Page 82 of Playing with Fire

He wouldn’t mind that part of my plan, right? He’d understand. I didn’t want the incubus. I just needed to dose him long enough I could rescue myself. At least the actual orgy I’d trigger when I dosed the incubus with the good pixie dust wouldn’t count as a felony; if anyone charged me with anything, I’d get off with a misdemeanor.

I lost the next hand on purpose, breaking a pair of aces and hoping he could beat my pair of fours. He won, and I made a show of taking off my sock. I wrinkled my nose at its stench and flicked my wrist. I hadn’t meant to be seductive, but the incubus’s eyes flashed anyway.

“You’re going to make me work to see you in your full glory, aren’t you?” he purred. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

Hell no. My body squealed a different tune, but I fought to ignore the temptation. With me letting him win, it didn’t take long for me to lose my shirt. In a show of shyness, I turned my back to the incubus.

He slid his hand beneath the material and ran his fingertips along the curve of my spine, helping me remove my shirt. The instant it was over my head, I shucked the fabric off my arms, dipped my hand into my bra, and pulled out the vial and baggie of pills.

I should have known the incubus would undo the clasp of my bra. Crap, crap, crap. In my panic, I tore into the plastic bag, and popped all the pills I grabbed at once. While I choked them down, I ripped off the red wax sealing the vial, flipped off the cap with my thumb, and showered the entire contents over me and the incubus.

I’d only needed a little.

Crap, crap, crap.

While I’d taken transformative pills of all grades, I’d never taken more than one at a time. The incubus’s lust blasted through me and waged a brutal, messy war with my body’s need to change shapes.

The pills won. Their magic tore through me and began the transformation process moments after I swallowed them. I screamed as all my bones shattered at the same time. A convulsion ripped through me, and my body contorted as my limbs lengthened and combusted into living flame.

I burned, and the musty bedding ignited.

While I cursed and thrashed in the throes of shapeshifting, the incubus moaned, a sound of pure lust and need. Panic seized me, and before my body finished changing shape, I surged to my hooves.

I belonged to Quinn. Quinn belonged to me. I wouldn’t allow a smoldering, moaning incubus to take him from me. The creature tempted me; he could stoke my flames higher and bring pleasure and release.

I bolted across the warehouse, lowered my head, and charged the steel door. Either I’d bust out or I’d break my neck, but I wouldn’t fall to the incubus. I belonged to Quinn until my last breath.

Right before impact, I closed my eyes. Thwack.

The door won.

Ouch.

Not only had the door won, my horn slid into the metal until my forehead slammed into the steel. My hindquarters dipped, and my hind hooves cracked into the door. Somehow, I didn’t break my neck although I wasn’t convinced I hadn’t cracked my skull open.

Ouch, ouch, ouch.

My neck and spine throbbed from my introduction to the door. With a shudder, I unsheathed my claws and situated my hooves beneath me. Once upright, I pulled.

My horn refused to budge. The hinges groaned, and metal shrieked. Step by step, I backed up. Instead of pulling free, I popped the door off its hinges and out of its frame. I flattened my ears and snorted my displeasure at my unwanted adornment.

How the hell was I supposed to escape the warehouse with a door stuck to my head?

Behind me, the incubus moaned, spreading lust through me, my body demanding I surrender to him. I needed him, my desire so strong I ached.

No, no, no. I would not give myself to a high incubus whose name wasn’t ‘Quinn.’ I wouldn’t give myself to the incubus, no matter how much pleasure he offered. Crap. Not a good thought, not a good thought at all. I needed out before I discovered how an incubus made love to a unicorn. It probably involved shapeshifting and becoming the world’s sexiest stallion.

I turned my furry ass around, used the door as a shield, and backed through the doorway.

Clang.

Crap.

Of course I’d get the door stuck in its frame. At least I had a nice metal barrier keeping the incubus from touching me. If he touched me, I’d lose. If the bracelet didn’t work, I’d be in a lot of trouble.

“Come to me, beloved harem queen,” he purred, and my lust and desire intensified.

“In-cu-bus go play with miss-tress. Miss-tress. Miss-tress wants you. Bad. Wants you bad.”