty to give.

“Keep going, sweetheart. Take what you need from me. Take everything.” Daion’s looking at me like I hung the moon, like I’m brighter than any star, and I…I like it. It’s electrifying to know I can make this man feel that way. Along with being lethally hot, he might be one of the kindest guys I’ve ever known. He’s so thoughtful, and he’s been taking care of me since we met. The sudden urge to mark him as mine is overwhelming. It also makes no sense whatsoever, seeing as witches don’t mark their lovers.

My thrusts have slowed, so Daion grips my hips in his hands. My thoughts are then derailed by the sight of his biceps flexing as he fucks up into me. Goddess, those fucking arms…hell, his entire body looks like it was sculpted by an artist. A horny one.

“Fuck,” he practically breathes the word out like a prayer. “You’re so sexy, Eden. I want to stay buried inside you until I fucking die.”

My clit grinds against him perfectly with every thrust, the way he’s rolling his hips up into me infallibly finding it, and when I come, I scream out his name like a prayer. “Fuck. D-Daion!”

I’m not entirely aware of what happens next, but I see the way my skin lightly glows as my pussy pulses around his throbbing cock, and he comes inside me. I feel like I'm floating. My body tingles all over as the power zings around it and my spirit, leaving me both energised and exhausted.

I fall forward, my head resting against his chest as I catch my breath. “How are you still hard?” I wonder aloud, somewhat dazed.

“It probably has something to do with the handfuls of ass I’m gripping or the tight pussy that's still pulsing around my cock. Also, hard not to be hard with these pressing against me,” he accentuates his words by moving one of his hands away from my ass, up to cup one of my breasts and squeeze it.

“Men and titties,” I mumble, the deeper exhaustion seeming to win out over the fresh boost of energy.

Sleep is so close. I could take a little catnap, just close my eyes for five minutes…

I really fucking need to pee.

I don’t know what time it is when I wake up with a desperate urge to relieve myself, but Daion doesn’t so much stir as I flee the bed. Despite the pressure in my bladder, I hold on long enough to make sure the man is still alive. He’s breathing, which is good enough for me. He’s also butt naked and sprawled across the bed. I pause for another moment, unable to resist checking him out. The lusty little thing in my chest awakens at the sight, but I shove the little slut aside, mentally chastising myself.

Bathroom first. Priorities.

It doesn’t occur to me that I’m wandering around an occupied home completely fucking nude until I sit to pee and realise how exposed I feel. I curse myself for the brainless behaviour, but it’s too late to do anything about it now. All I can do is pee and then make a quick retreat back to Daion’s room, and more importantly—back to my clothes. Or, at the very least, a stolen shirt long enough to cover the important bits before I go searching for some water.

My thoughts briefly flicker to Ash’s dark red shirt. I snort at the bizarre notion that I’m starting a collection. When did I become a kleptomaniac with a penchant for hot men’s clothes? Oh well, I’m sure it’s fine if I return it. Eventually. Maybe. If we can ever find him.

I peek my head out the door after flushing and washing my hands, thankfully finding it empty. I quietly creep out and close the door behind me. This is clearly a tactical fuck-up on my part, because I only make it three steps when Rio appears in the hallway.

Far too close.

I yelp, turning my body slightly sideways as I press my legs crossed and throw an arm over my chest, getting a handful of my own boob in the process. If only I’d left the door open, I could have leapt back in there. Why is his room so close to the bathroom? And why does Daion’s have to be on the other side of it!

“Rio!” I squeal when he doesn’t immediately close his eyes or look away, aimlessly swatting in the direction of his face with my free hand.

He jumps back, his scowl turning to shock in an instant. “Why are your breasts in the fucking hallway?!”

“Me and my breasts would love to be anywhere else right now, trust me!”

“Why would I trust you?” he demands, making an almost admirable attempt not to stare at my chest, if not for the quick flicker of his gaze that ruins it.

“Hey! Eyes off the goods!” I yell.

“I’m not—you’re the one that’s naked in my hallway.”

“Just shut up and shut your eyes for five fucking seconds so I can get back to Daion’s room.”

“If you think I’ll?—”

“Just do it!” I snap, and by some miracle, he makes the most irritated sigh I’ve ever heard in my life and shuts them.

“Five,” he says loudly, clearly taking my five-second demand literally.

No time to complain, I dart past him as fast as I dare, fleeing into the safety of Daion’s room. I shut the door behind me with a slam, but it doesn’t even make Daion roll over. The man is well and truly knocked the fuck out. Guess I was the one that fucked him into a coma. I snort, then freeze as I have a horrifying thought.

Wait…I didn’t do that, did I?

My eyes go wide, and I rush to him, shaking his shoulders almost violently.

“Huh?” Daion blessedly groans, blinking twice before managing to keep his hazy eyes open for longer than half a second. He sees it’s me and gives me a sleepy grin.

I’m suddenly pulled into a full-body hug, and I would protest the utter manhandling, but Daion doesn’t seem entirely himself. He wraps around me with all of his limbs, and it’s a little like I imagine being snuggled by a clingy octopus would feel. An achievement, considering he only has four limbs.

“Sexy little mama,” he murmurs as he nuzzles my neck.

I roll my eyes. He’s a lucky guy that I’m feeling generous enough to pretend like I heard nothing. It takes me ten more minutes to untangle myself from Daion’s limbs, pull one of his shirts on, and slide into a pair of his clean boxers. Note to self: have water ready for after sexy times in the future, and maybe some easy-to-pull-on clothes too.

The light in the hallway is now turned off, and not wanting to tempt fate, I don’t switch it back on as I make my way downstairs. I keep a hand on the wall to avoid stumbling in the lesser-known space. I manage to creep fairly silently into the kitchen. I’m feeling fairly impressed that I made it all the way down the death stairs without falling to my demise, right until I smack face-first into a wall of naked muscle.

“Not again,” I complain, contemplating Rio’s murder for what must be at least the hundredth time until a light flickers on and I see Torrin.

His smile is megawatt as he pulls me in for a hug. I know damn well I must smell like I was just fucked six ways from Sunday, but it doesn’t deter the man in the slightest.

“I’m glad to see you’re okay. How do you feel?” He pushes me back at arm’s length as he looks down at me, and my cheeks heat. The wink he shoots me lets me know the innuendo was intentional.

“Amazing,” I reply anyway. “Although, I’m a little concerned that I drained him a bit too much. And there’s still this…hunger…” I place my fist against my chest where that horny bitch resides.

“You’ll need to keep feeding like that from now on. Significantly more often, I’d guess,” he says, and then just stares at me. Still holding my shoulders.

“I’m probably good for tonight,” I say, wishing I could do the world’s biggest fucking facepalm as I realise the possible implication someone could take from that.

Torrin smirks a little evilly, leaning down closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You sure? Because I didn't think I cared which one of us you chose until I heard you screaming for Daion. Never wanted to be another man so badly before. I don’t know if I can get the sounds out of my head, or if I even want to.”

“Fuck. Am I sending out the fuck-me juju still?” I ask, turning my head to look at him.

He only blinks slowly at me in response, and I begin to panic.

“Torrin? You’ve got to snap out of this because I don’t know how to turn it off!” I demand frantically, leaning back and gripping his cheeks in my hands as I squint at him, like that’ll somehow tell me the answers I want. “Should I slap you or try dumping water on you? Actually, maybe I’m the one that needs water dumped on them. Fuck…”

Torrin bursts out laughing, startling me so much I stumble a step back, hands falling to my sides. He just keeps laughing. It lights his handsome face up so much, even as he bends in half, clutching his stomach. I frown.

“Damn, Eden. Way to let a man down gently.” He shakes his head, and my eyebrows shoot so far up my face they surely meet my hairline.

“Wait. I thought I was drugging you with my sex juju. That was…that was all you?”

“Yeah, baby. I meant every word. Haven’t spent a lot of my life jealous of other men, but damn, tonight I was practically green with envy.”

“So you’re saying you want to fuck me?” I question. The words sound utterly insane, but I can't stop speaking them. “You want to fuck me, and not like, just to save me? You can’t—why are you saying it like that?”

“Last time I offered to fill your vitav, you mistook my words for pity. Thought I’d make it clear you were wrong. From the sound of it, we’d both have the time of our lives. Here.” He steps away from me, grabbing something out of the fridge and offering it out. I reach out to take the bottle of water, but he keeps his grip on the other end for a moment as he nods down to it. “Stay hydrated,” he adds with a wink.

Before I can recover from that, he leans forward, presses a kiss to my head, and then walks away. I stare after him, speechless. I also can’t help but notice how his pyjama pants are slung low on his hips, showing off the dimples above his sculpted ass.

Yeah. I’m thirsty.

“I think I might have woken up in an alternate reality today,” I mumble to myself, then take a few sips of the water. After screwing the cap back on, I flop back against a wall and sigh.

Unfortunately, now I think I’m going to need the assistance of the one person I’d rather stab than ask for help. I really need to be able to control this sex lure stuff, so when a man offers to fuck me, I can tell if he really wants to or not. I can’t live with the idea that I'm so potent I revoked his ability to tell if he truly wants me or is just high on succubus pheromones and unintentional sex magic.

Or however the hell this is all working...