Chapter 34 Amarhuk （Rook）
AMARHUK (ROOK)
How…?
How could this one woman be… so much? Be everything?
How could Izzy be sexier than any woman I’d ever known? How could she seduce me with one bat of her eyelashes? Why couldn’t I resist her?
Seeing her in pain had hurt, physically. I’d needed to take her in, hold her.
That had never happened before. I turned down a lot of women, usually when they were asking for seconds. Some pouted, some tried harder, most I left with broken hearts. It was their fault for getting attached when I’d made it clear I was a one-and-done sort of guy.
But now the tables were turned. I’d wanted more of Izzy when she’d made it clear she was done with me. That one night with her hadn’t been enough. She burned in my veins.
Even so, I’d done my best to forget about her, convince myself I’d never touch her again in that way.
It hadn’t been easy, but I’d thought I’d gotten over her.
Then had come her evening escapades with her bonded lover, with so much lust billowing off them, I could practically taste it.
It got me so aroused that nothing I did — not other women, not jerking off — could quell it.
Nothing worked. It was a good thing incubi were made for erections lasting longer than four hours, or I might have been in serious trouble.
Frustrated was an understatement for how I’d felt these last few days, with the woman I desired living next door. Yet, even so, I’d gotten myself to a good place, or so I’d assumed.
But now that she was here, in my arms, desperate, I’d not be able to stop myself from wherever this was headed. If she didn’t stop us, we’d end up naked and sweaty.
And Blazes! My cock wanted that so damned much.
Ever since that first night with her — when she’d not let me penetrate her but had ended things off with a blow job so magnificent I’d seen stars — my cock had craved Izzy Brown.
I needed to be buried inside her, making her scream, feeling her pussy pulse with need over and over.
The one woman who’d denied me had become all I could think about.
But that was the thing.
Incubi didn’t crave anyone. People craved us.
This was all wrong.
Izzy turned the tables on everything. But… how was that possible?
She was just a nymph. Okay, not just a nymph, she was a sexy-as-fuck woman with curves for days, lips like heaven, eyes I couldn’t help but fall into, and the most sinful flavor I’d ever known.
But… she wasn’t a succubus. She shouldn’t have been able to completely overwhelm my senses like this.
Hell, as an incubi, I was pretty much immune to the lures of succubi anyway.
But Izzy…
One look from her and my body burned. One smile and my heart leaped for joy. One heated glance and my cock was a steel rod. One reprimand and my world collapsed.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Whatever it was, I couldn’t think about it now, not with her finally back in my arms. Not with her body responding to my touch, molding to me. Not when every little moan and breath was the sweetest music, like someone whispering secrets in my ear, thrilling me with shivering bliss.
I needed her.
And right now, she needed me.
My mind turned off.
My body… turned on.
And my heart… shouldn’t have had anything to do with any of this, but I feared it was the root of my troubles. Concubi weren’t made for love.
What did I know of love? Nothing.
I couldn’t love Izzy. Because love only led to pain and suffering, a lesson I’d learned early.
Sex and lust were one thing but never get attached, my mother had told me.
Attachments could be taken from you, ripping out your heart.
I’d never experienced it myself, luckily, but my mother had.
I’d seen the pain in her face, the hurt she’d tried to hide.
Love was evil, plain and simple.
That was why I couldn’t love Izzy, because if I did, I was doomed.