Next-Door Incubus, page 19
part #1 of Becoming Lust Series
Damn it.
I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling his cock poke at my entrance. “Please, Eros,” I said. A sudden rush of pleasure warmed my core. “Please give it to me.”
He pushed himself inside of me slowly and groaned. “You’re so wet.” He thrust himself deeper and stilled. I dug my nails into my sweaty palms. This wasn’t happening. This really wasn’t happening.
He pulled my hands away from my top, letting it fall open just enough to see my breasts in the reflection of the glass. “Look at these,” he said, groping one. He rolled my nipple between his fingers and tugged on it. “I’m going to have fun with you.”
I grabbed the handrail, trying not to make a sound as he continued to tug on my nipples. Waves of pleasure were coursing through me already, and he hadn’t even started fucking me yet. “Eros,” I whimpered, gazing at his black eyes through the reflection.
He trailed his fingers up my neck, gripped my chin, and brushed his thumb against my lips. “Shh, shh, shh. Don’t want anyone to hear you yet, do you?”
Yet? I didn’t want anyone to hear me at all.
After chuckling sinisterly into my ear, he thrust himself hard into me, watching my breasts bounce. I pressed my lips together, a muffled moan escaping my throat. Oh, my God.
He stilled. “What did I tell you?” He drew a finger around my nipple. “Do you want everyone to watch me fuck you?” My brows creased, and his grip on my chin tightened. “Huh?”
“N—” Again, he thrust himself into me without warning, fingers harshly rubbing my clit, and I moaned—unable to stop myself.
Eros smirked against my ear. “I’m going to make you scream.” He continued to thrust himself into me, hand pressing on my lower back and making me arch. My breasts were nearly pushed against the door. People brushed against me—backs turned—as the bus continued down the road.
With each thrust his pace quickened, and I wondered how the hell someone hadn’t seen us yet. Maybe they had. All I knew was the pressure in my core was so intense I could feel my pussy quivering. His size expanded inside of me, and I let out a soft moan.
“Fuck, Dani,” he murmured against my ear, pulling me off of the door and watching my breasts bounce again. “Beg for me. I wanna hear you beg.”
I shook my head. Not here. Not now. If I opened my mouth, I wouldn’t have control over what came out of it.
But Eros was having none of it. He pressed his fingers into my lips. “Beg,” he said more forcefully. When I didn’t answer, he grabbed a fistful of my hair. “I can make everyone on this bus turn around and watch you get fucked or we can continue like this. Your choice. If you don’t beg, I’ll choose for you.”
“Eros,” I breathed, pussy clenching. “Please.”
“Louder.”
Someone was going to hear me. They definitely were going to hear me.
“Please…”
He furiously rubbed my clit, and I could feel myself teetering over the edge. Just a few more moments, and I would—
“What don’t you understand about louder?”
After one more deep thrust, I cried out. “Please, Eros.” Waves of pleasure hit me hard, and I grabbed onto the handrail for dear life, my legs trembling. My brows were furrowed together, and I rested my forehead against the window. Holy Hell.
When I was finished, Eros wrapped his arm around my torso and pulled me to him. “Good girl,” he said. He pulled out of me and redid the buttons on my dress until all of them were clasped together.
He zippered up his pants and whistled. Everyone turned back to the positions they were originally in. I breathed heavily, leaning against the door.
This was sin. We were sin. And I loved every second of it.
Chapter 36
After not making eye contact with anyone for the rest of the bus ride—thinking that if I did, they’d know what just happened—Eros and I headed back home. I lit the vanilla candle on my side-table and peeled back the curtains so we could see the city lights in the dark.
Eros laid on the side on my bed, head propped up on his hand. “Did you enjoy that?”
I gave him a half-smile, still feeling weak. Sinning with him had me more excited than it should have. Every day Hell was becoming more tempting.
“Tell me more about what it’s like to be an incubus,” I said sitting on the bed next to him.
“What do you want to know?”
I wanted to know everything—more about the Kingdom of Lust, more about the path to Hell, more about sinning. But, instead, I said, “How many lovers have you had?” And I nearly slapped a hand over my mouth when I did. He’d probably had hundreds, while I’d only slept with cheater-turned-demon Trevon and a lousy kid in high school who thought that 10 seconds of jackhammering would make me cum.
All emotion faded from his face. “I’ve had many sexual partners—too many to count, to be honest with you.”
I played with the hem of the blanket. “Is that… normal? And also... more than one partner at a time? Kasey has an open relationship, Zane told Maria that he wanted one too...”
He sat up, thumb playing with his ring. “Yes, it’s normal to have multiple partners at the same time. Many sex demons have open relationships, and it’s common to practice polyamory.”
My heart nearly dropped. Of course, they would desire more than one partner. They had needs. But did that mean Eros was seeing someone else right now too? I didn’t want to believe it, but after Trevon cheated on me, I couldn’t shake the thought of being with a man and not knowing if he had someone else on the side.
“Oh,” I whispered, my gaze falling to the bed. Maybe I should’ve waited to tell him that I was sure I wanted us, until that lustful feeling went away, and I truly understood what came along with dating a demon.
It wasn’t just amazing sex. It was wondering if I was the only one in his life or if he had been hiding someone else from me this whole time. It was wondering if I could ever compare to any sex demon that Eros slept with before me. I was just human after all.
And he was being more suggestive than usual today with that waitress. Maybe she was his lover or maybe he wanted to gage whether I’d be okay with him seeing other people.
“Dani, I—”
“No, Eros. It’s okay. You-you don’t have to explain yourself.” My eyes watered as I stared at the city lights which looked so bright against the darkness outside.
“That’s not—”
I held my hand up and pressed my lips together. “Please, I don’t want to hear it. It’ll break my heart.” I grabbed Mom’s pendant in my hand and squeezed it harder than I ever had before and stood. “Maybe we aren’t a good idea. I can’t get into that type of relationship right now and—”
He grasped my face in his hands, thumbs brushing over my cheekbones. “Dani! Listen to me.” His eyes were a piercing green. “I don’t want a polyamorous relationship.”
“You don’t?”
“And, please, don’t think that I’ve been fucking someone else this whole time. Yes, I’ve had multiple partners at once, but only when everyone was comfortable with it. I’ve honestly only desired one partner at a time.”
We sat in silence, just staring at each other. His eyes shifted through a hundred shades of green—each a different emotion—and finally settled into a soft emerald. “When I was a child, there was a couple in the Kingdom of Lust who only had each other for partners and wouldn’t take anyone else. At that time, I thought that being committed to one person was best because I had experienced thousands of years with polyamory and didn’t understand love.”
“You had never experienced love in a polyamorous relationship?”
He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Not personally,” he said. But I knew that it could happen. Kasey had a strong relationship with Aarav and Mycah. “I guess it was just the world I grew up in, seeing my parents around different people—never really happy with any number of them.” His frown deepened. “One day I’m sure that I could care for more than one person at a time, but right now I just need to learn how to care again, and I want to care about you.”
This man. I drew him into a hug and smiled. I loved this side of him.
When I pulled away, he was tense. “You’re okay with that?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re okay with what I told you—” He hesitated. “That I only want one romantic partner, right now?”
“Hell, yes,” I said. And—to my surprise—the words ‘right now’ didn’t bother me like I thought they would.
A smile flashed across his face for a brief moment, but then it vanished and turned into something much darker. “In the Kingdom of Lust, it’s seen as a disgrace if you only take one romantic partner. My parents hated me for it.” He pressed his lips into a thin line, suddenly becoming quiet. The only sound in the room being the candle crackling in the corner. “They punished me,” he said.
I clenched my fist. They hated his decision so much that they punished him for it? That was rotten.
“How?” I asked, after relaxing my fist. I didn’t want to bring up painful memories, but Mom always told me that people acted off of past experiences and I wanted to know what they did so I could care for him the way he needed to be cared for.
He stared me right in the eyes, leaned onto his forearms at the edge of the bed, and pulled his shirt over his head. The two parallel scars on his back were a deep red; it was the first time that I could really see his scars for what they were. “First,” he said—voice quiet. “They cut my wings.”
“You… you had wings?” I whispered, imagining him with immense charcoal-colored wings stretching from one side of the bed to the other. My fingers trailed alongside of the raised red skin, and he winced. I immediately pulled my hand away. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I just… didn’t expect that.” He gazed back at me. “Most people flinch away from them.”
I crawled closer and hugged him from behind, planting my lips on his cheek. “Don’t feel bad about them.”
“They’re a daily fucking reminder of how much of an embarrassment I am to the Kingdom. How could I not feel bad about it? A lord with no wings, who only enjoys one partner at a time and that partner is—” He tensed and shook his head. “Forget it.”
My brows knotted together. Did I make this worse for him?
“Your scars make you who you are, Eros. And if you think that anybody who shames you for them is worth torturing yourself over, you’re wrong.”
He grabbed one of my hands, still facing away from me, and stayed quiet. When his breathing evened out, he dropped his head in shame. “They banished me from the kingdom.”
I clenched my fists. They shamed him, stole his sacred wings, and banished him from his own kingdom. They deserved to have angels rain down upon them. They deserved to relive all of their sins but feel absolute agony for them—instead of getting off on destroying their own son.
“Have you been back?” I said, trying not to relish in my cruel thoughts.
“No. When I go back to Hell, I stay in the Kingdom of Pride with Lucifer.”
My fingers grazed against the side of his cheek. “Are you happy?”
“Am I happy?” he asked himself, like he hadn’t asked himself in such a long time. “I’m happy now that I can be who I want to be and with who I want to—”
My door was slammed open, and Trevon barreled in with black eyes and razor-sharp teeth, soaked in blood from head to toe.
Chapter 37
I leapt up—heart racing. Damn it. Eros pushed me behind him, horns growing from his head and eyes turning black in less than a second. “What the…”
Trevon’s beady little eyes flickered from me to Eros, and a tint of red rose within them. He lurched forward, snarling.
Oh, my God.
Before Trevon could reach Eros, Eros stepped back—nearly knocking me out of the way—grabbed Trevon by the neck with his claws, and held him in the air. Trevon dug into Eros’s wrists with his own claws, making blood pour out of the open wounds. He flung his body in every direction, but Eros held him in place.
When Trevon’s face turned blue, I gulped and rubbed my sweaty palms together. If Eros didn’t let him go, Trevon would die. And as much as I didn’t want him in my life, I didn’t want him dead. This wasn’t his fault.
I yanked on Eros’s wrist. “Eros! Stop. He can’t control it.”
Eros turned to me, body shaking. “You knew about this?” he asked harshly. I nodded my head, gaze remaining on Trevon as Eros hurled him to the other side of the room. He smacked against the wall—hard—and pieces of drywall fell next to him. I ran towards him, something inside of me aching to help him, but Eros snatched my waist and held me back.
Trevon charged at us, and again Eros swiftly placed me behind him and snatched his throat.
“Eros don’t hurt him! I can stop it, please. Let me help.”
Eros’s eyes burned with rage—an emotion that didn’t suit him well. “You’ve been around him like this?” he asked. I pressed my lips together, trying not to show the menacing demon standing over me my fear. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I just found out about you!” I yelled at him. “Now, let me help.” I tugged on his wrist and eventually pulled Eros away. Trevon was still lashing out, body thrashing, but I placed my hands firmly on the sides of his face. “Trevon, look at me.” He turned his head, looking toward the door. “Please Trevon,” I said softer.
When I finally got him to look at me, the tint of red vanished from his eyes, and I sighed in relief. He reeked of blood and wrath but placed his hands on mine and trailed his fingers down my slender ones, taking a deep breath through his mouth.
Eros growled, causing Trevon to snap his gaze back to him and start squirming again.
“Damn it,” I said. I tightened my grip on Trevon. Eros was the one triggering Trevon to act this way, even if he wasn’t trying. “Eros, can you leave?” I asked. “Please.”
Eros stepped closer, eyes pure darkness. “I’m not leaving you here with him.”
Trevon stepped forward, but I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back against the wall. “Eros, please.”
“I’m not leaving.” He took another threatening step. “I let you try to fix him, and it didn’t work.”
My eyes widened, and I spun around—keeping one hand on Trevon’s chest. “It worked! You just ruined it.” I clenched my jaw, and Trevon pushed against my hand. If Eros didn’t leave soon, I didn’t know if I could calm him back down. “Leave now,” I said to him.
Eros’s black eyes were dancing with white little lights as he stared at me. He bared his fangs at Trevon, then stormed out of the room.
When he left, I lightly stroked the sides of Trevon’s face. This better calm him down, because if it didn’t, I would have to let Eros do whatever he was planning with Trevon.
After five minutes of just staring at him in pure angst—aching to grab Mom’s necklace that was becoming colder and colder against my chest—he stopped thrashing around, and his eyes faded to brown. He slid down the wall. “Shit,” he said.
I took a deep breath, inhaling the strong scent of vanilla, and crouched next to him. “Why’d you go ballistic on Eros?”
His muscles twitched at the mere sound of his name, but he crossed his arms over his chest and stayed still. “I don’t know why.”
“Well, get yourself together,” I said, standing. I didn’t know if I’d be able to ever calm him down again. This time was harder than the last, and it was bound to just keep getting worse. “And don’t come out of this room until I say so.”
I slipped into the living room, when I knew he wouldn’t shift again. Eros paced around the room in his human form, brows creased. Zane leaned against the counter with a confused expression. And Maria stared wide-eyed at both of them. “What’s going on?” she asked.
“Don’t, Dani,” Eros said, warning me not to say a word.
I flared my nostrils, feeling drained from dealing with Trevon. “She already knows,” I said, harsher than I meant.
Zane pushed himself off the counter. “You knew about this?”
Maria furrowed her brows. “I knew about what?” she asked. I nodded to Trevon’s bloody jacket on the counter—the most obvious thing in the entire room—and her lips formed an ‘O’. “You mean…” She held two fingers above her head, mimicking devil horns.
I slapped a hand over my face. Eros rubbed his forehead and mumbled something under his breath.
Maria stepped closer to me. “I thought we were keeping it a secret.”
I shrugged. “Eh.” It didn’t matter anymore. Eros was a demon. Zane was a demon. Kasey was a demon. Everyone was a goddamn demon nowadays.
Zane turned to Eros. “Who do you think sent him?”
Eros stared at me for a few moments, as if he was thinking hard about something, then looked at Zane. “The Chains is the only way to find out.”
My eyes widened. “The Chains? You’re going to lock him up in chains? In… Hell?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Eros said, just brushing me off.
I shouldn’t have cared. Trevon was dangerous, and if he were in chains, he wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone else, but a feeling of pity sat heavy inside my heart. This wasn’t his fault, and this past week he’d fought against the evil inside of him.
I crossed my arms over my chest. Maybe I was always compelled to see the good in people because I wasn’t sure why I seemed to care so much about Trevon going to Hell. But I cared—a lot. “Don’t tell me who or what to worry about. I’m perfectly capable of doing that myself,” I said.
Eros stood across the room, biceps flexed, his eyes darkening into black pits. Maria screamed and shuffled backward. “You’re one of them too?” She plastered her back against the wall, gaze flickering between Eros and me. “Dani! Why aren’t you freaking out?”
