Page 8 of Oh No! There’s an Incubus in my Hot Spring (Getting Cozy with Demons #1)

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What’s the Worst Thing that Could Happen When Bonding to an Incubus?

“ B ond me,” I say, slamming the door to the apartment shut.

Apollo looks up from a book he’s reading by the embers in the fireplace. “Come again, lovely?”

“I want you to bond with me. I want your magic. I want to destroy that pompous prat fucking asshole!” I say, flopping my bags down on the counter.

Apollo chuckles. “To whom are you referring?”

“Mark Torres,” I say, the fury of my rage flaring at just the mention of his name. “He closed my laptop, practically on my fingers. He’s been following me around town, harassing me. He paid off the contractors to stop talking to me. He’s trying to ruin me!”

Apollo is next to me in a flash of silver mist. “Then let us destroy him together.”

There’s a hunger in his eyes that’s not just for my pleasure. I’m not sure what it is, but he’s eager. It makes my insides squirm, like he wants more than just magic and freedom.

I turn to him. “This is purely a business arrangement. I’m not looking for a boyfriend, or another emotional attachment. Okay?”

He cocks his head slightly, his eyes dimming. “I understand.”

“So, how do we do this?”

“Bond?” he asks, his hand lifting to my face but stopping just short of touching me.

“Yes.”

“You were surprisingly close to doing it all on your own the other night,” he says, reaching for the costume goblet.

“With that?” I ask, incredulously.

“I made it myself,” Apollo says. “Do you like it?”

I look at the goblet in a new light. “Those bones, are they…”

“Dead mice and birds,” he says. “It’s necessary for death to be present in the ritual, same as life—your blood. You cut yourself,” he says, pointing to my hand.

I turn it over and see the nick from the corkscrew.

“Any liquid will do in the cup, but spilled blood is required,” he says, grabbing the half bottle of wine from the counter and pouring the goblet up to almost full.

He offers it to me, his eyes sparkling. “Are you sure about this?”

I nod. “I want to eat that man alive and spit out his stupid turtleneck.”

Apollo grunts. “I’ve known humans to have strange proclivities, but consuming your own kind—”

“Shut up, it’s a turn-of-phrase and you know it,” I say, shoving his shoulder.

He smiles at me, and I smile at him. Then he looks down at my hand. “You’ll need to wound yourself again, but I’ll heal you.”

“How much blood?” I ask, putting the corkscrew to the back of my arm.

“Not much. A few drops.”

I clench my jaw and dig the sharp point into my skin. The pain is nothing compared to my rage, my desire for retribution, and my need to put that jerk in his place. I drag it just a short way to open my skin, and a bead of blood appears immediately.

“I will need to touch you now,” he says.

“Do whatever you need to,” I say.

His fang pokes into his lower lip and he looks at me with a molten expression. “I will need to make you come again.”

“I figured as much, being what you are,” I say.

“At the height of your climax I will push my magic into you to seed your abilities and awaken your latent ones. It will be…strange.”

I glare at him. “Stop trying to dissuade me. I want to do this.”

“As my witch commands.”

He grabs my arm and lifts it to his mouth. I suck in a gasp as his tongue flattens against my skin, hot and wet. He licks the wound, collecting the drops of blood, and then takes a drink from the goblet, his eyes never leaving mine. He takes the corkscrew, cutting himself in the same place I had, and offers me his wounded arm.

Drinking demon blood wasn’t on my bucket list, but here I go. I grasp his arm gently and lick the red blood sliding over his gray skin. It’s warm…salt and iron, just like a human. He must be more like me than I know.

He offers me the goblet of wine and I take a big drink, then another, and another.

Fucking hell, what am I doing?

He smiles. “Regretting it already, lovely?”

“No,” I say, pushing the goblet back in his direction. “Just trying to loosen up.”

He drinks the rest of the wine from the glass and sets it aside. “What can I do for you this time?” he asks, stalking closer.

I take a step back, joining him in this little game of chase. “What do you need to do?”

He steps forward and his hand slides over my cheek, cupping the back of my neck to prevent my retreat. “I need to be inside of you to deposit my magic. Kissing is easiest, but since that’s a no…” He holds up his other hand and the sharp talons recede until his fingers look relatively human.

My face heats and I take another step back.

“Where—where do you want to put your fingers?” I ask like a stupid virgin, despite having many encounters over the years.

His tongue darts out over his lip and his fang gleams as he closes the distance to me. I know I’m just a feast that he’s smelling, that my anticipation has him ravenous. It’s not me that he wants, but I can’t stop the sensation of desire from building all the same.

“Where do you like to have fingers inside of you when you come?”

My back hits the wall and I dig my nails into the wood as I look up at him. He’s glowing, his tattoos swirling with inky dark magic between the streams of icy blue. He looks like the night sky, beautiful and terrifyingly unknown.

“In my…pussy,” I say, my words trying to fail me.

He steps flush against me and his clawless hand travels down my body. “Your pussy,” he says with an air of question before he cups my groin. “Here?”

I swallow hard and nod as the shock of his touch runs through me.

His nose grazes my cheek as he leans down into my space. “That’s exactly where I want to be.”

The wine rushes to my head and crazy-girl takes control. I unbutton my pants and Apollo drops to his knees, pulling them off as he goes. I’m in just my very plain black panties, questioning how all my life choices have led me to an incubus kneeling between my legs, about to make an unbreakable blood bond with him.

“Can I kiss you here?” he asks, dragging his knuckle up the center of my panties.

“I, I’ve never really—I mean no one has ever…”

His stern gaze makes me trail off. “No one has kissed you here?”

“Not no one,” I quickly correct. “But I’ve never…enjoyed myself.”

His finger presses into me harder and the pleasure it brings makes my back curl.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,” I whisper, leaning into his touch.

“Yes, you do,” he says, adding another finger to his slow drag.

My panties are so wet it’s embarrassing.

“I’m not judging you,” he says. “There’s no reason to lie.”

“I guess it was always just so brief, and I was worried about how I tasted, if I was taking too long, what I looked like from down there, if I was making too much noise, or not enough—”

“If you’re thinking about anything at all, they’re doing it wrong. Let me show you what it should be like, lovely.” He angles closer, the claw of his other hand hooking on the hip of my panties.

Oh, gods, he wants to eat me out? I showered last night, so I’m pretty clean, but I haven’t shaved in like a month! Where am I at in my cycle? If I’m too close to that time, it’ll be so acidic he’ll probably—

“Hush in there.” Apollo rises, his finger pushing over my lips. “I’m not judging you. I only want to give you pleasure, and some of my magic.”

“But what if it’s unpleasant for you?” I say awkwardly through his finger pressing against my lips.

He lifts his de-clawed hand to his nose and inhales the scent of my slick from his knuckles. A groan rolls through him, and he closes his eyes. “It won’t be.”

Well, if I passed the incubus sniff-check, I’m probably fine, right?

He pushes his forehead against mine and cups the back of my neck. “Please, stop judging yourself so harshly and let me pleasure you.”

Would it be all right to just stop worrying and let him do what he wants? Could I just not care? Voices of boyfriends past bubble up in my mind and my gut swirls with indecision.

Apollo smirks, letting out a gentle huff. “Before the incantation I’ve cast with our blood starts to wear off would be preferable. I don’t want you to have to cut yourself again.”

I take a steadying breath. “Okay. Go for it.”

He kisses my cheek, then my neck and my chest over my shirt as he lowers back to his knees. My shoes go, then my pants, and his claws loop into my panties again. The drag of smooth fingers on the left and claws on the right has me shivering as he pulls my underwear down my thighs. I step up to release them, and Apollo grabs my leg, pushing it over his shoulder.

I brush his little wings with my toes and chuckle. “I hear that wingspan has something to do with equipment size.”

He arches an eyebrow as he kisses the inside of my knee. “I’ve shrunken them for convenience. If my wings were full size, I wouldn’t be able to fit in this room.”

My stomach squeezes and I laugh as his lips slide up my inner thigh. The wall is slippery against my sweaty palms, so I dig in my nails to hold on.

“I will not hurt you,” he whispers, inching closer to my untrimmed center.

“You really don’t have to do this. You could just finger me,” I say, breathing fast and shallow.

His icy eyes flick up to mine and then he lunges forward, shoving his face between my thighs. I yelp as his tongue slides from opening to clit. He groans, closing his eyes as he leans in harder, cupping my ass and digging his claws into my skin. His other fingers glide past my entrance and into his mouth, as if he’s trying to taste more of me. He moans again, shoving his face so hard against my pussy that my other knee buckles.

“Fuck,” I sputter, my hand flying to his hair to hold on.

Apollo’s tail snakes around my wrist and squeezes as his spade tip strokes the sensitive underside. He presses into my opening with a finger and I squeak out something pathetic. His attention on my clit is so intense I can’t help but squirm. It’s so much, almost too much.

His eyes lock on me again as he pushes his finger into me up to the first knuckle. I can’t form words. I just moan and pant as I watch him devour me, savoring his feast. He curls his finger and drags it all the way out to the tip, hitting something blissful on the way out. My knee gives and I slide down an inch before Apollo pins me.

His finger moves in rhythmic strokes against that same spot and my core clenches around him. I can’t seriously be this close to coming within sixty seconds. I don’t want it to be over yet.

I grit my teeth as I fight the sensation threatening to overwhelm my body with euphoria. I see Apollo’s grin in his eyes as he eats me vigorously and increases his speed. It’s a game to him, how fast he can make me come.

I fist his hair harder, trying to get some distance between us so I can reset. He doesn’t let me, doesn’t move in the slightest. He puts a second finger to my opening and pushes into me. The sensation of being stretched is all-consuming.

My hips buck against his face of their own accord, chasing what they want. He groans and devours me. I’m right at the edge of oblivion, wishing for more and begging to be released at the same time.

“Apollo, please,” I whine, not even sure what I’m asking for. Relief from the coiled tension in my center? A second to breathe? There’s not enough air in the room and I’m drowning in lust.

He presses his fingers right over the spot inside me and then pulses them, curling in quick little bursts. Bliss unfurls through my pelvis and shoots up my spine. I scream, slamming my head back against the wall as I lose control of my body.

Then a new sensation begins. Ice pours through my veins, followed by a wave of heat. I shiver, the orgasm unending as my body chills and heats in a strobing rhythm. I babble curse words and dig my nails into his scalp as he relentlessly fucks me with his mouth and fingers. My heart thuds against my chest in desperate beats. Fire burns in my aching lungs from my constant whines and screams.

Death by orgasm. Could be worse, I suppose.

Finally, Apollo slows his affections and sits back on his heels. I take gasping breaths as I crumple onto his lap, and into his arms. His shoulder is warm from my thigh resting against it, but not as hot as my burning cheek.

His claws graze through my hair and down my back, making me shiver and spasm. “That’s how it’s supposed to be, lovely.”

“Thas increble,” I murmur, my mouth still not working.

He chuckles. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I did, too.”

I close my eyes and let him comb my hair as I come down from somewhere in the stratosphere.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard,” I say, slurping some drool from the corner of my mouth.

“You will always climax that hard, and harder, with me,” he promises.

The cling film whips in the corner and a breeze meets my bare ass. I clear my throat and pull away from him, searching for my clothes. “So, I felt the magic entering me, I think. Does that mean I have power now?”

“Fledgling powers, yes. You will have the most rudimentary of my own abilities, and something unique only to you.”

I slide into my clothes. “What can I do?”

“From my own repertoire I’ve shared the ability to summon the materials of the hot springs: crystal, water, stone, and anything else that is deceased, like fallen trees, or animal bones.”

My mind whirs with the thousands of things I can do with just that.

“The ability to shape those materials was too much for you at this time,” he says, apparently reading my expression. “Your magic has only just awakened, but in time, I’ll be able to give you many other spells.”

“How do we find out what my ability is?” I ask, giddy to discover everything about this new side of me.

He smiles. “We’ll experiment all night to discover it, but first, I must show you something important.”

I walk on shaky legs that zing with the aftershocks of my orgasm as I follow him down the hall into the main building. We enter the office behind the reception stand, and Apollo moves a few of the boxes away from the rock wall.

He places his hand against it, and the glowing tattoos on his arms slither down his fingers into the stone to form an arch. With his left arm now completely bare of glowing magic, a doorway appears in the wall.

Apollo grins as he pushes open the door. “Welcome to the heart of the mountain.”