Chapter 16
“So… what exactly do we need to do for you to feed?”
Rafa’s tone is calm, casual even. As if he’s asking about the weather.
As if we aren’t about to have hot, potentially homicidal, demonic sex.
One of my ratty towels barely hangs around his waist, while he uses another to scrub the wet locks on the back of his head.
He just finished a long shower, even shaved, and he’s standing in the doorway of my bedroom.
It’s a little before seven, so we have over an hour before I should even show up at the Benevolent Society.
But the pressure of the limited time window still bears down on me.
I shift my weight from bare foot to bare foot on the rough carpet and nervously tap the tips of my index fingers in front of my tummy.
“I think it can be pretty much anything. As long as it’s together.” I feel a blush rising to my cheeks. “And we, uh, both come.”
He smirks at my little-boy embarrassment with the sex talk.
He clearly has a lot more experience than I do.
And all his bruises from the Benevolent Society have faded to near invisible, so he must have accelerated healing.
Just another sign of how strong he is. But if I look closer, there’s fear in his eyes, tension just behind the bright flecks of gold over warm brown and green.
He’s trying to hide it from me, but even though what we’re about to do was his idea, that doesn’t mean it’s not terrifying. We’re both taking a hell of a risk.
He leans his shoulder against the edge of the doorway and takes me in from top to bottom. A spark of naughtiness seems to overcome his nerves.
“Damn. You really are cute.”
I stand next to my bed in a black T-shirt and loose white boxers—my thick hairless legs, arms, and feet the only skin on display.
But his expression is so thirsty, I feel completely naked in front of him.
I notice his own package plumping under the terrycloth around his waist, and my heart starts to beat faster.
He detaches from the doorway to saunter over, his walk sensual, like a big cat. He flicks the towel he was using for his hair down onto the far side of the bed. It’s like something from a porn video.
That towel around his waist is all he’s wearing now, so this is also my first view of his sculpted pecs, chiseled six-pack, and perfectly manscaped treasure trail of jet black hair.
(I mean, I think it’s manscaped. There’s a good chance he was just born to look like a classic centerfold.) There’s no denying this is hot.
What’s happening right now would be anyone’s fantasy.
I’m scared, too, though. About hurting him. But also for myself.
Keen eagerness swells in my chest at the sight of this beautiful, vulnerable man, but it’s not just arousal.
It’s a ravenous yearning, a bone-deep need to have him, to make him mine.
It’s my hunger, flaring strong—and it doesn’t feel as alien as before.
Less like some vicious creature living inside and more…
like me. Maybe a darker part, even a younger part, but after using my powers, after feeding on Collin, the line between who I thought I was and my incubus nature is becoming a lot more blurred.
And now that I’m going to give it what it wants, will I really know when to stop?
Rafa closes in to stand just in front of me, near enough to feel his body heat. Since he’s a full head taller, I have to tilt up my chin. His saucy grin makes it clear that he’s the experienced one here. The confident one. Both true things, but it feels like he’s playing them up for my benefit.
“I want you to know we can do whatever you want, Alvin. Because of what you are, there’s no risk of disease, so it’d be cool if you came inside me. Preferably in my ass. But it could be my mouth.”
The direct sex talk sends my blush fully up into my hairline—which might have been the point—but I keep eye contact. Maybe I am innocent in some ways, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have full responsibility here.
He continues, “Usually, I share a whole list of limits, but I totally trust you.” He winks. “I don’t think you’re the type to deliberately break anything or leave permanent marks.”
The gold in his eye twinkles in the light of my nightstand lamp, like the thought of me hurting him is laughable.
But it’s not.
I reach out and grip his forearm. The thick arm hair is softer than I expect it to be.
“Rafa, I’m going to do everything I can to take care of you. I promise.” I push so much meaning into those words, they press inside my chest toward him. I will them to be stronger than my hunger.
He glances down at my hand, and the confident, in-charge expression falters a bit and becomes more thoughtful. Younger. He takes a full breath, and I can hear the vulnerability in his voice.
“I believe you, Alvin,” he says simply, glancing down at my hand. “I know you will.”
We stand there a moment, and it suddenly feels very real, very raw between us. He’s no longer some guy from a hot porn scene or the big hero trying to make me feel everything’s okay. Instead, he just seems very human, very Rafa.
He bites his lower lip. “Look. I’ve been thinking. There is one thing I want to ask for.”
“Of course. Name it!”
“I know I’m not going to have any control, and I certainly don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, but while this is happening…
would you mind if we kissed? Maybe just at the end?
I get that you’re into this other guy—or whatever he is—and it’s not something I usually want during a hook up, but with how we’re doing this, I think it would make it better for me. ”
He doesn’t meet my eyes, and his frown is bashful, a blush warming his perfect cheekbones. But he doesn’t seem scared anymore. If anything, that makes him look even more vulnerable.
He’s letting me know this means something to him.
And yeah, I do like Collin. A lot. But if I’m being honest, being with Rafa means something to me too.
I don’t think I could go through with this—use my seduction powers, feed on someone I could hurt—with anyone else.
And maybe that’s the difference between my incubus hunger and who I really am.
It doesn’t matter what my monster wants—this handsome, brave guy will never be just a meal for me.
“Rafa, I know I needed some convincing and, yeah, I do like Collin, but I’m not just doing this because I have to.” I remove my hand from his and slide it up his bulging bicep to his firm, rounded shoulder. “I like kissing you. I like you.”
He inhales sharply at my stroke. His expression sharpens, becomes more interested. “You just need to feel safe.”
“Yeah,” I say, catching onto the arousal in his voice, my own interest building.
He smiles down at me. Warm. Certain. It doesn’t feel like an act, anymore. We’re in this together. I’m not alone.
“Okay,” he says, his voice low and husky. “I’m ready.”
“All right. Okay.” I take a deep breath to steady my nerves. “Count of three. One, two, three.”
My monster was already chomping at its bit, its full focus on the gorgeous, half-naked man only inches away.
I let go of my control, just a little, and that’s all it takes.
A scorching bridge of raw desire springs up between me and Rafa, like a limp parachute snapping full of air.
A vibrating connection of pure, overwhelming lust hooks deep inside.
Rafa’s pupils blow out into wide, black circles, and he sucks in a breath.
“Oh. Oh, wow,” he gasps, high-pitched.
The craving hits me just as hard this time.
Eager fascination blazes into my chest and throat, like the most intense crush ever, and blows away any shred of hesitation I’d been feeling.
My vision tunnels, and my pulse starts to race.
Rafa blooms into a stunning object of allure, the most beautiful, intoxicating man I’ve ever seen.
And even more intoxicating because of the absolute control I now have over him.
It’s like I hold his beating heart in the palm of my hand.
I step in closer and bring our bellies together so I can feel more of his heat and the brush of that treasure trail. And so he can feel me.
“How you doing?” My voice is husky and thick. I’m not asking out of concern. I want to hear how much he needs me.
“Christ, I want you so much…” he whines between short, shaky breaths. All his muscles shudder like coiled springs, like he can barely hold himself back.
His erection springs out of his towel and buries itself into my stomach, lifting my soft flesh.
Unlike with Collin, though, I feel zero embarrassment about my body.
Instead, the heat of his wide mushroom cap tingles my skin, and my dick enthusiastically responds, tenting and straining the thin cotton of my boxers.
Buzzing energy trickles across the bridge between us and enters my arms. I want to use it to throw him onto the bed.
I want to make him squirm with pleasure under the weight of my hands.
So what’s stopping me?
I reach down to grip Rafa’s hips and lift him up. He doesn’t feel light as a feather like at the Benevolent Society, not yet, but he’s not much more than a heavy bag of groceries to me, and I easily raise him a few feet off the ground.
My muscles are filling with tingling power, and we haven’t even done anything yet.
His head is just a foot from the low ceiling, and he beams down with surprised delight. That turns me on more, so I pivot to rapidly sprawl him on the bed and use the flat of my palm to roughly push him completely down on his back.
“God,” he whispers. “I love how powerful you are.”
That so? I can work with that.