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My chest clenched up, aching sweetly as I watched him. He was so beautiful. Every part of him, inside and out. It felt beyond ridiculous to even consider having cared about any man before him. I’d fooled myself into it. I’d thought I cared. I’d been sad when they’d just fucked off after getting what they wanted from me, but now I almost wanted to laugh at myself for thinking my past feelings toward all those men had been deep or profound. They barely registered anymore.

Whereas if Brian left me after this, I knew I wouldn’t recover. I just wouldn’t.

He was it. No one else would ever compare.

The thought threatened to make my eyes water, so I hurriedly pushed it back. It was silly to think about anyway. Of course Brian wasn’t going to do that. He wasn’t like that. He was sweet and thoughtful and genuinely cared about me.

I kept telling myself all of that as I turned on the shower and gently bossed Brian into getting under the spray. He obeyed with a faintly amused smile, one that grew wider when I joined him.

Through no fault of my own, my cock grew stiff again as I soaped up every inch of him. His body was so big and firm and hard, and his skin was so smooth and supple, except for those places with a wonderful smattering of dark hair. Like over his big pecs. Trailing under his navel to the trimmed nest above his cock. Over his muscled thighs and strong calves. Scattered across his forearms. He washed his own hair as I squirted more shower gel onto my hands and cupped his balls, reverently soaping them before running my soapy fist over his dick. Brian jolted a little and glanced down at me with a lopsided smile and a cocked brow, which made me want to whimper as arousal sparked deep in my belly again.

I reluctantly moved my hands away when he was clean, but not far. Reaching around him, I glided my soapy palm between his firm ass cheeks, running my fingers up and down and pausing briefly at his hole to stroke it. Brian grunted, cheeks clenching and momentarily trapping my hand between them, which made me grin up at him. He huffed in amusement, relaxing again so I could pull my hand free.

Once he’d rinsed off, he insisted on washing me himself even though I protested, arguing that it was my turn to look after him. Feeling his hot, slippery skin against mine, getting to watch his handsome face and see the admiration there as his gaze roamed over my body—it almost made me emotional again. I forcefully blinked back the tears. Stupid post-heat emotions. Oh, and stupid mid-heat emotions too. I was beyond embarrassed about calling Brian’s boss, who I’d never even met, a hussy. And a floozy.

Once we’d climbed out of the shower, I insisted on drying Brian myself with the big, fluffy towel he’d exclusively used on me during my heat. He scrubbed another towel over his head to dry his hair, which was adorably spiked and messy when his head re-emerged.

I couldn’t stop myself from lunging up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek, but before I could move back again, Brian was turning his head to catch my mouth with his. The kiss he gave me was deep and unhurried, open-mouthed and spine-tinglingly hot but still sweet. I shivered and went weak, sucking desperately on his tongue when he slipped it into my mouth. I’d missed kissing him so much over the last few days.

My cock was still hard from the shower, and it throbbed eagerly against Brian’s thigh as I clung to him. When the drugging kiss finally ended, his cock was filling too, growing half-hard to knock against his thigh.

I licked his taste off my lips and blinked fast to try and clear my head. I’d been doing something… Something important. Other than scaling Brian’s big, beautiful body and working his cock back inside me. It had been something else, but I was struggling to remember what.

Oh wait. Yes. I’d been taking care of him after his rut like he’d done for me throughout my heat. Next up was food. He needed to eat.

My fingers twitched with the overwhelming desire to reach down and grab Brian’s cock and lead him by it back to the bed, but as we’d already established, no other incubus in existence had ever exhibited as much restraint as me. Instead, I smiled up at him and dropped a final kiss on his chest before turning away.

“Let’s get you some food.”

Brian cleared his throat behind me. I felt the heat of him against my back, and a shiver of anticipation rolled down my spine before he even spoke.

“Klaus.” His breaths had grown a little ragged. Big hands grasped my hips, then slid up to circle my waist. “Need you again,” he rasped from behind me, nuzzling the top of my head.

I shivered when he dipped down to kiss my bare shoulder, making his way across to the bend of my neck. My head tilted to one side. “Yes,” I whispered. I needed him too. My heat had sated me completely—honestly, I probably wouldn’t need to feed again for weeks—but that wasn’t why I needed Brian. Not at all.

But as I turned to face him, something occurred to me. “Are you… are you okay having sex in your human form?” I asked hesitantly.

He nodded, expression grave as his gaze roamed over my face. His pupils dilated, gobbling up the beautiful blue of his eyes. “Yes.” His throat bobbed with a swallow as he met my eyes again and gave me a tiny smile. “I missed kissing you.”

I melted in his arms. “I missed kissing you too,” I whispered, sagging against him, looping my arms around his neck so he could support my weight fully.

He ducked his head and found my lips with his in a kiss that was both sweet and filthy. At the same time, he slid his hands down to grab my ass and hoisted me into his arms. I squeaked in delight into his mouth, twining my legs around his waist as he carried me back into the bedroom.

Within seconds of Brian laying me back on the bed, he was kissing his way down my body. With intent. My lips parted on a broken gasp when he licked a hot stripe up the length of my cock, then curled his long fingers around the base to tilt it up.

He moaned even louder than I did as he sucked my cock into his hot mouth. My head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut. I reached down to clutch at his thick hair, spreading my knees wider as my ass lifted off the mattress to drive my cock deeper in his mouth. My breathing was already ragged from the hot suction around my cock. The wet softness of his mouth massaging my length. The slippery friction of his tongue circling my tip, lapping the pre-cum from my slit, bumping over the flared head and the ridges decorating my shaft.

All too soon he was sucking up my shaft to tongue the head, his big hands grasping my hips, squeezing, fingertips denting flesh and massaging with restless arousal. He mouthed his way down my shaft, licking and kissing, before doing the same to my sac. I was already shuddering, moaning and gasping his name. His hands left my hips to grasp behind my knees, pushing them up as he shifted his mouth lower to nuzzle my taint as soon as it was exposed. My breath caught, and then I was moaning even louder when he dipped his head down to stroke his hot tongue over my hole.

The second lingering lick caused a full-body shudder to wrack my frame. Brian moaned against me, the sound low and hungry and relieved, all at the same time. My hole was still soft and swollen enough that he could dip his tongue in with ease, and I was so unbelievably sensitive that I almost came on the spot.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” Brian slurred, as if my slick was getting him drunk. He lapped it greedily straight from the source, alternating between fucking his tongue inside me and swirling it around my rim.

My lashes fluttered, eyes rolling back. A series of broken little moans escaped me between frantic breaths as I clutched at his hair, writhing beneath him on the bed. One of his hands left me, so I quickly wrapped my tail around my knee to keep my leg in the air. When Brian groaned a few seconds later, his body shuddering, I lifted my head to peer down blearily.

Another whimpering moan left me when I saw him stroking his big cock. He was eating me even more feverishly now, plunging his tongue deeper, lapping at me with hungry licks, swirling and flicking and sucking. I was shaking and making desperate little sounds, but I found the strength to gasp, “W-wait.”

Brian groaned in anguish but stopped, breathing hard as he lifted his head to look at me. It didn’t take me long to encourage him onto his back, and he caught on very quickly when I slung a leg over his head, facing his body.