AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“What should I say?”
“Just ‘stop’ is enough. Unless saying that word is part of your fantasy?”
“I won’t say the word unless I mean it. What do I do?” With him overshadowing me, I’m breathing hard. “Run?”
His eyes flare with demonic light. “You have one minute before I pursue you.”
I edge away from him, not turning my back on him, before my heels reach the top of the stairs. “Only a minute?”
“I’m counting.”
A thrill of terror and lust shivers down my spine.
I whirl downstairs, my feet pounding the stairs, my hand tracing the tower wall. When I reach the bottom of the tower, I swear. The cursed roses tangle across the door. Quickly, I prick my finger on a thorn. The vines slither away and let me through.
How much time have I lost?
I burst free from the tower and run through the Thornwood. My blood sings through my veins. Rain streaks my naked body.
Fuck, I don’t think I can outrun the demon like this. Unless I turn into a dragon and fly away, though that seems like cheating.
My feet skid on the wet moss. Stumbling, I catch myself, spring into a crouch, and push off. I’m running again, looking for a place to hide, wondering—
Claws close around my shoulders an instant before I’m tackled to the ground.
I’m flipped onto my back. The demon holds me by my wrists. I twist beneath him, trying to knock him off me, but he’s too strong and heavy. My heart bangs against my ribs like a prisoner in a cage.
He locks gazes with me, waiting for a refusal, but I spread my legs in invitation. I want to fuck him more than I want to fight him.
“You thought you could run from me?” he murmurs the words, deadly soft. “There’s no escape.” He sinks into me in one stroke.
I groan. “I wanted you to catch me.”
“You wanted an incubus to fuck you?” He thrusts harder. “Wicked girl.”
I pretend to be innocent. “I thought I was a good girl?”
“Both.” He grinds into me, deliciously slow. “The best kind of wicked girl.”
I shudder when his tail snakes between my thighs. The forked point of it, rough like his horns, rubs me in a lazy circle. Raw pleasure makes my hips jerk.
“Fuck me.” I’m chanting the words. Begging him. “Fuck me.”
He ruts into me, pinning me to the dirt, his hands locked around my wrists. My climax hits me so hard I cry out and arch off the ground. He keeps fucking me, dragging out my pleasure, chasing his own release. His wings arch when he comes, groaning. His cock throbs until I’m overflowing.
I sprawl out on the ground. Breathless. Boneless. He’s still inside me. Still hard. An incubus talent I can enjoy again.
He picks a rose petal from my tangled hair. “Red. The same color as your hair.”
“I’m a red fucking dragon.” I echo my words from before, the first time we met.
He laughs, low in his throat. “I’ve fucked a red dragon.”
I arch my eyebrows. “While I’m a woman.”
When he slides out of me, his seed escapes onto my thighs. He bends down to kiss my neck. I shiver with his lips against my pulse. His fangs linger so close to my skin.
“Will you bite me?” I ask.
