25. Isla
Chapter 25
Isla
WEDNESDAY
I couldn’t hear him.
Crouched down behind a few bushes to remain hidden, adrenaline pounded in my ears and excitement made me almost jittery as I tried to listen out for the incubus stalking me. Not a footstep or brush of a plant being pushed aside to give a hint at where Echo was in the greenhouse. Part of me played with the idea of leaving the greenhouse, but that thought was dismissed by Cassius’ wave of displeasure.
‘Can you tell where he is?’ I asked as I carefully made my way around the giant hogweed. No need for him to end up with blisters or irritation by messing with the plant in his search.
‘No. He’s staying silent.’ Cassius sounded begrudgingly impressed with the other man.
‘No need to sing his praises too loudly.’
I walked carefully in the dark, trying to figure out where I was. The self-created cover of darkness made it harder for him to find me, but it also made it harder for me to keep away from the truly dangerous plants that called this place home.
‘He’s close by.’
‘Where?’
Mocking laughter teased the air before a hot body slammed into me, causing me to tumble to the rocky path. Instinct took over. I fought hard, attempting to buck him off, but he easily pinned me to the ground with a derisive snort.
‘Right there.’
‘So helpful. Thanks.’
“You like being hunted?” Echo rasped as his fingers slipped between my legs. An aroused whimper trembled out of me as he easily sank two fingers inside. There was no denying the new gush of wetness as he finger fucked me. “Fuck yes, you do. So damn twisted.”
“Are you complaining?” I snarked, attempting to clench my legs together. It took little effort on his part to keep me from succeeding.
“You certainly aren’t,” he said, withdrawing his fingers from me. My mouth opened to snap back with some kind of comeback, but the sound turned into an outraged cry when Echo clamped a hand over my mouth. “You talk too much, Isla. Normally, I like listening to the sound of your voice, but unless you’re screaming, I’m not interested right now.”
Echo reached behind himself then moved his hand, immediately replacing the warmth of his flesh with cold tape. Where the hell had he found that?! My muffled protests were ignored as he pressed on a third strip of tape harder than he needed to.
Bastard.
As Echo tossed the tape aside, I used the second of inattention to try to get up, but it was no use. He was ready for me. His hard grip used my hair to yank my body to a stop. I slammed into the ground again with no cushion and absolutely no care in his gaze.
Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to just give in, digging my fingers into the ground to try to get away. My magick thrummed along the surface of my skin, but I didn’t want to actually hurt Echo. There were too many plants here that could permanently maim or kill him. I had to keep my powers in check.
“You can crawl for me another time, Isla.”
Crawl?!
Anger flared, but it was gone a second later when he gripped my waist with one hand and pushed my face into the ground with the other. He slammed into my pussy, making me try to scream, and my eyes rolled back as I spasmed around his cock.
Echo pounded into me like his dick was a weapon. He was an incubus on a mission, his magick filling the air around us until every inch of my skin was extremely sensitive.
The hand on the back of my head shifted, using a fistful of my hair to pull me up. Echo was a lot stronger than I thought he was, and he easily manhandled me. With my back arched, my breasts bounced hard with every thrust.
“You’re going to let me in, witch,” he rasped, the hint of steel clear in his voice making me shiver. “If you don’t, I’ll fucking edge you until I break that twisted mind of yours. Give. In.”
The only response I could give him was a moan.
“Are you imagining I’m someone else, Isla? Maybe that professor I saw you kissing?” he asked darkly, his fingers roughly playing along my clit.
I tried to shake my head, but his question made me imagine adding a third into the mix. Red and orange eyes would watch us closely as he leaned against the plant-covered wall. I could imagine him slowly pumping himself. Fuck, the idea of us putting on a show for him was arousing as hell.
Echo bit down on my neck where my throat met my collarbone. My entire body tensed at the pain, but there was no denying the way my body jerked in his firm hold.
“You’re thinking of him here, aren’t you?” he murmured against my skin. “Too bad he isn’t here to see how I’m going to fuck you until the only name on the tip of your tongue will be mine. It will be days until you don’t feel me against you, inside of you. I don’t care if he’s a fae. He isn’t an incubus, and he’ll never be me. Let him claim your lips because I’m claiming every other fucking inch of you.”
Echo yanked himself out of me and spun me around so we faced each other. A completely feral man stared back at me, his eyes wild and cheeks flushed. He maneuvered me to straddle him, holding his cock at my entrance and pushing me down until my ass rested on his lap.
He sucked a nipple into his mouth as he guided my hips, urging me to ride him while he played with me. His other hand came up, ripping the tape off.
“Echo!”
“Fuck, I love the way you say my name,” he ground out against my breast. “Use that mind of yours. Tell me your fantasies, Isla. Every dirty detail. Hold nothing back. Only then will I make you come.”
I forced myself to look down at him. His pupils were so wide his eyes looked almost black, though maybe that was his full incubus taking over. After this, I was making it a priority to find out more about incubi because Echo was right, I’d never be able to forget him after this.
‘Tell him something, beastie,’ Cassius replied, lust thick in his crooning voice. I could feel his arousal in my mind. ‘Feed him every fantasy and let him drink you down. Make it so he doesn’t forget you either.’
God, I loved how Cassius knew me so well. I could never back down from a competition.
“I think my fantasies might surprise you, Echo,” I replied with a roll of my hips, loving the way he scraped his teeth over my nipple before moving to my other breast.
“Tell me everything,” he ordered.
“I want you to crawl for me, Echo. Every moment of pleasure and pain would be mine to control. There are times I’d love to play like this, letting you have your moments to be in charge of me, but I can picture you coming back from class and begging for permission to eat me out while I do my homework in my room. The way I’d make you crawl and debase yourself for me.”
Harsh breathing filled the space between us, and I cupped his face, pushing him away so I could look into his eyes. I needed to watch the expressions flickering across his face.
“You’re so jealous of that professor. He tasted like fire and darkness, with a hint of sweetness on his tongue before he left me wanting more.” I chuckled at the hint of Echo’s anger, thriving on his reaction and Cassius’ hungry silence. He wanted me to continue as much as the incubus I was fucking.
“Were you expecting something else, Echo? Maybe a bit more... passive? I have some experience, a bit of play at clubs, and while I do enjoy letting someone else be in charge, I crave giving that to someone else.”
“Isla,” he gasped. Eyes wide, he held my hips still so he could take over, fucking me hard and fast. He shifted, laying me down on my back until he hovered over me. My breasts bounced between us with every movement. I kept my grip on his face, refusing to let him look away from me.
“You like that,” I breathed, matching his rhythm and meeting him thrust for thrust. He moaned, trying to move his face out of my hands, but I dug my nails into his flesh keeping him in place. Gasping breaths shuddered out of him, but I shushed him, humming to give him some kind of comfort. “Harder, Echo. Fuck me harder . Ask me to come.”
The sound of flesh hitting flesh increased as his magick wound tighter and tighter around us, covering us in a thick blanket of sex.
“I’m so close.”
“Play with my clit, Echo. Get me there,” I ordered.
Obediently, he slipped his hand between our bodies, circling my clit.
“I’m going to come,” I told him, my back arched. “Together, Echo. Fill me up and drink me down.”
A strangled cry was ripped out of him as he threw his head back. His orgasm set me off, and I screamed his name. We gave in together, and whatever this moment happened to be was exactly what he needed. Warmth filled my veins as energy rushed in and out of me.
Magick exploded in the small space. Red tendrils swirled in the air, playing with glimmering green and black magick. I’d never seen magick before, but something in my gut told me that was exactly what I was seeing. Is this what Wells sees all the time? It’s beautiful.
Swirling black smoke surrounded Echo. My eyes shot up, and my lips parted in shock. In the darkness, I could see the faint outline of Cassius standing there. He looked exactly how he did in mirrors and windows.
Black ink covered almost every inch of flesh, and piercing amber eyes stared me down as smoke thrust into Echo’s open mouth. He started to choke, but the sound transformed into a moan before his cock swelled. He came inside of me again as his throat bobbed in a harsh swallow.
Was... Was Cassius fucking him? How was that possible? There was no denying what I was seeing with my own eyes.
‘Cas!’
‘Isla,’ he rasped.
‘What… How?!’
‘I don’t know.’
Then the magick started to fade. The smoke and tendrils disappeared as heaviness settled into my limbs. Echo collapsed on top of me, and Cassius disappeared from view. For the first time in forever, Echo felt at ease.
“Echo?” I asked, needing to check in on my friend.
A soft snore was his response. Moving around, I pulled him out of me and cuddled with him on the ground, ignoring the pain that shot through me when I wrapped my body around his.
Echo had fed off of both Cassius and myself, but that was a mystery for another time.
Humming quietly, I ran my fingers through his soft hair, smiling when he snuggled in closer to use my breasts as a pillow. I didn’t know what this meant for our friendship, but I did know that he wasn’t going to run away and hide from me after this. We weren’t leaving this greenhouse until we had come to an understanding.
If the rut was even over.
Echo’s hard cock had me wondering if we had weathered the storm or were merely in the calm center of it.