Chapter 2 Amarhuk （Rook）
AMARHUK (ROOK)
This woman!
Izzy.
I shouldn’t have cared about her name, but I did.
Red flag number one.
Then there was her body, tall and curvy.
I was all about eye-contact, gazing into a woman’s soul.
Yet, when we’d stepped out into a late summer night of sweltering heat, and she’d absentmindedly undone one more button on that tight shirt, I couldn’t help tracing my gaze over the exposed fullness of her breasts.
Getting lost in a woman’s body, that was red flag number two.
I forced my gaze back up. Izzy’s eyes were deep blue, but they’d been sea-green when we’d first met.
That shifting color was what had made me think she was a nymph.
I still did, but it was clear she had no clue.
Probably the child of an exile, but being an orphan, she wouldn’t have known her heritage.
I’d have to report her to my master and the Veilblood Council when I returned to Seial, but that was a problem for tomorrow.
I didn’t want to ruin the vibe Izzy and I had going.
Besides getting that deep with a woman was red flag number three.
Neither of us wanted anything deep. We were both here for a good time.
And if she was a nymph, I could guarantee we’d have an amazing time tonight.
I didn’t get a pass to the human realm often, so when I did, I made the most of it.
I loved giving some unsuspecting human the best sex of his or her life.
But sex with a nymph was second only to sex with a succubus, and since I tended to stay away from my own kind, nymph it was.
And this nymph, Izzy, was doing a number on me. As an incubus, I had exquisite control over my body when it came to sex. But I was only half incubus. My father had been salmaeri, a demon of fire and bloodlust. Maybe that was why I couldn’t seem to control myself tonight.
I’d never been so achingly hard for a woman. So rigid it hurt to walk. Every jolt of my cock against my zipper felt like jagged shards of glass on my shaft.
I needed to be naked… now.
I was losing my shit… and I loved it!
I got a thrill out of testing my limits. Izzy was a challenge. It had been ages since any woman had gotten under my skin like this. Time to see just how far I could push myself, or in this case, how long I could restrain myself.
“This is my place,” Izzy rasped, breathless.
We’d both been walking fast, hurrying to get here. The scent of her arousal billowed off her: sweet apples and cinnamon, perfect, delicious, intoxicating. I couldn’t help but drink it in with every breath. I needed to get her naked and make her scream.
She fumbled with her keys.
I groaned.
She hissed a laugh. “Impatient?”
With her? Hell yes!
She dropped her keys, bending over, thrusting her ripe round ass in front of me. It took every ounce of control I had not to grab her hips and pull her back against me.
My groan this time was far too loud.
Another chuckle escaped her as she wiggled her ass, apparently quite aware of what she did to me.
“Like it?”
“Babe,” I hissed. “I love it. When we get upstairs, I’m going to destroy it.”
“Fuck,” she drew out the word as she got up and finally put her key in the lock. She turned back to me as the door swung open, eyes wide and shimmering deep blue. Her hair was near to platinum blond now, even though she’d been a brunette when we’d met.
Nymph. Definitely.
“Destroy?” she muttered under her breath.
“Torture,” I breathed, “with orgasms.”
The blue in her eyes vanished as they dilated fully. “Oh.” She swallowed hard. Her aroused scent pulsed off her. Cinnamon. No woman had ever smelled so delicious to me.
I rushed in, she closed the door, and we hurried up three flights of stairs.
Once inside her tiny apartment, I spun her around, pinning her to the door.
“You’re killing me,” I said before pressing every inch of me that I could against her, including my lips to hers.
She opened instantly, hungry. Her long legs lifted to clamp around my waist, her core grinding over my incredibly uncomfortable cock, still trapped in my pants. I’d forgotten the very important step of stripping before pressing myself against her.
I wanted to strip, undo her buttons or mine, but we were too close, too heated, too intense.
Fuck it, time to commit. I bucked my hips against hers, grinding my ridge over her pussy with the door behind her for pressure.
She moaned into my mouth, desperate, close.
Her scent nearly overpowered me, delicious, delirious.
I was going to have a permanent imprint of my zipper on my cock, but fuck it, I didn’t care.
I raked a hand up her side, bringing her shirt with it. She was so hot, her flesh seared my palm. Me, a fire demon! Slipping my thumb underneath her shirt I traced it over her lacy bra, squished between us. When I found her nipple, I flicked that rigid nub and…
She shuddered, falling apart, hips bucking and jerking, body shaking as she came.
As an incubus, I could make most women come a hundred times before feeling the need to release, but Izzy… She tested me.
Her scent.
The raw abandon of her lust.
Her writhing body against mine.
The hot mess of moisture spreading over my dick through all the layers between us.
It nearly made me come in my pants, something I’d never done before.
I loved the challenge of resisting it, the strain of testing of my body and will. It was glorious.
She was glorious.
I needed her. All my red flags went taut as I realized that.
Screw it.
I ignored the chorus of warning bells in my head. I couldn’t get enough of this woman, and I’d be damned if I left now.