Followed by a hungrier, more intense, sucking one.
It’s not until his hand slips past the waistband of my sweats to cup my ass that I realize he’s pressed his hard erection against me.
Then in one sudden push, he lifts me up against the back of the door, and roughly shoves my pants down so he can get at my cock.
11
“You are so fucking beautiful, Alvin.”
Rafa’s voice is a hungry growl as he yanks open the button fly of his jeans with one hand and violently shimmies down his pants and underwear to his thighs with the hook of his right thumb. Then he grabs both our dicks, fists them together, and smashes his mouth against mine, sucking hard on my lower lip and shoving his tongue inside me.
His cock is so wet, it’s like he’s using lube, and the friction is enough to get me at least semi-hard. It’s all so crazy and shocking that I legit freeze for, like, ten seconds. I mean, he’s made it clear he’s into me, but after what we’ve both just been through and who I know him to be, this doesn’t make any sense at all.
Until it does. And just a quick glance inside myself confirms it.
My monster hasn’t let go.I’mdoing this to him.
“Rafa,” I get out, in between his deep, thrusting kisses. “Stop.”
He’s so wild right now, I honestly don’t expect him to listen. But he does, immediately pulling his head back and stilling his pumping hand.
His brows pinch in with sincere concern, like he’s afraid that he might have hurt me, but there is an animal-like intensity behind his eyes that bores into me. It’s like I’m seeing my monster projected out into the real world, looking back.
“Just tell me what you want,” he says, full of need. “I’ll doanything.”
This towering, muscular man is still completely in my power. The connection is like a vibrating bridge between us.
“God, I’m so sorry. This isn’t you. Just, um… Just please let me go and step back.”
I feel like such an asshole. I should have realized what I was doing and turned it off. The problem is that I don’t actually know how to do that.
Rafa immediately complies with my command, releasing our cocks and taking a full step back. It’s not automatic like with Valiente’s power. He doesn’t seem like a robot. He’s more like a guy in love and desperate to prove it. His eyes remain fixed on me like I’m a tall glass of water in the middle of the desert. And while my cock is now dead-snail soft, his is so hard, it’s practically straining out of its skin. (It’s also probably the biggest one I’ve ever seen.) (Which I know is random, but my brain is feeling pretty freaking random at the moment!)
“Alvin,” he says, trembling in front of me, his breath ragged. “Please…”
It’s like he’s in pain. And maybe he is. Collin mighthave dressed up my power in flowery terms, but it’s still a form of coercion, right? At least how I just used it on Rafa back in the ritual room.
I have to put an end to this now. I sicced it on Rafa in the first place essentially by asking my monster to do it, right? No, that’s not right. I turned it on bycommandingmy monster. This power I have isn’t something separate. It’s a part of me. Like my arm or hand. I don’t need to askpretty pleaseto get my legs to move. I just expect them to, and they do.
I turn inside to my hunger, my demon, and silently bark out the order, willing myself to believe it will be followed without question:
Cut it out. Let him go.
I’d like to say I don’t have any doubt when I do this, but I’m still surprised when my monster—a little grudgingly—complies. The bridge of heat and desire between me and Rafa caves in like it was made of sand. After a moment, it blows away completely.
Rafa squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, like he’s a punch-drunk boxer trying to recover from a KO.
“Uff,” he grunts.
His knee starts to buckle, and I step in to support his shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, Rafa,” I say. “I needed to try to get you and the kids out of there, and the only thing I could think of was using my power. But then we had to fight those vampires, and I totally forgot to turn it off.”
“Your power?” he asks, looking down at me with squinted eyes, confused.
I sigh, feeling stupid and embarrassed. I really did anumber on him. “My incubus power. I don’t actually know 100% how it works, so-—”
His arm sweeps around so quickly, I don’t even catch the movement until he’s slammed the back of my neck against the wall next to the door, his hand strangling my throat.
