Chapter 8. Lochran
The sound of Lex pacing the floor of her room kept me from falling asleep. I wasn’t even using my supernatural hearing—the walls in this place must be really thin. Or maybe it was just the house’s doing, like it wanted me to hear her angsty march.
If she would have let me, I would be next door right now, my head between her legs, eating her deliciously wet pussy and helping to rid her of all that pent-up desire.
I tossed in the bed, feeling my heavy balls roll across my thigh. What was the little witch thinking? Why summon a sex demon if not for sex? I mean, I knew there was the whole it-was-the-house-not-me! debate, but the truth was that we were fated mates, fated being the operative word. This pairing was inevitable.
A Goddess-blessed union.
Not that it meant I felt I was owed anything. Far from it. And aside from the odd sexual innuendo—I was an incubus demon, after all—I certainly didn’t intend to lay a finger on the witch without her explicitly asking for it. Nope. For as long as it took the witch to sanctify the union, I’d be keeping my hands, tongue, cock, tail, and every other part of my anatomy to myself. I would try my best not to think about the fact that I’d never cast my eyes on anyone more attractive in my life, or the fact that I’d been flitting between a semi and rock-hard dick from the moment the shadows cleared.
Unable to take much more, I undid the drawstring of the ancient pajama bottoms the house had left out for me and pushed my hand past the hem. I ran a finger over the length of my solid dick. While finding pleasure by myself wouldn’t be nearly enough to fill me, I would have to do something if I was to survive in this realm without having sex.
My hand grasped around the base of my cock. If I was super quiet, she’d never know I was jerking off a room over.
I mean, a guy’s got to eat, right?
And I certainly wouldn’t survive off cups of English breakfast tea.
I heard Lex’s bed creak. Thank the Goddess, she’d finally stopped pacing.
My stomach gave an almighty rumble. I could probably hold out for a few more minutes until she fell asleep. Then I could milk my balls dry and hope that would be enough to get me through another day.
But the house had other ideas. It heated the mattress where Lex’s body touched her bed in the other room. The heat settled directly beneath me, warming me to my bones and making my cock ache. Within moments, her desire washed over me in waves. Not quite the feast I’d be having if I were between her legs, but I’d take whatever morsel I could get. The sound of her wet pussy and the Samhain-spiced smell of her arousal filled the air. I swear the house was pumping the smell through the vents just for me.
With a sigh, I pulled my hand from my pajama bottoms. It was bad enough that I was shamelessly feeding off her desire, though I couldn’t exactly help that. We’d been connected since the summoning, and I doubted there was a corner of this earth I could escape to where I wouldn’t be able to feel my mate’s desire.
Lex didn’t want to take me to her bed... yet. Her succubus side obviously had needs, and touching myself while she was trying to quell her succubus seemed like taking advantage.
I crossed my arms resolutely, and when a box of tissues and some hand lotion magically appeared on the nightstand, I groaned and turned my back to it.
“Stop it, House,” I hissed. While Lex’s desire was taking the edge off my cramping stomach, it caused a deep ache in my balls the likes of which I’d never felt before.
My teeth gritted as I tried and failed miserably to push back images of Lex between my legs, her tongue licking purposefully slow up my length before lapping the precum off the head of my cock, the tip of her tongue flicking into my slit, greedy for more.
As Lex’s movements became frantic in the next room, I thought of her taking me deep into her mouth, gagging slightly as I hit the back of her throat. I imagined her wandering hands sliding up and down my thighs, her slender fingers cupping my balls, rolling them—
The shock of Lex’s orgasm crackled through me as if Hecate herself had thrown a lightning bolt my way. My teeth ground together as my own orgasm pulsed through me uncontrollably, my cum hot and sticky as I spilled in my pajama bottoms like I was fresh from the shadows.
I felt my cheeks flush, and embarrassment settled into my bones. I was a sex demon, for Goddess’s sake! I was built for stamina, holding back my own climax as I pleasured women for hours. But the first time my mate orgasms in my vicinity, she has me unraveling despite not even being in the same room as me.
For the first time since I was summoned, I was glad my mate didn’t ask me to her bed. It would have been an utterly pathetic performance, and I wanted her first time with me to be spectacular. I wanted her to come so hard that she would forget her name and beg me to fuck her over and over.
The rustle of fabric finally pulled me back to reality. I tilted my head enough to see a fresh pair of pajama bottoms neatly folded at the foot of the bed.
I shimmied out of the sticky pajamas and cleaned myself off before climbing back into bed naked. I definitely wouldn’t be accepting any more help from the house tonight.
***
The house had opened the curtains at some point during the night, causing the first stream of morning light to bore directly into my eyelids.
Waking up in the mortal realm sucked .
I had never spent the entire night with a mortal before, always slinking back to the shadow realm before dawn. If the house intended to wake me, a shadow demon, with blistering first light every morning, that was going to be an issue.
“House, can you close the curtains?” I asked, pulling the duvet over my face. When nothing happened, I added, “Please?”
Finally, the sound of curtain rings scraping against metal filled the air. Unfortunately, the house had decided to open the curtains fully now. I groaned into my pillow before sitting up and rubbing my sore eyes.
“Fine,” I grumbled. “You win.” With a final stretch, I stood up and crossed the room to the window, looking out at my surroundings for the first time. It was an odd little town, with each house being completely different from its neighbor, and yet, not one looked out of place.
The house opposite was like something pulled from a suburban estate, even down to the white picket fence. A succubus with peppered hair, trousers pulled up to her waist, and a light blue shirt was leaning over a flower bed, trowel in hand, planting pansies.
I cringed at the unnaturalness of a demon born of shadows voluntarily being up this early in the morning, to idly tend flowerbeds no less. But then I found myself smiling. If Lex mentioned she thought her flowerbeds needed tending, I guessed I wouldn’t mind braving the dawn light if it made those ruddy, full lips pull into a smile. A moment later, a witch with a gray bob, cropped trousers, and a pale pink shirt stepped out onto the porch, two steaming cups in her hand. She handed one to the succubus, who stood up, kissed the witch on the cheek, and accepted the cup with a grin.
As if the witch could sense my presence, her eyes locked onto mine. Grinning widely, she gave me a jolly little wave, which I returned. Then I remembered I was still naked. I just about caught the witch tittering something to her wife as I disappeared back into the depths of the room.
Probably shouldn’t flash the neighbors.
I pulled on a pair of fresh boxers and the sweatpants that the house had left for me at the end of my bed. No T-shirt, though. And, as I’d suspected, the door to the closet had suspiciously seized shut.
Unfortunately, I could only conjure things from my mind while in the shadow realm. So bare chest and tatty sweatpants it was.
After a quick wash and brush of my teeth, doing everything in my power not to wake Lex in the connecting bedroom, I made my way down the stairs to the kitchen. While mortal food wasn’t enough to keep me going, there was still something to be said about fluffy pancakes, bacon, and a drizzle of maple syrup.
The ingredients materialized in front of me, alongside Lex’s notebook. I ran a finger over the leather before pushing it away from me. All joking aside, it was an invasion of privacy to read my mate’s notes. She would tell me when she was ready.
That being said, I couldn’t help but wonder what such a sweet-looking witch had done to have to write such a long pre-trial commentary. I bet it was something sweetly stupid, like she wanted to pet a cute puppy and accidentally summoned a gazillion hell hounds into her apartment block. Smiling, I started to combine the ingredients together .
A few moments later, I heard Lex’s gentle footsteps descend the stairs. She entered the kitchen, eyes shut and yawning loudly, dressed in—
My cock swelled at the sight of her. Who knew that under all those bulky layers, she’d have a figure like that . Like something from a ’50s pinup. A mixture of tight and curvy in exactly the right places. Her vest top and shorts left nothing to the imagination. Her hair was still in its messy bun, but more of it had come loose. Every ounce of my being wanted to leap across the room and lift each strand from her shoulders, peppering her skin with a kiss for every missing lock.
She had to be having the world’s longest yawn, or time had momentarily stopped. Most likely the latter. Finally, she rubbed her eyes and looked me up and down. Her cheeks blushed slightly as her eyes lingered a fraction of a second on my torso, then on the bulge in my sweatpants.
The kettle whistling broke both of us from our trance, and she quickly grabbed two cups and dropped herbs into the tea strainers.
“Wardrobe malfunction for you too?” she asked, plopping a cube of sugar into my cup.
“The house decided it would be a bare chest day for me,” I said, topping Lex’s pancake stack with crispy bacon and setting it down on the table.
A few moments later, she slid a cup of tea toward me and picked up her knife and fork. Just before she took her first bite, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “It’s strange that you know how to cook. My mom said it had taken my father almost five years before he stopped burning everything in the kitchen, including all the dishcloths.” She shoved a slice of maple-glistening pancake into her mouth and practically quivered all over, making my mouth dry up.
“I like to cook,” I said with a shrug.
A wayward drop of maple syrup hung off her bottom lip. Lex unconsciously swiped a finger over it before her soft lips opened. Her tongue glided slowly over the tip of her finger, and I found myself pinching my thigh to stop myself from begging her to use that tongue on me.
This wicked little witch was going to be the death of me, and she wasn’t even trying.