Page 21 of The Human’s Heart

Those were no small feats. Especially for me—the black sheep of my biological family, the shy self-conscious kid, the unsure adult, the person scared of his own magic.

I’d never, ever, ever imagined I’d be embracing this side of myself, not like this. I used my magic to take pain away from patients at the hospital, but I’d never used it for… well, for sex. Never.

I’d never wanted to.

Until now.

Here I was, bringing it out on purpose to turn my partner on and make him feel good.

I never thought I’d be comfortable with that. Now, I even liked it. And it was all because of Hugo. He’d given me so much.

And to top it off, he helped me have fun. So much fun. All the time.

That might not seem like a lot to some people, but to me, it was everything. I’d always been a super serious person who wasn’t comfortable at all with himself. With Hugo, I laughed and joked and carried on in a way I didn’t know I could, and I was learning to love every part of myself.

He was healing me.

And I loved him for it.

I tossed Hugo onto the bed, making him screech and both of us laugh. Before he could even right himself, I grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head before I went for his pants and boxer briefs, pulling them down and off.

“Someone’s eager,” he said with a laugh, reaching for my clothes.

He was right. I was eager. So I stood and stripped my shirt, pants, and boxer briefs off, dropping them to the floor.

Hugo’s jaw dropped, so I leaned over him and brushed my fingers across it, whispering, “You’re drooling.”

He smacked my hand away, wiping at his mouth and making me laugh. His eyes narrowed. “Liar. I was not.”

With another laugh, I pressed my lips to his and climbed fully over the top of him. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms and legs around me, making our skin glide across one another. My breath hitched when my already hard cock—who wouldn’t be hard when their viramore was naked beneath them?—brushed his.

“Holy shit, baby,” he murmured against my lips. “I want you inside me so bad.”

I nodded, perfectly happy to comply with that.

But not quite yet.

A shiver ran through him as my incubus tendrils began swirling over his skin, touching his arms, thighs, chest, hips, nipples, ass. I sent them to every place I couldn’t touch with my own two hands, making sure he could feel me everywhere.

I broke away from his lips and began kissing, licking, and mouthing my way down his body, giving each nipple a lick and a suck on the way since I knew he was sensitive there.

I could tell he was already getting close, so I eased up with my magic, turning the touches a little gentler until I could get inside him. I could hear his thoughts, and I knew he wanted to come with me inside him. I’d give him what he wanted, but not until I played a little first.

After a moment, as I licked across his belly, I pushed one of my tendrils inside his waiting and eager hole. He gasped and grabbed onto my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin.

A smile curved my lips, and I moved myself even lower until I finally licked across the tip of his cock. He gasped again, nails tightening. I’d probably have marks when we were through. It was too bad my magic would heal them before I had a chance to enjoy them.

I took him into my mouth, sucking and licking as I reached into the nightstand for the lube. We used it a lot and often, so we’d started keeping it within reach.

After I poured a generous amount on my hand—and made a mess on the bed—my finger joined my magic inside my beautiful mate. He yelled out something unintelligible, which made me grin around his cock and chuckle.

“Fuck, that’s… ohmyfuckinggod, Zay!”

I laughed again and added another finger. I watched him throw his head back and push down on my fingers harder, so I knew he was almost ready, and I added a third.

My shadowy tendrils were moving all over his body, making him look almost blanketed by them. He released one of my shoulders and started running his fingers across my tendrils, making me shiver in return.

I could feel it, like he was stroking inside of me, tenderly loving my soul, and yet turning me on beyond belief.