Chapter 12. Lex
Billy’s peals of laughter rippled down the phone. She wheezed, and I could picture her clutching her sides, drawing in deep breaths before a fresh wave of laughter overtook her. I should never have trusted my best friend to offer me some serious advice, but the moment she started laughing at the ridiculousness of my situation, my soul was soothed.
It was ridiculous.
Billy’s wheezing laughter was infectious, and I soon found myself matching her tenor. Whatever was constricting my heart seemed to loosen a bit.
After a few steadying breaths, one more fit of laughter, and a few more final breaths, she said, “So, let me get this straight. Your grandma gave you a possessed house, which tricked you into accidentally summoning a sex demon who needs sex to survive, who’s actually your fated mate, that you initially wanted nothing to do with. But now you’ve met him, he’s the most attractive man you’ve ever seen, and he’s kind and considerate. He can’t go back to his own realm and refuses to feed off another, so to feed him and satisfy your own succubus side, you decided to jack off in the same room, which ended up with both of you just watching each other get off. And, without giving away the details—which is what you’re supposed to do for your sex-deprived friends, Lex. I need to live vicariously through you now that you’re fucking a sex demon—it was the most erotic experience of your life. And now you think you might be falling for your fated mate. But instead of fucking his brains out, you’ve banned him from coming downstairs so you can keep writing your thirty-page essay on why Chad deserved a shriveled-up dick, but you can’t write anything because all you’re thinking about is fucking your mate. Did I miss anything?”
“That’s about it,” I said, slumping onto the hard kitchen chair.
The memory of last night had played on a constant loop in my head all morning. The moment Lochran had descended the stairs, his chest bare and his hair sticking out at angles, all I could think about was jumping on to the copper countertop and begging him to fuck me. The way his lip had twitched when he sensed the spike in my desire told me he was thinking of equally dirty thoughts. But all he’d done was make pancakes. He’d eaten with a wide grin on his face, his stomach not grumbling once. My heart swelled at that, a sense of pride that it was because of me that my mate was no longer starving.
Mate .
I hadn’t wanted to use the word, but it just felt right. I should probably have another conversation with Lochran. I needed to tell him why I’d never done the summoning before now, and why I had a sex ban in place. And I should probably tell him that, now that he was here and things had started to progress between us, I was open to reevaluating a relationship.
That was putting it lightly.
After watching him last night, the thought of having any other male in my bed was repugnant. I only wanted Lochran.
The moment I sat up and saw his cum coating his dick and torso, I was a goner. I was used to men coming quickly. It was part of the succubus touch.
But that was mortal men.
I never dreamed I could have that effect on a full-blooded incubus. And I hadn’t even been touching him. It wasn’t my succubus side that drove him wild. It was me. I’d felt a surge of power and control that I hadn’t felt before.
Do you want to see just what you do to me, witch? How quickly you can make me lose control?
The way he’d dragged his fist through his spend, pumping his shaft for me like he needed to show me just how much his cock ached for me. I quivered, remembering how the shadows had pooled around him as he’d thrust up into his fist, the way his wings had materialized behind him, clamped shut, before spreading out, the span almost the length of the room, knocking candles and clutter off the nightstand.
You have me under your spell, and you don’t even realize.
Hearing that had tipped my succubus over the edge. The intensity of the orgasm rolling through me as I thrust my fingers into my pussy, picturing Lochran spearing me with his thick length, was enough that I was seeing stars. The only thing that stopped me from falling back and writhing in pleasure was the need to watch Lochran. The way his dick exploded, his cum spooling out of him in thick jets, made me wish that he’d come inside me, heating my walls with his seed.
My succubus yearned for him.
“What am I going to do, Billy?”
“You could just, you know, lift the ban and have sex with him,” she said, a note of wariness in her voice. Billy had tried her best to understand why I had placed myself into a sex ban, but when I had attempted to explain it to her, I couldn’t quite muster the words to describe how I’d felt. How does one say that she felt betrayed by her succubus? That she couldn’t trust her instinctual needs anymore?
Also, as a wolf shifter and an emerging alpha, Billy was more in tune with her primal side than I could ever understand.
My succubus was only a small part of me. While I didn’t survive off desire like a full-blooded sex demon, the part of me that was desperate to fuck was driven by the biological need to feed. Aside from Lochran, it was rare that I found pleasure in the men I took to bed, but it had always been just enough to quell that side of me. Billy’s wolf, however, had a different primal urge to satiate. Hers was a newly budding need to claim her mate... when she eventually found them. That need was driven by the urge to reproduce, to expand and lead her pack. I didn’t know much about wolves, but I knew it was going to be just as rough a ride for my friend to deny her alpha as it was for me to deny my succubus. Actually, scratch that. It was going to be ten times worse for Billy.
“You’re no help whatsoever,” I said.
“I don’t know why you thought I would be.” A loud bang came from somewhere in the background, loud enough to make me hold the phone away from my ear. “While I have you on the phone, do you want me to come over for, like, moral support during the trial?” Her voice was hopeful, as if she was desperate for a valid excuse to cut the visit with her pack short.
“Yeah, of course, if you want to. But you’ve only been home for a couple of days. Do you not want to spend time with your family?”
What I wanted to say was: “You’re becoming an alpha—your primal urge to dominate a pack will only be satisfied if you’re around other wolves.” But I decided to say nothing. Billy had the grace to not question my seemingly counterintuitive decisions unless I asked her outright, and I’d afford my friend the same grace.
“They’re doing my head in. Honestly, if I don’t have a break from them soon, I might just tear one of their throats out. I think I’ll start with my dad.” The guttural rumble from her throat was threatening, as if she was doing everything within her power not to let her alpha see her own father as a challenger. Yeah, on second thought, it probably would be better for Billy to take some time away from the other wolves.
“I mean, if it prevents you from committing patricide, then I insist.”
“Awesome. I’ve got something important that I need to do first, but I’ll book the flight for the morning of the trial.”
“Can’t wait to see you,” I said, my heart swelling. It had only been a few days since we’d been together, but I felt wrong without my best friend at my side .
“Can’t wait to see you either, Lex. Oh, before I forget, did you see the video of Chad?”
“Video? What video?”
“Oh. My. Goddess. You’re going to want to see this.” A second later, my phone buzzed. “He literally had a major meltdown. Someone filmed it and now it’s gone viral on TikTok. Watch it.” She was attempting to be lighthearted, like it was important for me to see this video but she didn’t want to worry me. The hint of warning that laced her voice gave her away. I had a sudden thought that part of the reason Billy wanted to come see me was her need to protect. Naw, she saw me as her pack.
“Love you,” I said.
I could picture Billy’s smile as she replied, “Love you too, bestie.”
The moment she hung up, I clicked on the link she’d sent.
The video began with the sound of a rowdy bar, most of the image covered with the words #SmallDickProblems and #KeepItToYourselfDude . The words only remained on screen long enough to read them before disappearing, revealing two women sitting at a bar, posing for the camera. The platinum blonde grasped her mimosa. Her lips twinged into a lovely smile as she bit the cardboard straw between her teeth and made a peace sign with her free hand, while her redheaded companion downed a shot before slinging her arm over her friend’s shoulder and smiling for the camera.
At first glance, it looked simply like two friends minding their own business and having a good time. But I spotted Chad in the background almost immediately. As the pair clinked their glasses together, Chad stumbled, sloshing his drink. A worried Brett reached out to steady him, causing Chad to push him away. The commotion was enough for the pair of women to glance over their shoulders before tittering and posing for the camera once more, oblivious that Chad had noticed them.
It wasn’t until Chad had stumbled halfway across the room, an exasperated Brett in tow, that the camera picked up his shouts of “You fucking bitches!”
The women turned their heads toward Chad, who faltered for a split second. He quickly regained his pace, shouting, “What the fuck are you laughing at? You know that witch bitch, don’t you? Stop laughing at my tiny dick!”
“C’mon, Chad!” Brett could be heard before catching up to him and dragging him away.
The women, while visibly shaken, looked at each other before one turned to the camera and said, “What a weird way to announce that you have a tiny dick.” The pair burst into laughter, and the whole video began its loop again.
I scrolled through the comments, most of which were cry-laughing emojis or eggplants. But a few caught my eye.
Glen Brewer
#FindTheWitchAndGiveHerAMedal
Lisa Corvan
#SomeoneGetChadAPenisPump
Sarah Livingston e
No way – that’s my old boss Chad Brunswick. He’s a predator
He’s a predator.
My eyes burned, the tears like lava as they rolled down my face.
That was confirmation enough that he’d attacked other women. The humans wouldn’t have had a hex to throw at him. Most wouldn’t have had the strength to oppose him. A deep and burning hatred for Chad took root inside me. I couldn’t wait for my trial to be over. I had no doubt that I’d be found innocent. And when I was, I’d be going back to Sacramento and directly to the police.
The quiet voice in my head whispered, What if they don’t believe you? You won’t have a crystal to project your memories. It’s your word against his.
My heart ached for the mortal women. How many had been in a his-word-against-hers situation? But it was true. I couldn’t rely on a crystal ball to show the truth. It would be based solely on who they believed. I could just picture Chad standing in front of a judge, a plethora of witnesses agreeing with him that they’d seen me voluntarily leaving the bar with him. I’d have to admit that yes , the first time had been consensual. But not the rest. All Chad would have to do is lie and say something like he had tried to keep it professional, but I’d seduced him during a private meeting, and the chances were that no one would believe me.
Not everyone will believe you , the voices in my head said together, a harmony to their tune. But you don’t need everyone. You just need one to fight in your corner. One who isn’t blinded by his executive charm. One who can understand that consent given once isn’t binding.
Grinding my teeth, I followed Sarah Livingstone’s profile. When I worked up the courage, I would introduce myself.
A knock pulled me back to reality.
I quickly dabbed the sleeve of my jumper to my wet cheeks and prayed my eyes weren’t red enough to give away the fact that I’d been crying.
“Am I allowed in?” Lochran called from the doorway. His voice was calm, and surprisingly, just his presence soothed me. The sexual desire had drained from my body, but I ached to throw my arms around my mate and tell him everything. My body needed him to soothe and comfort me, to wrap his large arms around me, hold me to his chest and tell me that everything was going to be alright.
That it wasn’t my fault.
But I couldn’t do that right now. I needed every ounce of my energy to go into writing this journal. I feared that if I told Lochran everything, the wounds would start to heal. I had to remain raw for now so that I could get every single interaction with Chad down on paper. Once my trial was over, I would remove anything in the journal about magic, hand it to the police, and pray someone would believe me.
As if Lochran could sense exactly what I needed—which, I mean, of course he could , he was an incubus—he didn’t question me, instead busying himself by making a cup of tea, only occasionally glancing over his shoulder to make sure I was alright.
“I’m surprised you’ve managed to keep your promise and stay upstairs for most of the day,” I said as he set a cup of tea in front of me before taking the chair opposite. I’d allow myself a few moments of reprieve before asking him to leave so I could concentrate on the journal in earnest. “What have you been doing?”
Lochran cocked an eyebrow but didn’t answer. His lip twitched into a malevolent grin, exposing his chipped canine as he asked, “Did you get anymore pages written?”
“Um... no,” I said, my hands clasping around the cup, the heat of the tea comforting.
“Was something... distracting you?” he asked sweetly.
Was replaying every detail of my mate spilling all over himself as my fingers were deep inside me over and over distracting? Hadn’t noticed...
Ah, fuck!
I had been in a perpetual state of arousal since breakfast. No wonder Lochran hadn’t come down to disturb me. His dick was probably raw with all the jerking off he’d been doing.
I felt my cheeks flush, and Lochran grinned. “Anyway, I’ll leave you to your... writing,” he said, standing. His fingers grasped around his cup of tea as he made his way around the table. Just as he reached me, he bent down as if to kiss my forehead, but caught himself at the last minute.
That single gesture made my heart break. It was something that I’d seen time and time again between the other couples in the coven. I’d never been with someone long enough for them to want anything other than sex. None of my previous partners had wanted to kiss me in a way that wasn’t sexual—in a way that was just to show me that they cared.
But my mate did.
I really needed to work through whatever it was that was holding me back as soon as possible, because I wanted that part of him too.