Page 31 of Hellish Witch (Playing with Demons #3)

Chapter 30

A soothing warmth shifted around me, and I snuggled deeper into its embrace. The lingering tease of a sinful dream clung to the edges of my mind.

I’d dreamt of Killian rescuing me dramatically and taking me hard, mid-air, trying to breed me with his unique knots holding me captive.

My subconscious clearly hadn’t got the message that I was done obsessing over the untouchable incubus.

A thick ache between my thighs had me frowning, pulling from sleep’s hold. The heady scent of sex and burned caramel registered, along with something too big wedged inside me, stretching me obscenely.

I blinked fully awake, swallowing back a groan as the light pierced my eyeballs like stabbing needles. But I’d caught the edge of a slate-purple arm wrapped around my chest.

It. Hadn’t. Been. A. Dream.

How many times was I going to shout that inside my own head?

My heart pounded in time with my screaming thoughts.

I’d gone into my first heat.

And Killian had been the one to break it.

Could I already be pregnant with his child?

“I can feel how hard you’re thinking.” Killian’s rough voice was full of mirth as he whispered in my ear, placing a delicate kiss to the column of my throat, so at odds with the aching stretch from his solid length still inside me.

I stiffened in his arms, unsure how to react now we’d crossed that line so fully I wasn’t sure we were in the same realm as it.

Killian thrust lightly behind me, his hard length buried impossibly deep. His knot felt slightly less intense than I remembered from last night but still swollen enough to hold us together even though he’d somehow changed our positions while I’d been unconscious.

Aftershocks of pleasure echoed through my abused core as I pulsed around his hardness.

“I’ve been trapped inside you for hours,” he murmured against my skin. “And I still can’t get enough of you. So fucking addictive. Sweetness… Break for me one more time.”

His fangs sank into my neck as he thrust, pushing and pulling his knots stuck inside me. Bright sparks lit me up from the inside. His warm venom hit my bloodstream and kindled pleasure. It raced to my core, stuffed full, and ignited. I moaned, writhing in his arms on silken sheets as he followed me right over the edge into oblivion with a low groan.

Hot seed filled me to bursting, the pressure overwhelming before he pulled back hard enough to slip free. I gasped at the rush of wet heat between us, oddly tempted to turn around and lap up every power-soaked drop from his monstrous cock.

It was all I could do to sprawl limply in Killian’s firm hold though. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath and scramble for some sense of reality through the post-orgasm haze.

At some point, after I’d apparently passed out on his fat flying dick last night, he’d moved us to an opulent bedroom.

Gold-accented furniture gleamed around the expansive room, everything painted in rich cream shades, underlit with a warm glow from invisible strip lighting and a dramatic crystal chandelier that somehow mocked the early morning sunlight flooding through the sheer curtains, swaying in the breeze.

The incubus cuddled me closer in the softest covers I’d felt in this realm or the next, in a sprawling four-poster bed complete with romantic drapes at each corner in some rich queen’s dream.

Shattered glass littered the plush carpet like spilled diamonds. The curtains danced aside with a fresh breeze, revealing the jagged edges of industrial-thickness glass within a sliding door.

That led onto a familiar balcony complete with a metal railing, now bent inwards.

A blush worked its way up my neck to warm my cheeks.

I mentally slapped myself, pretended I wasn’t gushing wet with a knot-load of his cum, and rolled to face the incubus. “Hi.”

“Good morning, sweetness.” Glowing storm-blue eyes stared back at me, stunning with their silvered flecks. He had the eyes and wings of a mythical Earth-realm angel. But Killian practically dripped demonic sin.

Blood even smeared his bare chest, painting a gory layer over his tattoos. At least our rabid fuck fest had generated enough energy for him to heal every ounce of damage I’d done in the past few days.

His deep-purple skin contrasted the satin sheets, and for the first time I could remember, I let myself explore the exquisite detail of his ink. With his wings thrown back along the bed behind him, sunlight snuck between us to grace his defined chest.

An enormous widow-witch reached sharp talons towards where his heart would be. Feathered wings flared across his upper chest, one side wrapping around his neck.

Clasped in its foot was a single flower.

I’d always thought they were generic blooms, but each one had five distinct tapered petals surrounding an intricate ring of nectaries.

They were bloodbores. Each and every one of them.

It was the flower I’d tried to poison him with on his first ever birthday cake. The ones someone had carved into my front door and that had turned up in huge planters outside my house.

My favourite flower.

I held my breath, scanning the other birds I could see across his shoulder and neck. Clasped in their beaks or gripped in their talons was the same deadly flower.

It was all over him, hidden in plain sight. Inked in his skin permanently.

I didn’t know what it meant.

He noticed my intense focus, and something in his flirty mask softened. “Did you think, all this time, that my loyalty was only to your brother?”

My breath hitched.

What was he saying?

Maybe it didn’t mean anything. Maybe I was just delusional.

Barely a few inches separated our lips, and I fought the urge to close the distance.

Now that the blazing lust of my heat wasn’t burning us both, would he welcome my touch?

Just yesterday, I’d woken up in bed with him like this, and he’d made it clear it was about feeding.

Not something real.

Was last night just about seeing me through my first heat? Had I forced him into this too? Was that what he meant by loyalty?

I chewed my lower lip, welcoming the pinch of my fang. “I’m…sorry…if I put you in an uncomfortable position last night.”

I wanted to have this conversation, but this was possibly the worst way to have it. We were naked and pressed up against each other in a stranger’s bed.

Sexual demons weren’t usually fazed by nudity though. Our bodies were our weapons.

Given what he wielded between his thighs, clearly his more so than most.

Killian frowned, peering into my eyes like he could make sense of my words if only he looked hard enough. “Eve… What happened between us was one of the best experiences of my life.”

My lips parted. “What? But… The heat pheromones…” I trailed off, hyperaware of the sticky wetness leaking between my thighs.

Of him between my thighs.

A furious blush warmed my cheeks.

His frown melted, leaving a roguish smirk armed and ready. “This wasn’t the first time I’ve been around a succubus in heat, Princess.”

The reminder of his incubus lifestyle churned my stomach. He was a few years older than me and had apparently lived a varied, full life while I’d cloistered myself away, working on my healing magic and pining after an off-limits enforcer.

I cocked a brow, forcing myself not to spiral at those words. “I’m sure it’s not,” I drawled. “How very… experienced of you.”

He chuckled, smooth and rich. “Oh, sweetness, don’t be jealous. I’ve never knotted or tried to breed anyone but you.” His forked tongue darted out, a quick swipe along my jaw. “Yours is the only pretty pussy I’m desperate to overflow.”

My brows shot up. He was serious? The psycho was actually trying to breed me.

“You’re insane,” I whispered, but damn if a part of me wasn’t sucker punched at the thought of carrying his young. Of starting a family with him.

The idea of him holding a baby was making me all broody, and I needed to slap some sense back into myself. I was here on a mission to stop my evil magic hurting people. There was no way I could responsibly have a kid right now.

Maybe not ever.

And especially with a demon whose mixed signals made me want to claw his face off.

His chuckle darkened into a sharp laugh. “Of course.” He inclined his head. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t crave you.”

My eyes narrowed to slits. “And yet back at that house party…you told Zahara we weren’t even friends.”

His voice dropped to a low rasp, his eyes dipping to my pouting lips before slowly trailing back up. “Because, you and I? We could never just be friends.”

I had no idea what to say to that. My thoughts spun in useless circles, reading into every little thing he’d said to me.

But really, I was being selfish. I’d left him behind to keep him safe.

I had no right to keep inflicting pain on him, no matter what he thought about last night.

“I…should go. I have to fix my magic,” I said, unable to hold his gaze any longer. “Before I hurt anyone else.”

“ We should go, you mean.” His focus locked on my lips like he was ready to devour, not get dressed. “Or are you planning to poison me again, little witch?”

I knew this was coming, yet all the reasons I’d left him behind were still perfectly valid, despite the guilt I felt at abandoning him.

“ Killian .” I fixed him with my serious glare, only slightly ruined by the fact I was naked and leaking his cum. “You have to go back. It doesn’t matter what Rex told you to do.”

His voice pitched low. “Your uncle didn’t send me.”

“What? Then why…?” I trailed off, swallowing the rest of my question. It didn’t matter. “The kingdom needs you.”

His demonic smile hardened, sharp enough to slice. “What about what I need?”

My argument died on my lips, beaten down by more mixed messages and confusing signals.

The bastard was going to have me over-analysing every damn word he said. Every expression on his handsome, stupid face.

“I’m coming with you. Your safety is my priority,” he said.

I barely suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. More at me than him.

“Of course it is,” I muttered, shifting my head higher on the pillow.

“Oh no, a handsome incubus wants to keep me safe. My life is ruined .” His voice took on a high-pitched whiny quality that was somehow meant to be me.

A surprised laugh burst free, even as I tried to scowl at him and failed miserably. “That sounds nothing like me.”

He beamed right back. “It’s too accurate. I almost got a semi just hearing your dulcet tones.”

I gave him a flat look, and he sniggered, pulling me closer against his hard front and proving he had more than just a semi.

“Anyway, if you’re going to keep ruining my life, then you need a glamour, and we need a plan. I went to that club last night to get information on the Sage Coven’s location, but I uh…got sidetracked,” I finished dryly.

Rage flashed across Killian’s face, silver streaking through his ocean eyes like the flash of lightning. A muscle feathered along his jaw. He clenched it hard enough that I worried about his poor fangs.

“Maybe we should go back tonight and ask around,” I said, slowly drawing out the words in a soothing cadence like I was talking to a feral animal.

Killian managed to unclamp his jaw to spit out a single word. “No.”

I arched a brow.

“You’re not going back there. Ever.” He bared his fangs, chest expanding. “I’ll murder anyone who looks at you the second we walk in.”

I cleared my throat, shifting on the bed, still locked in his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world. My cheeks warmed.

“Well, you successfully eased me through my first heat. I think we should be fine to go back without my vagina issuing another call to arms.”

Killian snarled, “Well, it’s a good thing we won’t have to test that.” He drew a deep breath, glancing aside. “I already know where to go.”

I raised both my brows. “You do? And when were you going to share that little titbit with me?”

An infuriating smirk curved his lips.