Heatwaves

Chapter Seventeen

A s soon as Wyatt’s sweats pool around his ankles, I turn my attention back to his cock and lick my lips. There’s nothing quite like having sex with an incubus—or at least with my incubus.

Not my incubus.

I shake my head, trying to clear my head of that thought immediately.

No matter how much I might want him to be mine, he never will be. I can’t allow him to be.

I can’t let anyone get close enough to hurt me like they did.

Fuck.

That’s definitely not where I want my thoughts either. Isn’t that why I’m kneeling on the floor in the first place? Because I didn’t want to talk to Wyatt about the four of them?

The wound they left when they disappeared is even more raw after spending my heat with them. I just couldn’t make myself send them away.

What I’m feeling right now is totally on me and the decisions I made, but that doesn’t mean I want to talk about it.

My head is such a mess. I can’t even attempt to wrap my head around it all.

Hence the distraction.

I close my hand around his girth, both of us moaning together as I stroke him.

Wyatt’s hands slide into my hair, pulling just tight enough for me to be aware of the hold without him trying to take control. I lick along his length before closing my lips around him, hollowing my cheeks as I move up and down him.

I hum around him, loving the groan that falls from his lips. A groan I echo when his magic rushes into me, turning my arousal up to a ten.

This right here is why sex with anyone else doesn’t compare. He might only be touching me via the hand threaded through my hair, but it feels like his hands are roaming all over my body. It’s a crazy feeling, but as the magic settles over my clit, I know I’ll come before I get anywhere close to drawing him over the edge .

Planting my hands on his thighs, I pop off him and turn my eyes up to meet his. “Fuck my face while you make me come.”

“It’ll be my pleasure,” he says with a smirk, his cock nudging at my lips.

I drop my mouth open, closing my lips around him once more as he slides to the back of my throat. Though I asked him to fuck my mouth, he starts gently, allowing me to adjust to his size. Humming around him to let him know I’m ready for more, I sigh as he picks up his pace. With each thrust of his hips, his cock slips further down my throat.

It’s brutal and everything I need.

My thoughts fall away until all I’m focusing on is the feel of him inside my mouth and throat. The glide of him across my tongue, humming when his pre-cum hits my taste buds.

Salty deliciousness.

A whine spills from my lips as he jerks himself from my mouth before he releases his hold on my hair, his thumb running across my bottom lip. “I’m not coming in your mouth, Lila. I’m going to come in that pretty pussy. On your feet. ”

I push to my feet, not hesitating for a moment. He undoes the tie on my bathrobe and pushes it off my shoulders. I let it flutter to the floor, leaving me naked before him.

Wyatt’s eyes flash with hunger as they rove over my body. A full-body shiver tells me his incubus pheromones are leaking out, and I can’t help wondering if it’s on purpose or if he’s so turned on he can’t help it.

Hopefully, it’s the latter.

His hand whips out, snagging my wrist, and jerks me toward the counter. Another shiver runs through me as the cold granite hits my heated flesh. He pushes between my shoulder blades until my torso is pressed against the counter, and I hiss as my nipples pebble with the temperature change.

He chuckles, using his leg to nudge mine open more. “Look at that pretty, wet pussy. You’re always so wet and ready for me. You’re fucking perfect.”

“Wyatt—“ My words are cut off as his hands settle onto my hips, and he pushes into me.

Panting, my eyes fall shut as I focus on the way his dick stretches me wide open. The friction is delicious, but he’s moving entirely too slowly. With the way he’s holding me, I can’t buck my hips to meet his.

In fact, I can’t move at all.

“Wyatt, please,” I beg as he continues to inch inside of me.

“Please what, babe? What do you need?”

I scoff because we both know what I’m begging for. “More, please. I need more. I need you to fuck me, Wyatt.”

I cry out as he pushes into me fully, his pelvis pressed against my ass. “Whatever my goddess needs, she shall have.”

He pulls out and then slams back into me. I go onto my tiptoes at the force, moaning loudly as he fucks me hard and fast. With each movement, my clit and nipples drag along the counter, spurring me toward my orgasm.

My eyes fall shut as heat courses through me from head to toe, the sensations almost overwhelming.

The air grows heavy with his incubus powers before it settles over my clit. Throwing my head back, my mouth opens on a silent scream as heat courses through me, an orgasm hitting me hard and fast. The first is quickly followed by a second and a third until I’m lying boneless atop the counter, my brain completely offline as he continues to pound in and out of me.

“That’s it? That’s all you have in you?” Wyatt teases, leaning down to kiss my spine.

”I did just come off my heat, Wy,“ I remind him. “Stop dragging this shit out and fill me with your cum.”

He growls, hips snapping against me as he chases his release. His movements become erratic the closer he gets, and then he’s groaning, filling me with his cum. He grinds against my ass as his cock pulses inside of me.

A smaller but still intense orgasm hits me, and I turn my head to capture Wyatt’s lips.

When we break apart, we’re both panting. Wyatt’s body still presses into mine, but the counter has warmed up from my body heat, so it’s not too bad now.

I don’t know how long we lie like that, but eventually, the hard counter becomes uncomfortable.

“Wy, I’m going to need you to get off me.”

Wyatt laughs as he stands, his softening cock slipping from me and his cum running down my leg. He helps me stand before moving to the sink and wetting a cloth. He drops to his knees in front of me, his tongue licking up our combined releases from my leg before cleaning me with the cloth.

He grabs my robe from the floor as he stands, tossing the dirtied cloth into the sink before helping me redress. I can’t tear my eyes off him as he pulls his sweats back on.

He’s just so fucking beautiful.

“Stop it,” he groans. “You can’t look at an incubus like that.”

I blink at him in faux innocence. “Like what?”

Suddenly, Wyatt’s face is hovering in front of mine, having moved faster than my eyes could follow him. “Like you want to eat me for breakfast, Lil.”

“Maybe I do.”

“Or maybe you’re just trying to distract me from the conversation you don’t want to have?”

Just like that, the tension is back. Spinning on my heel, I head for my bedroom. It’s probably time to get dressed, and it’s not because I’m running from him or the conversation I don’t want to have.

Nope. Not at all.

“Lila,” Wyatt calls after me, exasperation clear in his voice.

I ignore him, but I can hear him following me. I know he wants to talk about the guys. I know he wants me to deal with what I’m feeling, but I don’t want to.

I don’t think I can.

Moving into my closet, I fling clothes aside as I try to find something to wear, but I’m just too agitated.

Wyatt knows I don’t want to talk about this. Why can’t he just fucking let it go?

I startle when Wyatt’s hands land on my shoulders, squeezing them before pulling me against him.

“I’m not trying to upset you, Lil,” he murmurs into my hair as he clings to me.

I shouldn’t allow him to hold me like this, but my body naturally relaxes into him. I’ve allowed myself to get too comfortable with him. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was always meant to be a friend with benefits, but somewhere along the way, he became something more.

He became someone I rely on—something I promised myself I wouldn’t do again. Relying on other people always ends up with me being hurt.

Yet, here I am .

I bite my lip, refraining from telling him that it’s okay because it’s not. When I tell him I don’t want to talk about it, he should respect that.

I hate the idea of hurting him, but isn’t that what he’s doing to me by trying to force the topic?

Frustrated with both him and myself, I pull out of his arms and grab a summer dress. I pull it over my head, not bothering with undergarments before I turn to face him.

“This is something I don’t want to talk about, Wyatt. If you can’t respect that, then you need to go.”

Wyatt opens his mouth to respond before snapping it shut, nodding.

Sighing with relief, I wrap my arms around him and lay my head on his chest. I love listening to the sound of his heart beating in his chest—almost as much as I love being in his arms.

I’m so fucked.

“So, what do you have planned for the day?” I ask him as I pull back.

A soft smile paints his lips as he stares down at me, and I swallow hard.

Nope. Not dealing with that .

Tearing my eyes away from him, I ignore the emotions in his eyes as I step past him. I can’t deal with that on top of the others showing back up.

I’ve hit my wall of the amount of emotions I can deal with for the day. Hell, for the week or maybe the month.

Can’t I go back to how it was before? When everyone who didn’t know me thought I was an ice princess?

Emotions suck.

“I need to go see my parents and go catch up on some work. Nothing exciting. What about you?” He follows me out of the closet and sits on the edge of the bed to pull on his socks and a shirt.

I shrug, still refusing to meet his gaze. “I think I’ll go for a swim. It’s been a while since I just swam.”

Wyatt hums his agreement. Silence fills the room, and I can’t seem to stop from glancing up at him. Unsurprisingly, his eyes are on me.

Shaking my head, I leave him to finish getting ready and head for the kitchen. Glancing out the window, I frown when I see how many people are out in the ocean.

Damn it.

There goes swimming here. I’ll have to drive down to another beach that’s less crowded. I don’t need to be hit in the head with a surfboard on top of all the other shit I’ve been dealing with.

Usually, there aren’t many people out on the beach since it’s private, but as I step onto the back deck, I can hear music pounding from a few houses down. It appears someone is having a party.

I don’t realize Wyatt has joined me until his hand lands on my shoulder. Glancing back at him, I smile.

“All ready to go?”

He nods. “I guess you’ll be heading elsewhere to swim?”

I scoff, eyes flicking back over the ocean. “Sadly, yes. I don’t need a repeat of last year.”

Wyatt snickers. “What? You don’t want to be rendered unconscious by a surfboard? I figured you loved it.”

“Yeah, right.” My mouth tugs up at his ridiculousness. “It’s fine. I haven’t been out to the cliffs in a while. The only ones who swim there are shifters.”

“Better grab some shoes then. You don’t want Mark to pull you over and find you barefoot again.” Wyatt laughs when he sees the look on my face, his head falling back with how hard he’s laughing.

Ignoring his laughter, I breeze past him and back into the house. “It’s such a ridiculous law. Why the hell do we have to wear shoes to drive? Plus, no one but Mark enforces it. So fucking stupid.”

Wyatt’s arms snag around my waist as he lifts me into the air, nuzzling my neck. My body tenses before falling completely still and relaxed.

It has to be his incubus pheromones that make me react like this, right?

“It’s because he wants in your pants, and you won’t give him the time of day.” His lips skim across my neck, sending shivers through me.

Everything about this man screams sex.

Makes sense since he’s an incubus.

Shaking my head, I pull out of his arms so I can think clearly. “No, he doesn’t.”

Wyatt rolls his eyes. “Says the woman who can never tell if someone is interested in her.”

“I can too.”

He just lifts his eyebrows, and I frown.

Okay, so maybe I’m not great at knowing when someone is into me. But Mark?

Nope. That’s a big fat no from me.

“Then maybe you should find him a succubus or something to distract him so he’ll leave me alone.” I slide around him to pull the sliding glass door closed and lock it.

Usually, I leave it unlocked, but there are way too many people I don’t know down on the beach right now.

“Lil, we can’t just throw sex demons at our problems,” he responds, a hint of laughter in his words.

Why is he laughing? Because it’s something I’ve said to him multiple times.

I turn back to face him with a roll of my eyes. “Let’s go. I’m done dealing with your ass.”

I herd him toward the door, making sure to grab my keys and phone as I go. I tuck them into my pocket—because all of my dresses have pockets. If they don’t have pockets, then what’s the point?

Wyatt pauses beside my car, opening the door for me.

“Why thank you, kind sir.” I grin, ducking to climb in when he stops me.

“Lil,” he sighs, shaking his head. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I think you should hear them out. At least find out why they disappeared.”

I shake my head, cutting him off. “I don’t need to hear them out. I don’t care why they disappeared. I’m over them.”

He makes a face but doesn’t argue with me as he leans down to press his lips to mine. I melt into the kiss, clinging to his shirt.

He pulls back entirely too soon for my liking. “I love you, Lil.”

My entire body locks up at his words.

Attempting to extract myself from his hold, I sigh.

“Wyatt … “ He doesn’t release me, and I grind my teeth before meeting his eyes once more. “You’re important to me—you know that—“

He cuts me off with a scoff, releasing me as he steps back and shakes his head. “That right there? That’s why you need to talk to them. You can’t even admit how you feel about me.”

Glancing away, I bite my lip. “This was never supposed to be more than friends with benefits, Wy. If you—“

“Don’t pull that shit on me, Lil. Don’t act like you feel nothing for me. I know what this was supposed to be, and I also know that’s not what it is anymore. I understand why you can’t admit it, but don’t lie to my fucking face.”

Wincing at his words, I turn my attention back to him. Hurt is written all over his face and in his body language.

I’ve hurt him—again.

That’s what I do every time. I really need to give him up and let him move on. I just can’t bring myself to do it.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur, and he scoffs again.

“Whatever. Just remember one thing, Lil. There’s only so many times you can push me away before I have to start listening to what you’re telling me. One day, you’re going to push too far, and then I’ll be gone. Where will you be then?”

I gasp, lifting a hand to my chest as pain radiates through it, but I don’t stop him.

I never do.

He doesn’t turn back, nor does he look up when he pulls out of my driveway.

Fuck. I really need that swim now.

As if on autopilot, I climb into my car and drive to the cliffs. Putting my car into park, I climb out and take a deep breath.

The salt air instantly makes me feel better as I head down to the beach. Stopping in the soft sand, my eyes bounce across the waves. When I see no one, a sigh of relief escapes me. Pulling my dress off, I drop it to the sand and walk into the water. Once I’m deep enough, I shift.

As my form shifts from human into beluga, I feel at peace for the first time in days.

This is so what I needed.