I hear her coming, but I make myself stay instead of rushing toward the door the way I want to.
I’m not sure what it is about her that makes me feel so desperate and crazy, willing to put my job on the line, but I don’t need to get it; I just need her.
I hear her deep breathing on the other side of the door and wonder if she ran here or if she’s still just out of breath fromwhateverit was she was doing before this.
Nope, don’t think about that!
She raps her knuckles on the door, and still I remain where I am, looking at that door as though I might be able to see her through it if I try hard enough.
I can’t; that’s not one of my powers, nor is it one I’m familiar with anyone having. I wonder if Titus does.
Her knocking again pulls me from my thoughts, and this time I allow myself to move toward the door, though I still make myself walk slowly.
It doesn’t matter; the second I swing the door open and see her, it’s as if every rational thought I had evaporates.
Poof, gone, and in its place is only Wren.
“Hi,” she says, sounding out of breath, her voice hardly more than a whisper.
“Hi.”
The smile that pulls at my lips feels too wide, but I can’t seem to control it as I look down into those beautiful blue eyes.
I shake myself and step aside, allowing her to pass through the door before I let it fall closed.
Julian.
His scent sticks to her like the honey I associate him with. All fae, or at least the seelie ones, smell decadent, like sugar, flowers, and syrups.
Sweet and natural.
I hate that it pairs so well with her cotton candy scent, as if they were made to be mixed.
I blame him for my loss of rationality as I quickly close the distance between us, unable to control myself. Wren turns as if she senses me coming, and maybe she does, but when she sees me, she doesn’t move away; instead, watching me with wide, lust-filled eyes that flick to my lips for a moment.
That’s all I need, though; if she wants this, me…
Well, I’m not strong enough to walk away from her a second time.
My lips are on hers, my hands framing her face as I breathe her in, loving the little squeak of surprise she gives before she melts into me, making my beast mellow like a fucking kitten.
My beast is usually insatiable. When I was younger, I spent more time fucking than anything else, well, outside of running from my father, that is. But I was never satisfied, always craving more. It was all empty, though, and after a while I learned to live with the ache, the deep need that my incubus carved into my soul.
When I was still a boy, my mother told me that feeling would go away someday; all I had to do was find my mate, the one person the universe made perfectly for me.
She failed to mention that mated pairs had become increasingly rare in the last century.
A mated incubus? Forget it.
I’d given up hope of ever finding a mate, but I didn’t need someone else to live, and while that ache remained, I found a way to live with it. I made my life full enough to ignore it until it became background noise.
Even unmated, the magical world wanted me with Rose. She’s the first succubus to have a form outside of her human one in so long, and as much as I might hate it, I knew my strength would attract many for the wrong reasons.
She more than any other. Her family thinks our babies would be enough to fix whatever was broken, allowing us to breed astronger generation, and while they might be right, I can’t bring myself to care, not when Wren is here letting me kiss her, touch her…
Rose who?
I couldn’t give a shit less about making a stronger generation. I only wanther, and whatever that looks like, I’m ready for it.
