“Do you know what a canagh demon is?”
“No. What is it?” she asked.
“Have you heard of an incubus before?”
“Yes.”
“Canagh demons are where the legend of the incubus and succubus came from in the human world. Just like them, I feed on sexual energy.”
“And you’re going to feed on me if we have sex?”
“Yes.”
Her gaze ran over me as she placed the tip of her finger on her lip and nibbled it. “Will it hurt?”
“It might weaken you, but I won’t take enough to cause any permanent damage.”
“And can you cause permanent damage?”
I refused to lie to her. “Yes, but I don’t do that.”
She removed her finger from her mouth to run it down the front of my shirt. “And how do I know I can trust you?”
“If I meant you harm, would I tell you this? I could have kept it from you.”
“Good point,” she said as she tapped her fingers against my chest. “So why didn’t you keep it from me?”
“Because I refuse to feed on someone without their knowledge.”
“How noble of you,” she murmured as she traced the line running down the center of my stomach. “Will I like it when you feed on me?”
“You probably won’t know until it’s over, but I promise you’ll experience a lot of pleasure.”
“I’m going to hold you to that promise.”
She turned away, pulled back the flap, and swept inside the tent. I stood for a second before following her inside. The rustle of the flap falling back in place was the only sound in the small tent. I searched for her in the darkness, but it was as if she’d melted into the shadows.
Then a flame emerged as she lit a lamp and turned it up until it revealed a cot against the wall and a small table in the center of the room that had one chair pushed into it. A trunk sat at the end of the bed; the open lid revealed the neatly folded clothes inside. Another trunk was against the far wall, and though the top was closed, I suspected it housed weapons.
The golden glow of the lamp she set on a small nightstand near the cot danced over her skin as she sashayed toward me. She stopped in front of me and ran her hands down my stomach before resting them on my waist.
“I don’t think you need this,” she said.
Her deft fingers undid my holster before pulling it away. She lowered my guns to the ground before tugging her shirt off my shoulders and tossing it aside. Unable to stop myself, I grasped a piece of her hair and let the silken strands slide through my fingers. She removed the rifle from my back and set it against the wall of the tent.
Tugging her hair free of my hand, she turned away and undid her bra. My teeth ground together as I admired the sway of her breasts while she walked. She undid her pants and kicked off her boots. Stopping before the table, she turned to face me as she slid her pants down her round hips and long, shapely legs. She pulled them off one leg before using her toes to kick them off the remaining leg.
The flame danced over her skin as she sat on the table and slid back a little. Spreading her legs, she gave me a good view of the brown curls between them. Hooking her finger, she beckoned me toward her. I obeyed her command as the enticing scent of her arousal fanned my hunger into an inferno.
When I was only a few feet away from her, she pointed down and smiled at me. “You’re going to feed on me in more than one way,” she said. “It will be easier if you’re on your knees.”
I quirked an eyebrow as she gave me a sultry smile. Over the past year, I’d become accustomed to demons knowing what they wanted and asking for it, yet there was a challenge in her sparkling eyes. I was more than ready to answer that challenge.
I didn’t know how many others she’d been with, but she would never forget me or this night. Stopping before her, I rested my hands on the table next to her hips. She leaned further back and planted her hands behind her; the movement caused her hardened nipples to rise toward me.
“So that you know—” I skimmed my knuckles down the valley between her breasts before bending to tease one of her nipples with my tongue. “—I expect to see that beautiful mouth of yours on my cock tonight too.”
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