5. Chapter 5 Kyvian
Chapter 5: Kyvian
Oh goddess, what the hell was that? I’m still gasping for air after having one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced when I open my eyes. My gaze jerks up to the booth directly in front of me. But to my shock, it’s empty.
My heart races. While everyone around me is still drunk on the lust of my magic, my pretty human has left. He shouldn’t have been able to shake off my lust so easily. Not unless he’s… no, I can’t let that line of hope cross my mind until I can prove it.
Where did that captivating human with the sweet smile and submissive demeanor come from? And, more importantly, where did he go? As soon as I arrived at the club, I was able to feed from those dancing on the floor, but it wasn’t enough.
I needed more. Always more.
The amount of energy and magic I spent trying to calm the little kitty-like monster drained me completely. I was such a fool. Usually, it wouldn’t have been such a big deal if I had my Jewlta to feed from. But in my defense, I didn’t expect it to be stolen.
As soon as I got my fill on the dance floor, I made my way backstage and peered out into the crowd. I was shocked that the seats were filling up so quickly. My feedings are always so popular, but I rarely come to the club without scheduling it ahead of time, so I had no idea what to expect.
I shouldn’t have worried; people are always fascinated by my kind.
A sense of loneliness swamps me. I really don’t know why I let it bother me so much, but for once, I’d like to have someone see me as an equal, a potential partner, not just a monster who can make them feel good and satisfy their desires.
It’s probably why I was so interested in the nervous human with the shy smile.
As usual, my gaze was instantly drawn to the private booths, but as soon as they landed on him, I couldn’t tear myself away. He was fully clothed and wore a lacy black mask with large feathers that covered his hair and the majority of his face. Despite that, I could see his eyes as they bounced around curiously. His head would tilt in this adorable way whenever someone around him moaned or made a strange noise.
It was clearly his first time at a sex club, and there was something so intriguing about that. While others around him flirted and giggled, he sat there caressing the soft velvet cushions, just waiting. I was transfixed by the way his long fingers toyed with the material and the way his tight, long-sleeve shirt bunched under the strain of thick muscles every time he stretched.
I always found it interesting how much everyone around me would change as soon as I walked on stage. Some people would catcall or whistle, while others gave me sultry looks as if they wanted to seduce me from the crowd. But no matter what reaction I got, they could never compare to the little ‘ oh ’ shape of wonder that his lips formed, or the widening of his doe-like eyes. Goddess, I wish I had seen what color they were.
I scan the crowd eagerly, wanting to spot him one last time. It’s rare for an incubus to feel this sated after a feeding, and I could tell most of the lust I inhaled was from him alone. It was delicious, like arousal and blueberries, and more satisfying than anything I’ve ever tasted. Rarer still is for someone not to fall victim to my incubus powers. Excitement thrums through me. Meeting someone who isn’t affected by my magic means they have the potential to be my bonded mate.
A true mate.
While some monsters have fated mates, incubi do not. We must choose our mates and bind them to us magically. Like a fated mate, once bonded, we will love no one else once the bond is complete. The idea is so romantic, and something I’ve wanted my whole life. My parents shared that bond, and I promised my father before he passed that I’d find someone to love the way he loved my mother.
In what feels like several long moments, but was actually only a few seconds, my eyes find him. His hand is resting on the doorknob, and he looks like a scared creature, ready to bolt. I bend and quickly grab my cloak, throwing it over my shoulders. I can always come back for my corset, but my main priority is to get to the human in front of me. If this truly is his first time at a sex club, I want to make sure he’s okay.
Suddenly, a startled laugh leaves his throat. But nothing about it seems amused. I hesitate. Did I do something wrong? I step forward, but he shakes his head and, to my utter shock, turns and walks out the door.
Something about this moment seems pivotal. Important. Almost dire. It’s ridiculous frivolous thoughts of a romantic, but even so, they push me forward. I jump off the stage and take off toward my fleeing human. But just as I run past the large mirrors hanging on the wall, I freeze in place.
Shock ripples through me as I turn slowly and notice my eyes glowing magenta. Not their usual purple. That lingering taste of lust and blueberries has me swallowing hard. I pause in front of the mirror and trace my fingers lightly under my eyes.
Magenta.
Another sign I just fed on the lust of someone who has the potential to be my true mate.
And I just let him escape into the night with no way to contact him.