How to Kill an Incubus: A Rae Erickson Story (7 page)

A minute later, he wrapped my legs around his waist and his big, hard cock was deliciously midway inside me, rubbing against my clit. One arm was below my ass and the other was around my lower back. He was completely supporting me, which was good because my legs were quickly becoming boneless.

He thrust into me to the root, bouncing me on the thick length of his cock, and I felt heat engulf my body as he filled me up so completely. With each new thrust, I was coming undone. I screamed his name, I begged him not to stop, I told him I loved what he did to me—I came.

Andrei thrust, withdrew, thrust, withdrew, and held onto me tightly when he finally exploded, his body tensing before he spilled his cum into the condom. I tightened myself around him, milking him dry and driving myself half-mental when he erupted inside me again.

He searched for my mouth and I willingly gave it to him, allowing his tongue entry. Still buried inside me, he raised a hand to undo my restraints and I gratefully looped my arms around his neck as he stepped out of the tub.

He walked me back to my bedroom and set me down on the bed, slowly moving out of me, his eyes fixed on the place where we were joined.

I felt a frisson of excitement shoot through me when he gently pushed my hair out of my face.

“I can be so good to you,” he said quietly, his hands traveling lower, to my collar bone, “yet you make me take you as if it’s against your will.”

I mewled when his knuckles skimmed my breasts.

“Any time I want you, Rainelle, I will have you,” he whispered, tweaking my nipples with deft fingers. “You with me?”

I shut my eyes, biting my lower lip.

“You with me?” he repeated, tugging the hard nubs with his fingers.

I gasped, my eyes flying opening. Heat pooled in my abdomen and I felt that I was ready for him again.

“No,” I whispered, and I dragged my ass up on the bed and sat up, hugging myself. “I don’t want this. I don’t want you. And if you think for a second that I’m going to lie down and allow you to… to have me, you have another think coming, Your Majesty!” I was breathing heavily, both out of breath and scared shitless by the ominous look Andrei was currently giving me.

He stood up, closing his eyes. In the blink of an eye, he was dressed. I stifled a panicked breath. Would I ever get used to that? I mean, I had never been a fan of magicians.

“What you don’t seem to understand,” he began, “is that for the first time in a millennia, I’m not fucking because I have to. I’m fucking because I want to.” He edged onto my bed, keeping his eyes on me. “Sex with mortals is infinitely better than sex with another demon. You, Rainelle, have hunter’s blood in you. There are no records of a hunter mating with a demon… until now. And goddammit, now that I know that hunter’s pussy is the best kind, you’re not getting away from me.” He spread my legs apart and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. “As long as you do what I say,” he said, bringing my hand to the front of his jeans, “you don’t have to be afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“Good,” he said, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me into a kiss.

I kissed him back, automatically rubbing my clit against the impressive denim-covered bulge in his pants. My hands cupped the sides of his face as we became more frantic and my chafing against him quickened.

Andrei was the first to pull away. “Get some sleep.”

“You’re… going?”

He gave me a wry smile. “You want me to stay?”

“No,” I said fervently. “Get out.”

Andrei’s lips curled. “Tomorrow night, you’ll suck my cock.”

I looked away, unable to hide how much the prospect aroused me. “You won’t find me tomorrow.”

“You are mine now, Rainelle. I will always find you.”

Chapter 5

“Renée, you and your husband are dead to me,” I hissed, massaging my temples with two fingers as I scowled into the vanity mirror in my best friend’s bedroom. “Dead, you hear me?”

She giggled, blindsiding me from behind and spritzing her fruity perfume into my neck. “You’ll thank me when you’ve gotten some nice Italian sex with a nice Italian,” was her response to my serious threat. “Now, you smell like you’re ready!”

I whirled away from my reflection, glaring at her. “You’re impossible!”

When I’d called Ren up that morning and asked her if I could come over for dinner, I never would have expected her to phone Paul Marino, one of Lorenzo’s eligible first cousins, and invite him over as well. It was underhanded, it was unwelcome, and it was just like Renée Colette Marino, née Russo.

Sure, Paul was my type—tall, dark and devilishly handsome, and smart to boot. But I didn’t need to be hooked up right now. Even if I wanted to hook up with him, my pussy felt so raw and beaten up after being with Andrei, I wouldn’t be much of a lay. Besides, Paul was a cop, ergo, a good guy. Good guys generally didn’t fall for women like me. Case in point, Daniel Lawless. Evil guys were the type that went for me. Case in point, a demon lord that went by the name of Andrei Anghelescu.

I tried to tell myself that my reluctance to get hooked up wasn’t because I’d been “claimed” by a demon king—and was only over at the Marino house for sanctuary because said demon had promised to swing by that night for a blowjob. But I was only lying to myself.

“Get your cute little butt downstairs and make nice, Rae Erickson,” Ren ordered, giving me a gentle push toward her bedroom door.

I’d been hiding out in here for a while now.

“Paul’s a catch, and so are you. I’m going to help my baby with the dishes and you are going to get back to the living room and seduce the shit out of Paul, okay? OK.”

“Has anyone ever told you how bossy you are?” I muttered, marching out of her room. Renée was the only person—OK, the only living person—on this planet that had the power to push me around. Older than me by a year, she’d always acted like she had a decade over me, and often assumed an annoying big-sister role.

“I’m a regular dominatrix,” she replied from behind me, and I smiled, approaching the stairs.

Back in the living room, Paul was kicking back on Lorenzo’s beat-up leather recliner, watching some classic football game his cousin had recorded. His big Converse-covered feet were on the cluttered coffee table, and a bottle of Heineken was in his hand.

“Hey,” I said, forcing some cheer into my voice and sitting on the couch nearest to him. I realized it wasn’t his fault I wasn’t in the mood to be pushed into his lap.

“You OK?” he asked, taking his feet off the table and sitting up. “You look flushed.”

“Just the heat,” I replied, fanning myself for good measure. It was hot. “So how’s work?”

I felt guilty for not asking him earlier. Dinner had been a forced affair because, like a sullen teen, I’d wordlessly poked at my plate of Lorenzo’s scrumptious spaghetti and meatballs, refusing to make Renée’s matchmaking any easier. Conversation had passed over my head while Renée shot daggers at me, which I could feel even though I barely glanced at her.

“Oh, you know, the usual,” Paul told me, guzzling down the rest of his beer before slamming the empty can on the table. “I’m practically on desk duty.” Sallow Bay isn’t exactly crime free but cops here didn’t get a lot of real action.

“Sucks,” I remarked sincerely, and he gave me a curious look.

“What about you? How’s the book going?”

I almost asked him what the hell he was on about when I, thankfully, remembered that everyone I knew in Sallow Bay thought I was an eccentric nomadic writer. It was better than telling them I stalked married men in exchange for four figures or so in my bank account. No one would understand why little old Rae Erickson, who’d gone to business school before her poor father mysteriously passed away, was now a private investigator specializing in suspected infidelity cases. They wouldn’t get what Renée got, that it was personal for me.

“Slow,” was my response to Paul’s question.

“Yeah?” he went, his green eyes boring into me. “What’s it about this time?”

“Angels and… demons.” I reddened, averting my eyes. Now why had I said that?
Because that’s what’s on your mind
, my inner voice helpfully pointed out.
Not to mention in your pants!

“Interesting. I think I read about half of Dan Brown’s book before I got bored.” Paul leaned back in his seat, brushing aside a few errant dark curls out of his face. “But your book’ll probably be as fascinating as you are.”

Paul Marino was sweet—too sweet for me.

“Did Lorenzo and Ren tell you I was desperate for a good lay?” I asked, sighing heavily.

He choked on something imaginary and straightened up. “What?”

“Because I’m not. You seem really nice, Paul, and any other time, I would’ve wanted to sleep with you. You’re sexy. Totally fuckable.” I paused as he choked again. “It’s just that I’m going through something personal and I don’t need any complications in my life and you would definitely be a complication.”

“Rae,” he said, after he’d collected himself, “I, uh, think there’s been a… misunderstanding.”

“What did they say about me?”

“That you’ve been having a tough time recently. I’m just here as a friend.” His eyes, so identical to his cousin’s, were sincere. “At least, I’d like to be a friend. I mean, I’ve only met you a couple of times before and those few times, we didn’t even speak. But you seemed real cool.”

Why can’t I have a good guy?
I thought, breaking into a rueful smile.

I was going to say that I’d really, really like that, when Ren ambled into the room, her eyebrows doing that thing they did when she was ready to burst with excitement. I was going to have to let her down easy if she was keyed up about Paul and me.

“Rae, you didn’t tell me you had a visitor,” she said breathlessly, looking down at me with animated eyes. She gave Paul an apologetic look. “Sorry, hon. This one’s a real competition.”

“What are you on about?” I asked, getting to my feet.

It was at that precise moment that I saw Andrei casually standing by the entrance to the living room like he belonged there, a bottle of beer in his hand and the darkened look of unmistakable lust on his face.

“If you hurt my friends, I
will
find someone that can kill you,” I hissed at Andrei as menacingly as I possibly could in the privacy of Renée and Lorenzo’s matchbox-sized downstairs toilet. We were practically pressed up against each other, something that was doing dangerous things to my nervous system.

From the unruffled look on Andrei’s face, he didn’t find me the least bit menacing. “Now why would I hurt your friends? They gave me beer.”

Well, he didn’t look like he was here to kill people. In a royal purple cashmere sweater and black jeans with his long hair hanging loose, he looked… normal. Like he’d genuinely come over to hang out on a Saturday evening.

But looks could be so damn deceiving.

“Why else would you be here?” I snapped, folding my arms across my chest and glaring at him.

“I believe I scheduled your mouth around my cock for tonight.” He reached out and carelessly flicked a strand of my hair out of my face. “Hiding out at your friend’s house was a big waste of time.”

I couldn’t believe he’d said the first part. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing in deeply. When I opened them, he was standing right in front of me, his intense blue eyes boring into mine.

“I enjoy defiling you, Rainelle. You have to have realized that by now.”

Oh, my God
, I thought, heat engulfing my cheeks and other places on my body.
I would never get used to how blunt he was about what he did to me.

“Don’t you have anything better to do? Like, I don’t know, rule a dark and evil underworld kingdom?”

His eyes flickered with annoyance. “You ask too many questions.” And he silenced me with his mouth against mine.

His lips weren’t the only things on me. His hands were slipping up the hem of my dress, dancing up my belly and quickly finding the lace cups of my bra.

“Mm,” I murmured into his mouth, fisting the front of his sweater. Even if incubus seduction didn’t work on me, Andrei seduction was proving to be a force to be reckoned with. “I want you so bad.” It sounded like a cheesy line from a teenage porno flick and I was instantly mortified that it had come out of my mouth.

“You already have me,” Andrei groaned, hoisting me up onto the porcelain rim of the sink behind me. “Here. Now. Open up for me.”

“Yes,” I hissed, hardly able to believe that I was about to have sex in my best friend’s downstairs toilet while she, her husband, and his cousin obliviously sat in the living room watching TV.

The only thing I could say was that I was glad East Coast weather had made me wear this stupidly short dress. All Andrei had to do was hike the skirt up, move my panties aside and fuck me senseless—which he did.

He had the condom on in seconds—no doubt one of the perks of being a demon—and was balls-deep inside me in a flash, drawing out a suprised cry from my mouth. My legs were coiled around his waist and then our lips were locked, his tongue slowly fucking my mouth in synch to the quick, sharp thrusts of his cock.

In, out, in, out, in, out… Andrei felt so… right inside me, so deliciously perfect. I clenched around his length, dragging a muffled curse from his mouth as his grasp around me tightened in answer.

I couldn’t deny it any longer. Being with him was the first time I’d ever felt so fully sexually awakened. I’d had lots of sex before Andrei. But looking back, it was as if all I’d been doing was rolling around with Ken dolls. It wasn’t even because Andrei was a demon, although that probably factored into it, but it was because of the sheer animalistic power he exerted. When he was inside me, he owned me.

That’s so sexist
, my inner voice chided. She was a die-hard feminist.

“Come for me,” he murmured in the low, slightly-accented and sexy voice he used when he was close to orgasm himself. He was moving around inside me, his cock hitting every sensitive inch of my inner walls and I was seconds away from doing what he’d told me to.

I moaned, arching my back as white-hot, liquid heat bathed me and I came in a series of spurts.

But Andrei wasn’t done.

“Milk me dry,” he ordered, grunting when I squeezed him inside me. He sucked on my bottom lip. “That’s it. Take my cock. Make me come.”

“I’m… going… to… come,” I gasped, still not used to climaxing so soon after the first time.

“Do it.”

I did it. My second orgasm was only made better by the fact that Andrei was playing with my clit, teasing that little swollen, hardened knob and sending jolts of electricity throughout my body.

When it was over and I made a weak attempt at looking like I hadn’t just got some under my best friend’s roof. Then Andrei said, “We’re leaving now.”

I narrowed my eyes at his reflection in the minuscule mirror, my strength returning to me in full force. “Are we now?” I snorted. “You need to take a heavy dose of go-fuck-yourself before you even so much as think of ordering me around again like some lackey.”

“I am far
from satisfied,” Andrei said, pointedly ignoring my rebuff. He punctuated his sentence by pressing himself into me and I felt his growing erection dig into my lower back. He was far from satisfied, all right.

I spun around and it was now pressed into my front. Bad idea. It was hard to think in this position, hard to remember that I wasn’t supposed to want this.

“You will not spend another minute with that man,” he said, his voice low and menacing. It was obvious that he meant Paul, but that wasn’t what had me so puzzled. No, it was the fact that he almost—almost
—
sounded humanly jealous, like a possessive boyfriend.

“You have no claim on me,” I told him, forcing myself to meet his eyes. “I just met you last weekend! Even you have to see how ridiculous this is.”