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

Chapter 24

Penny

Most of my eye makeup survived our lusty liaison, so we were only fashionably late.

Prax was fucking hot in a suit, and it was a good thing I’d gotten a bit of the needy lust out of my system before leaving for the dinner, or else I’d be climbing him like a tree right now, and that wasn’t at all appropriate at an event like this.

There was some mixing and mingling before dinner, and Prax introduced himself to anyone who approached as a collector of varied historical artifacts. That wouldn’t ordinarily mean much since that was the description of almost everyone here, but many of the auctiongoers had already previewed the items and were excited to meet the new collector who decided to put his very rare and impeccably preserved items on the market.

At first, I was surprised that Prax was able to hold his own in a lot of the conversations, especially when it got into the nitty gritty historical details. But then I realized that he had an advantage since what some of these collectors viewed as ancient history had just, in fact, been Prax’s life.

He had one sizable knowledge gap from the Victorian era to about now, which coincided with the time he was forcefully bound to a wizard. The others just assumed that era wasn’t his specialty.

The event’s dress code had specified that monster forms were welcome, but many had chosen to take on human form or wear glamour spells. I’d gotten so used to seeing people walking around Darlington in their natural forms that it felt a little strange.

The food itself was decent, though as I’d expected, the dishes were more style than substance, which was par for the course at events like this. I was going to be hungry again later, but hey, that was what midnight snacks were for.

I kept discreetly looking around throughout the four-course meal, almost expecting something bad to happen, but nothing did. Technically, I still had the concealment spell running. This probably explained why so many people barely acknowledged or talked to me, even though I was right there with my arm hooked through Prax’s. It was nice just to enjoy myself and not have to make small talk for once.

But my little bubble of invisibility was shattered at the door to the auction house.

“Sorry, but only basic glamour spells are allowed inside,” the doorman said, stopping us. “You’re going to have to remove all other forms of magical enchantments on your persons. Security reasons.”

“Oh, sure,” Prax said as his skin darkened and horns started to sprout from his head.

The doorman sputtered. “No! Not you, sir. Keep the human form, please. It makes guests from out of town more comfortable. I mean your date.” He turned to me. “Miss?”

“But she’s not—” Prax started.

“I think he means the concealment spell,” I murmured. “It’s okay. I understand.”

If I’d been wondering how well the spell worked, it didn’t take long for me to have my answer once I turned the spell off. In a bid to grow the event for the next year, the organizers had sent out as many press invites as they could, and it took all of thirty seconds for someone to ask, “Hey, is that Senator Davis’s daughter?” and another ten for someone else to say, “Yeah. Didn’t she just get left at the altar? Who’s that guy she’s with?”

Prax’s hand tightened in mine.

I was suddenly glad I’d taken the time to reapply my lipstick after dinner. Because right now, my makeup felt like armor, and Prax like my shield. He escorted me through the crowd and into the auction room, which had big signs that clearly stated no cameras or filming were allowed. I was sure they’d gotten a few snaps in before we made it inside, but now I felt relatively safe.

Once inside, we sat down, and I relaxed against his body.

“We don’t actually have to stick around, you know. The auction house takes care of everything regarding the sale, and I’m not planning on bidding on anything myself. I just wanted to check out the competition and see how things work. We can sneak out right now through the back, and no one will be the wiser.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I can find out what each item sold for tomorrow. Besides, I’m still hungry.”

I giggled. “That really wasn’t a lot of food. Pretty, yes, but not a lot of food. But I thought incubi only ate for fun. I didn’t know you guys got hungry.”

Prax turned his head, putting his lips right by the shell of my ear. “Food isn’t what I’m hungry for,” he whispered.

Something invisible slid under my skirt and snaked up my legs.

Oh!

“Unless you want me to do this right here.” The invisible limb continued up my leg.

I looked around as the guests started assembling. We weren’t going to be missing much.

I gave his hand a squeeze. “Let’s go.”

We waited until most of the guests with media badges and cameras were looking at something exciting, then hurried down the hall toward the front door. One of them, however, noticed us and followed.

By the time we were slipping out the revolving door, I was panting, and my heart was racing, but our camera-happy friend continued to follow as we ran through the parking lot, ducking behind cars and trucks and giggling like teenagers. The risk of possibly getting caught was thrilling, and my face was flushed by the time we managed to duck into an alleyway and finally lost him.

I panted in Prax’s arms as he grinned down at me, his eyes twinkling.

“That was wild,” I giggled. “Do you think he’ll be back?”

“Maybe. We should hide out for a while.” The alley was a clean one, and Prax led me farther in before climbing onto a balcony, hefting himself up easily, and holding out a hand for me.

I looked down at my dress sadly. “I’m going to rip this to shreds.”

In a blink, he was back next to me and tossing me over his shoulder. I held back a yelp as he started to climb again. I squeezed my eyes shut as the ground dropped farther and farther away. Before long, we were tucked away safely in a pretty rooftop garden belonging to the tea shop below. The shop was closed for the day, and we had the place to ourselves.

Prax didn’t put me down; instead, his hand sneaked up my skirt, gripped my underwear, and slid it down my thighs. I wriggled on his shoulder, but his arms tightened around my legs, holding me in place.

“Shh. Be very quiet, little witch. You don’t want our friend with the camera to see this, do you?”

He slid me down his body, and I felt the hard bar of his cock pressing against me. Lust turned my knees to jelly as he whipped me around and bent me over a large flower planter, his hands rough and demanding.

“I know exactly what I want to do while we wait for him to leave.” Then he was flipping my skirt up over my body.

The evening air was cool against my legs and ass, but it was quickly replaced by the feel of his hot hands kneading and claiming my flesh.

I looked over my shoulder. He was still wearing his suit, but a giant red cock, complete with thick ridges, was jutting out the front of his pants. The tip of it was wet with a drop of silky liquid.

He pushed me down onto the fragrant blooms, and I felt fingers snake up my back and around my neck, holding me in place. The tip of his cock teased at my opening, rubbing up and down and spreading my wetness.

“I swear, I thought I saw them come this way,” said a voice from the alley below.

I froze.

A smoky tendril pressed on my mouth, parting my lips and forcing its way inside. It filled my mouth, formed a gag, then wrapped around my head to make a tight seal.

“Shh,” he hushed softly by my ear.

Then something else—not his cock, because that was still pressed to my cunt—teased at the rosebud of my ass. It was wet and slippery like a tentacle as it pressed its way in. It stung, and I stiffened.

“Relax,” he murmured by my ear. “Don’t tense up. Push against me..”

I did, and it slid in. The sting changed to something else, something pleasurable. It moved, twisting, sliding, growing. As it did, I got wetter and wetter until my juices were dripping down my legs. Still, his cock just pressed against my slit, refusing to fill me.

I rocked my body back, silently begging. He notched the ridged head at my opening but still did not press inside. Something slippery slid down my throat instead, making me gag. Tears squeezed out of my eyes.

It was only when I was overwhelmed by all the sensations, unsure what was pleasure and what was pain, that he finally pushed into my pussy. He didn’t do it slowly, to let me get used to his size. He thrust in hard. His cock, slippery and wet with my juices, lanced into me.

I felt each hard ridge as he spread me open. My scream was absorbed by his smoky gag; it kept our secret as he hammered into me.

Surrounded by the scent of crushed flowers and leaves, unable to do anything but feel, the waves of pleasure edged with pain washed over me. Gone was the alley below. Gone was the photographer. Gone was anything else but Prax, and me, and all the places we joined.

We were one, swirling in a vortex of magical and sexual energy that threatened to swallow the entire world.