Signed in Incubus: A Paranormal Monster Romance (Possessive Monsters Book 6)

Chapter 9

Prax

“What the fuck, Prax!” Penny shrieked. “You scared the bejeesus out of me.”

She stood in her steamy bathroom with nothing but a towel around her body and her wet hair down around her shoulders.

“You can’t just creep into a woman’s bathroom like that while she’s showering.”

“I wasn’t creeping. I said hi.”

She scowled. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

She squeezed her delectable body right past me and into her bedroom, not even trying to avoid rubbing her ass on me as she went. In fact, I was sure she’d done it on purpose.

Like the rest of her house, her bedroom was only partially set up. The bed was assembled, and there were sheets on it, but most of her other things were still in suitcases. She went to one of them and dug around before pulling out a second towel. She wrapped this one around her wet hair.

“You are getting ready for your girls’ night out.”

“Yep. And you’re not invited.”

“Because I’m not a girl? What about now?” I changed my appearance to resemble a saloon girl, complete with an off-the-shoulder peasant top and a bustier.

Penny frowned. “Cute. But the other look suits you better.”

“The cowboy?”

“No. The French maid.”

I guffawed. That was not the response I’d expected.

“Are you going to be here the whole time while I get ready, Prax?”

“Yes.”

Penny eyed me warily.“You’re not going to go all feral on me like that shifter earlier today, are you?”

I frowned. “Shifter? What shifter?”

“It’s nothing.” She went back to digging in her suitcase.

“Something happened. Tell me.”

“Nothing. Happened.” Then she dropped her towel.

I stood there for a moment, gaping at the expanse of smooth pale flesh on display, before I shook myself. “You’re trying to distract me.”

She sent me a sizzling look, then arched her back, putting her breasts on full display. “Is it working?”

I grinned; for whatever reason, she must be done playing coy with me. Good. I was done waiting. “Almost. You’re a delicious little morsel.” I stepped close and took her wrist in my hand, then backed her up so she was against the wall before wedging my knee between her legs. The hot press of her cunt on my thigh and the flash of lust that instantly filled the void between us made my cock rock-hard, but that wasn’t what I was interested in for once. Not yet, anyway. I wanted information.

“What’s this about a shifter?”

“Let me go.”

“No. Not until you tell me what happened.” I raised my knee so that she was balanced on my thigh on her tippy toes, then lowered it again so that she slid against me, her cunt tracing a line down my leg.

She inhaled sharply.

“I could always try to fuck the information out of you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” I grabbed her hands and held both wrists against the wall over her head.

“You’re welcome to try.”

I grinned. My sassy little witch had no idea what she’d just agreed to. The heady perfume of her arousal made it hard to remember why I was even doing this. What information was I after, again?

I let her slide the rest of the way off my leg and onto the ground before kicking her legs apart.

Then, I let my smoky phantom limbs out to play. They snaked out from my body, reaching for her. Her eyes went wide, and there was a moment of panic in them. My little witch had clearly never tangoed with a demon before. Well, she was in for a treat. We had unlimited appendages with which to pleasure our bed partners.

Her panic subsided when my many limbs reached her body, touching her everywhere. One curved around a breast forming a sucker to latch onto her nipple; another delved between her legs and teased at the wet seam of her pussy. She gasped and pressed her knees closed.

“Try again, sweetheart.”

Two more limbs formed hands to hold her legs open.

“That’s not fair.”

“I don’t play fair. But I think you already knew that.”

I watched her face as I ran the tip of the appendage up and down the slit of her pussy. She was so wet for me, and I wanted to taste her, but there would be time enough for that later. I pressed the tip of my smoky limb into her, just enough to be a tease but not enough to be satisfying. I formed another sucker over her clit, earning me a needy moan. Then I stopped.

“Tell me,” I urged. I’d forgotten what information I was after. I hoped she remembered. “Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll fuck you good. I’ll make you come so hard you’ll never want anyone else ever again.”

She shuddered. “You better make good on that promise. Okay. Some crazy wolf shifter showed up at The Witch’s Brew and claimed I was his mate. He said he was summoned by the spell, too.”

An angry growl tore from my throat. “Did he hurt you?”

“No. He tried to claim me or whatever, but then two cops showed up and got him out of my hair.”

Claim her? No fucking way. Until I was done with her, Penny was mine. The hand that wasn’t holding her wrists gripped her ass and squeezed.

“You are not his. I answered the summons first. Which means you’re mine. All mine.” I bent my head to cover her mouth, my lips meeting hers in a hungry, demanding kiss.

There was no missing the sparks of magic that immediately flew from her at my touch.

I slid my hand up her side, tracing the curve of her waist and gliding up her back before tangling in her hair. I tilted her head to deepen the kiss as her body grew soft in my arms. Her lips parted, and I thrust my tongue in, groaning at the sweetness of her mouth.

Our tongues dueled in a sensual dance that left us both panting.

“Prax.” The sound of my name on her lips was like a siren’s song.

I growled in response, only long enough to nip at her jawline and run a scorching trail of open-mouthed kisses down her throat. Her hips bucked, silently begging for more.

I gladly complied, thickening the smoky limb in her cunt, and pressed the sucker to her clit again. Then I started to finger fuck her, curving the appendage to hit her g spot perfectly. Her arms tightened around me, and she screamed into my mouth as fresh wetness dribbled down her legs.

Magic swirled around us, heady and delightful. The very air around us crackled and churned as the room filled with otherworldly energy, enveloping us in a warm, comforting embrace and caressing our skin like a lover’s touch. Penny was practically glowing with it.

Wonderful! My little witch did replenish her magic through sex! Though, from the surprised look on her face, it appeared she’d never known it. Was that useless ex-fiancé of hers so bad in bed that she’d never found out? Lame.

No matter. She was mine now, and that meant it was my responsibility to show her everything she’d missed.

Our eyes locked, hers half-lidded with lust and mine full of carnal promise. I wasn’t done with her yet, not with this new, exciting discovery. We were a perfect give and take, a faultless trade of magical and sexual energy, a match truly made in heaven—if that even existed.

I’d only planned to go this far when we’d started, but now I couldn’t hold myself back. I shoved her backward onto the bed and sank to my knees on the floor in front of her.

Her sex glistened with her release, and her slit was still slightly open from my explorations. I longed to taste her, but when I leaned in, her knees suddenly slammed shut teasingly, depriving me of my prize.

I growled and pulled her knees apart with my hands.

“Keep them open, little witch.”

I bent my head and licked her from slit to clit before thrusting my tongue inside. She whimpered and tossed her head against the bed as I lapped up her juices. When I latched onto her clit and suckled, her knees slammed down once more on my ears.

I tsked. “Bad girl. If you can’t hold them apart yourself, I’m going to have to do it for you.”

I pushed her higher on the bed, then sent out two smoky arms that wrapped around her ankles and wrists and morphed into manacles. Since they were my own soul stuff, I made sure to make the insides of them soft and padded so they wouldn’t leave a mark. They pulled her arms and legs toward the four corners of the bed, holding her firmly in place.

She might be struggling against the manacles and chains, but desire radiated off her in waves. I stood before her, admiring my handiwork as I stroked my cock, getting ready for her.