“Of course. Name it!”
“I know I’m not going to have any control, and I certainly don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, but while this is happening… would you mind if we kissed? Maybe just at the end? I get that you’re into this other guy—or whatever he is—and it’s not something I usually want during a hook up, but with how we’re doing this, I think it would make it better for me.”
He doesn’t meet my eyes, and his frown is bashful, a blush warming his perfect cheekbones. But he doesn’t seem scared anymore. If anything, that makes him look even more vulnerable.
He’s letting me know this means something to him.
And yeah, I do like Collin. A lot. But if I’m being honest, being with Rafa means something to me too. I don’t think I could go through with this—use my seduction powers, feed on someone I could hurt—with anyone else. And maybethat’sthe difference between my incubus hunger and who I really am. It doesn’t matter what my monster wants—this handsome, brave guy will never be just a meal for me.
“Rafa, I know I needed some convincing and, yeah, I do like Collin, but I’m not just doing this because I have to.” I remove my hand from his and slide it up his bulging bicep to his firm, rounded shoulder. “I like kissing you. I likeyou.”
He inhales sharply at my stroke. His expression sharpens, becomes more interested. “You just need to feel safe.”
“Yeah,” I say, catching onto the arousal in his voice, my own interest building.
He smiles down at me. Warm. Certain. It doesn’t feel like an act, anymore. We’re in this together. I’m not alone.
“Okay,” he says, his voice low and husky. “I’m ready.”
“All right.Okay.” I take a deep breath to steady my nerves. “Count of three. One, two,three.”
My monster was already chomping at its bit, its full focus on the gorgeous, half-naked man only inches away. I let go of my control, just a little, and that’s all it takes. A scorching bridge of raw desire springs up between me andRafa, like a limp parachute snapping full of air. A vibrating connection of pure, overwhelming lust hooks deep inside.
Rafa’s pupils blow out into wide, black circles, and he sucks in a breath.
“Oh. Oh,wow,” he gasps, high-pitched.
The craving hits me just as hard this time. Eager fascination blazes into my chest and throat, like the most intense crush ever, and blows away any shred of hesitation I’d been feeling. My vision tunnels, and my pulse starts to race. Rafa blooms into a stunning object of allure, the most beautiful, intoxicating man I’ve ever seen. And even more intoxicating because of the absolute control I now have over him. It’s like I hold his beating heart in the palm of my hand. I step in closer and bring our bellies together so I can feel more of his heat and the brush of that treasure trail. And so he can feel me.
“How you doing?” My voice is husky and thick. I’m not asking out of concern. I want to hear how much he needs me.
“Christ, I want youso much…” he whines between short, shaky breaths. All his muscles shudder like coiled springs, like he can barely hold himself back.
His erection springs out of his towel and buries itself into my stomach, lifting my soft flesh. Unlike with Collin, though, I feel zero embarrassment about my body. Instead, the heat of his wide mushroom cap tingles my skin, and my dick enthusiastically responds, tenting and straining the thin cotton of my boxers. Buzzing energy trickles across the bridge between us and enters my arms. I want to use it to throw him onto the bed. I want to make him squirm with pleasure under the weight of my hands.
So what’s stopping me?
I reach down to grip Rafa’s hips and lift him up. He doesn’t feel light as a feather like at the Benevolent Society, not yet, but he’s not much more than a heavy bag of groceries to me, and I easily raise him a few feet off the ground.
My muscles are filling with tingling power, and we haven’t even done anything yet.
His head is just a foot from the low ceiling, and he beams down with surprised delight. That turns me on more, so I pivot to rapidly sprawl him on the bed and use the flat of my palm to roughly push him completely down on his back.
“God,” he whispers. “I love how powerful you are.”
That so? I can work with that.
I climb on top of him on all fours, knees sinking into my old mattress around his legs. But my balance is rock solid, my awkward body now truly reliable. I seize both his wrists in one hand and pin them over his head into a fluffed pillow, bringing us face-to-face. Tufts of thick hair from the back and sides of his wrists feather between my fingers. A light coating of his sweat moistens my palm. With gritted teeth, he fiercely pushes back against my restraining hand with what must be superhuman strength, breath hissing against my chin. But he can’t budge, no matter how much effort he puts into it. I’m stronger than he is.
That feels right.
I meet his eyes, and he lolls this big stupid grin at me. The fight was just a game for him, even if he was playing for keeps. He tugs against me again twice, but moreimpish this time, his eyes bright.Hewanted to be dominated by a monster.Iwant him completely under my control. Win-win.
And there was that one thing he asked for.
I use my strength to rise off my knees and up onto my toes into a plank position—hovering over his sculpted body, pressing even harder against his wrists—and bring my lips to just a fraction of an inch above his. They tremble under me—reaching, extending as he cranes up his head, straining to bring us together. But his upper body is completely restrained, so it’s easy to maintain this sliver of distance. I tease him a bunch of times, enjoying how his breath quivers as I move in and pull away. That trickle of energy continues to ride along the bridge into me, but I also sip in the warm air from his lungs. It tickles the back of my throat, stoking my hunger. Just one more way he becomes mine. Becomes part of me.
All of this is dangerous. I haven’t forgotten that. But I’m the one with the power here. I’m not going to hurt him. I’m going to make him feel good.
