Page 9 of Snowed In with an Incubus

He nodded. It took a second. He looked starving. Like he couldn’t think about anything but Jaz, her soft body giving him what he so desperately needed.

“Good,” Jaz said. She patted his cheek. “Are you going to get me naked or what?”

He wrestled with the button on her pants. She giggled, letting him pull them off. It was still getting colder, but he wasalready warming her up.

“Wait,” she said as he started to crawl back on top of her. “Aren’t you getting naked?”

He paused. He looked down at himself—still fully clothed, erection a hard ridge in his jeans—as if he’d forgotten about it.

“Right,” he said. He ripped his shirt off, and Jaz thought she heard something tear as it went flying toward the front counter.He peeled off his jeans next, swearing as he jumped on one foot.

He hovered over her again, burning eyes half lidded. He raked them over her naked body, one hand playing absentmindedly ather hipbone like he couldn’t help himself. He paused as he looked at her arm, the SecondSkin still plastered over it.

“Should avoid physical activity for a few days,” he said.

“Very sensible,” she agreed. “Or …”

She spread her legs. His eyes burned even hotter, the hand on her hip spasming so tight she gasped again.

He dropped to his knees on the carpet. She expected him to go right for it, but instead, he surged forward and latched hismouth to the inside of her thigh.

She let out a shocked groan, heat pooling in her core. The guys she’d been with weren’t huge fans of foreplay, especiallyBrandon. He treated it like a chore he had to do to get to the main event. Sam seemed genuinely ecstatic to be kissing herthighs, sucking the soft flesh. His hands ran up her back, squeezing her ass and stroking her legs as he worked.

His cheek brushed her pussy lips. She shivered, pushing his hair back to get a closer look.

Then she startled. His forehead was bulging, twin points at his hairline. Incubi had horns, right? Was he going to shift?But when she ran her fingers over them again, his skin was smooth. Electricity pulsed through her as she imagined Sam toweringover her with gleaming horns and giant wings, tail lashing behind him. She’d never been a monster girl, but he was quicklychanging her mind.

She tightened her hand in his hair. He took it as the plea it was, finally turning his ministrations toward her aching pussy.He paused, a happy sigh leaking out of him.

“You’re so wet,” he breathed. Then he leaned in and licked a delicate stripe up her core.

She moaned, head tipping back. She’d expected him to be rough, something to suit the hunger in his fiery eyes. But his tonguewas gentle, just how she liked. His grip was firm, but he kept easing up to rub her skin. He ran his hands over her legs,her stomach, reaching up to fondle her breasts before returning to her thighs and holding them open. She’d started squeezingwithout noticing.

That strange flowing was still working under her skin. She could feel her own desire emanating from her. If someone had askedher how it would’ve felt an hour ago, she would’ve said it felt weird. Scary. Like she was losing something. But it felt likeshe was providing something—and gaining something wonderful in the process. He ate her out like he was starving, and she was all too happyto be consumed.

He circled a finger over her clit. Another light touch, delightfully steady.

“There,” she gasped, the heat in her core growing molten hot. “Just—god. Just like that.”

He hummed against her, the vibrations making her writhe. He didn’t double down like so many guys did when they could tellshe was getting close, ruining an otherwise perfect orgasm. He kept up the same speed as before, one finger at her clit withhis tongue fucking inside of her.

Her head tipped back. She bucked against him, crushing his mouth against her as she came. Wave after wave of pleasure floodedover her. When it finally subsided, he was still eating her, a purr in his throat.

The desperation hadn’t left him; he clutched her legs, his tongue delving deep. His eyelids fluttered, the studio going darkas their only source of light shimmered. He kissed her clit, sucking it softly into his mouth. His fingers traced her entrance,then pressed in.

Jaz’s cheeks flushed hotter at the slick sounds he made as he thrust his fingers inside her, curling them to press againstthat sweet spot deep inside. He made her come a second time like that. Lips at her clit, fingers stroking inside her cunt.He groaned even louder than her as she came, his mouth going slack as if he, too, was feeling the same relief.

Jaz panted, squirming. How long would he stay down there, wringing out orgasm after orgasm? How long had it been since heate?

She pulled him up by his hair. It took a few pointed tugs. He seemed determined to stay down there, eating his fill. Finally,he resurfaced, his flaming eyes brighter than ever. They were beautiful, she realized. She’d always thought they were a littlescary when she saw them in the movies, but as he gazed up at her, face slick with her juices, she found herself thinking thatit was no wonder people had thrown themselves at incubi’s feet in the olden days.

He asked, “What is it?”

She blinked. She’d lost her train of thought. “Do you have a condom?”

For a second, he just sat there, chest heaving. Then he twisted back, grabbing his jeans from the carpet and scrabbling inthe back pocket. He got his wallet out, unsheathed a condom from its depths, and squinted at the plastic packaging.

She sat up, waiting. He was still squinting.