I swallow thickly. “It doesn’t matter what I want. Ican’tkiss you! If you really know about me, what I am, then you know it’s too dangerous. I could really hurt you!”
He snorts, amused. “Alvin, of course I know what you are. But I’m not flesh and blood. You can’t hurt me any more than you could hurt an idea or a dream. We can do anything you want, and I’ll be fine. I promise.”
Anything I want.Boy, does my mind want to spin after that statement! I’ve wanted to doa lot of things.
But I don’t dare let the monster out!
“I don’t know ifI’llbe fine!” My heart is racing. But I can’t tell if it’s the thought of waking up my incubus hunger and not being able to quiet it again, or if it’s just being so close to someone who actually wants to do stuff with me. Someone so incrediblycutewho wants to do stuff with me.
Collin leans in, and when I try to retreat, crumpling, my mid-back hits the thick powder-blue arm of the love seat. I can’t go any farther.
His expression sharpens, becomes eager,determined. He can tell my resolve is slipping away. “I promise, I would never doanythingto hurt you. But I want this so much. And I want it with you.”
God, it’s so freaking tempting. But IknowI don’t get to have this. It has to be a trick. A trap. I have to use my brain here!
“Why would a dream want me?” My voice comes out a whisper. My stomach twitches with quick, shallow puffs.
His face is now super close. I can feel his hot, sweet breath on my lips.
“Because I’m not just a dream. Because, like you, there are a lot of things I haven’t been able to have. And because, whether you believe it or not, I reallylikewhat I see.”
His lips crash onto mine, hungrier than before. There’s not much room on this love seat, but he slides himself on top of me, wrapping his arms around my back, pressing his body against mine, and oh my God, it feelsreally good. It’s like being totally parched, and then finally getting a tall glass of cold, sweet water. You just want to keep drinking and drinking forever.
Never in my life did I ever think I’d get to have this. Before I know it, I’m kissing back.
His lips move up to my ear, nibbling the lobe, which causes a hot, wet streak of pleasure to shoot straight down my neck and into my chest. It’s just my freaking ear, but it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt. I swear I straight-up whimper.
“Tell me you want this, too, Alvin,” he whispers, his breath tickling. “Please. Tell meyes.”
I know this is flat-out crazy. He’s not giving me any chance to think. He’snota cute boy, he’s something else, and saying yes to a supernatural being has consequences. Just look at what happened with me and the elf! There’s no way to know if “Collin” is his true form. This Avatar could be anything! A Lovecraftian horror. A vengeful Titan. An archdemonthat someonetrapped in a magical artifact foreveryone’ssafety.Incubi and vampires aren’t the only things that can consume you!
And maybe therewasa moment I could have stopped this earlier. But now it’s too late, because feeling him on top of me, kissing me, wanting me, feels too good, and this might be the only time in my entire life I get to have something like this. Because being deliberately seduced by a cute guy is literally every fantasy I’ve ever had since I was fourteen, but this isbetter, because it’s actually happening. Because I’m so freaking turned on, I’ve lost all reason.
Whatever I’m caught up in right now, I’m not getting out of.
Because I don’t want out.
“Okay,” I whisper, high-pitched and hoarse, and feeling like I’m falling. “Yes.”
10
Immediately,he’s back on me—so much stronger than I expected—a crashing tidal wave in the form of a cute boy, pinning me against the corner of the love seat.
He brings his lips to the side of my neck and draws them down, slowly and sensuously, an inch away, his breath moist and searing. Teasing me by not touching me. Then he works his mouth back up, this time sucking and gently chewing. And, oh my God. He’s nowhere near my dick, and yet it’s so intense! It’s like I feel it everywhere.
I moan in response. Not just once. It’s more like a continuous stream of whimpers and cries. I literally can’t keep the noises from coming out of my mouth.
His face pops up over mine. His eyes are filled with eager delight, sun sparkling on oceanic blue.
“So feckin’adorable,” he says. His voice is almost a growl.
He then sinks his mouth back onto mine. His arms wrap around my back, squeezing me into him. And I holdhim just as tightly as he sucks in my flesh, practically making me keen in response. The falling sensation returns. I feel like we’re spinning, and I’m barely able to hold on. Maybe he is killing me, draining me, using me. But I don’t care. His lips work relentlessly, devouring me. Making me want tobedevoured.
I don’t know how long we kiss on my love seat. It seems like just a couple minutes, but I know it can’t be. I don’t want it to stop, but Collin pulls off me and looks through the open square archway in the wall next to the love seat. The opening that leads to my bedroom.
“Let’s move someplace a bit more comfortable,” he says, with a wink.
His own cheeks are flushed red, and he’s breathing heavy. (Which makes no sense for a spirit, but who the hell cares.) He leads me by the hand into the next room. Some distant part of me notes that this could be a chance to escape, to catch my breath, to think. But I just stumble after him. I wantmore.
