How to Kill an Incubus: A Rae Erickson Story Page 13

  He rolled his eyes. “No, babe—the things you need to know, the questions you have to ask.”

  “Oh, right.” I eyed him. “Actually, I have a question right now.”

  “Ask away,” Daniel invited, now standing at a safe distance from me.

  “Can… can incubi have sex with people in their dreams?” Wow, you don’t sound crazy!

  He regarded me for a long time before answering with, “Yeah, but the kicker is that even though it just feels like a dream, in reality, the sex happened.”

  I thought of the love bite on my neck and inwardly cursed.

  Chapter 9

  In the next few days after my unforgettable weekend in London, Google became my best friend. If someone went through the browser history on both my laptop and BlackBerry, I’d be forever labeled a kinky weirdo for search terms like “sexual encounters with incubi” and “are orgasms with demons supposed to be so awesome?”

  From contemplating my existence on this earth (Was I really just meant to be demon catnip?) and ignoring Daniel’s sudden frequent phone calls (I didn’t want to know how he’d obtained my number when we’d barely said five words in person to each other in the past. The man was my own personal sexy stalker), to following JP Fontaine around (something that had become as exciting as watching Oprah clip her toenails)—I didn’t have any time to really delve into deeper issues.

  There was something that niggled at my conscience, something that kept me awake in a cold sweat late at night—every night, as a matter of fact. It constantly pushed itself to the fore of my thoughts as soon as my head hit the pillow, ominous and persistent. If the witch’s magic was supposed to keep demons out, how did Andrei get in?

  Maybe there was an exception for the lord of them all. Maybe there was nothing that could keep him away from me. Maybe his power was too great for a simple witch called Paisley, of all names.

  Whatever helps you sleep at night, my inner voice snorted.

  Except that I wasn’t sleeping at night. I was afraid of being defiled in my dreams and liking it. It made no difference that Daniel had confessed to only getting the opportunity to make my house in Parishville, and certainly not my Parisian penthouse, demon-proof. If Andrei wanted in, he didn’t have to wait for me to fall asleep. Because of this, sleep was hard to come by.

  My late-night suspicion was the one thing I couldn’t ask Daniel. And Google didn’t help either. Instead, I spent late nights in front of my laptop laughing uncontrollably at ridiculous forums like Demonic Encounters. They were filled with pathetic-sounding women claiming to have experienced “sexual encounters with otherworldly beings and suffering the physical ramifications because of them”. One woman went so far as to say that she didn’t even mind the intrusion, that sex with the demon was infinitely better than with her “disappointing, Viagra-popping” husband.

  These women were of no help to me and many of the “seers” that offered to get rid of said incubi sounded like money-grabbing quacks as well. There was little luck of finding a way to separate truth from fiction.

  So I kept my questions to myself… until myrna_lake67.

  It was one late Friday evening, after hitting Nicolette for two hours in the hopes of catching JP doing something, I returned to my penthouse and kicked my heels off before settling on the couch with my laptop. Out of habit, I logged in to Demonic Encounters as a guest user and scanned the recent posts. The usual horny crazies posted outlandishly graphic—and made up, I was sure—descriptions of sexual encounters with demons. Leaning back on the couch, I rolled my eyes at d3moan3r’s story of what had allegedly gone down in her apartment last night. She claimed she was practically paralyzed from the waist down and had been comatose for the entire morning.

  Then there was a post from someone called scared_&_alone. She wanted to know why the witch’s ward wasn’t working on a particular demon that had been visiting her since she’d turned eighteen. The demon had been coming weekly—no pun intended—for ten years now, alternating once in a while with a second creature. And she was beginning to think that the “mental and physical anguish” would never stop. The second demon had since ceased his visits, which was how scared_&_alone knew the witch she’d paid hadn’t been a hack, but the first one had continued to make his regular stopovers—albeit only in her dreams.

  myrna_lake67 was the only commenter.

  myrna_lake67: Do you have feelings for this demon?

  scared_&_alone: What? OF COURSE NOT. My body and mind can’t take this! I’m being attacked in my own home! How could you ask such a thing?

  myrna_lake67: Please don’t be offended. Oftentimes, an incubus’ allure clouds our normal judgment and we end up with misguided feelings. We know having any kind of affection for this creature is wrong, but perhaps his magic sucks you into feeling things for him. It’s quite common. The large part of a witch’s magic is in keeping unwanted creatures out. But if you subconsciously want this demon, then that magic cannot fully work. Don’t be alarmed. It is not love that you are feeling, merely the end result of years of abuse at the hands of an evil being.

  scared_&_alone: can I PM you??? Please! I need to talk to someone that understands.

  myrna_lake67: Even better – e-mail me here: houseofmystique@hotmail.com

  Well, fuck me sideways and call me Bob!

  I read and reread what myrna_lake67 had sent the other woman and bit my lower lip until I drew blood. Feelings. Fucking feelings?! No! I slammed my laptop closed and placed it on the coffee table before getting to my feet.

  scared_&_alone could’ve been me—except I wouldn’t just lie down and take what she’d taken for ten goddamn years! And I wasn’t scared, nor was I alone, because apparently, I had a freaking hot babysitter doing quite a shitty job of watching my back. Still, the fact that Andrei had made me come in my sleep was testament to the fact that, much like scared_&_alone’s witch, Paisley’s magic hadn’t worked.

  Why are you shutting me out?

  That was what Andrei had asked me in my pseudo-dream, wasn’t it? I hadn’t known what the hell he meant. But now, after finding out about the ward, it clicked—except that he hadn’t really been shut out because I most probably had feelings for him. No, ‘it’.

  I stood in my bedroom, peeling off my halter neck dress in front of the mirror. Naked, I pondered all this. Yes, I missed sex with him. I missed it so much that I thought about calling him. The fact that I didn’t have Andrei’s number was the only thing that had kept me from doing just that. And sure, I kind of gotten into the habit of faithfully taking birth control, even when I went without sex. But it wasn’t because I wanted to be prepared when Andrei finally came around to inevitably fuck me.

  Right?

  Shit!

  “What are we looking at?” a lazy voice came from the doorway.

  Jumping, I spun around.

  Shit!

  “You can’t come around anymore, Andrei,” I said quickly, snatching my nightgown from the same chair I’d tied him to (that felt like it had been years ago). I put the gown on and pulled my hair into a ponytail.

  “I prefer you naked,” he growled, his words trickling down my body and entering my sex like warm liquid.

  Dammit! What the hell am I wet for?

  “I don’t care. What do you want?” I folded my arms across my chest, giving him the once-over. As usual, he looked like a walking orgasm. His hair was pulled back from his face and hung in a low ponytail. A forest green T-shirt strained across the planes of his hard chest and a pair of dark jeans clung to his powerful thighs. And lastly, a pair of black motorcycle boots completed his I’d-Be-Sexy-in-Dog-Shit look. This was the man that supposedly ruled an army of demons in the Underworld.

  “You,” he ground out, slowly striding to me. “But you already knew that.”

  I stood my ground, refusing to be a replica of the pathetic scared_&_alone—and running. “Aren’t you going to ask about the ward?” I asked.

  He paused before me, a wry smile on his face. “I should
be hurt. You want to keep me out now?”

  “Daniel, he’s my hunter friend, wanted to protect me from your kind. He’s such a great guy. Strange but great,” I said in one breath, suppressing a groan when I noticed that Andrei was sporting a hard-on that could’ve impaled concrete. To say it was distracting was an understatement.

  He arched a brow. “Trying to make me jealous?”

  “Trying?” I spluttered, a thought occurring to me. “What about that flunky you sent after us last week? The one who attacked Daniel and me in Parishville? Was he a result of my trying to make you jealous?”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Don’t play dumb with me! He said your name. Before Daniel banished him, of course.”

  “You were attacked,” Andrei said to himself, his gaze flitting to the wall. His piercing eyes finally swiveled to mine—and the look on his face then could have melted the skin off my bones. “Did he say anything else?”

  I swallowed. Jumping to conclusions seemed to be my M.O. at the moment. “He just went, ‘Andrei’s’ and that was it. I think he was insinuating that I… that I belong to you.”

  Andrei nodded, considering this.

  “But I don’t. I’m my own person and I don’t appreciate the notion that…”

  “And that’s all he said?” he asked, interrupting my attempt at being assertive.

  “Well, yes. He looked like a kid, if that’s any help.”

  Andrei gave out a short bark of laughter. “No, it’s not. Rae, I could temporarily transform myself into an eighty-year-old right this second, if the fancy struck me. So getting an APB out for a demon isn’t a picnic. He probably picked a skin at random.”

  “That’s comforting.”

  “Hey,” he said, his voice suddenly gentle. “I’ll look into it. No one touches you. No one.”

  I averted my eyes. There was no way I was going to feel all warm and fuzzy inside because he just told me he’d look out for me. I wasn’t one of those women who stood idly by while a man fought her battles and opened her car door.

  “You’re getting sappy,” I mumbled, gliding past him. “Is there ever a point to your visits besides wanting to fuck me?”

  “Actually, there’s one thing I could use your opinion on.”

  Before I could shoot him a curious look, Andrei had me pinned down on the bed, his front pressed against mine and his hands holding down my wrists above my head.

  “What?” I breathed, alarm bells ringing in my head.

  “Rough or gentle?”

  Oh, hell!

  How could I resist that? It was acutely impossible for me to think about anything beyond the thrill of his erection nudging my opening. In that position, my mind was in fuck-me-now mode.

  “Rough,” I gasped, because Andrei being gentle made me think about feelings, butterflies and… kittens licking chubby babies—all that nasty shit.

  “I knew you’d say that.”

  He flipped me onto my stomach and yanked my gown off. “Are you fucking the hunter?”

  “What?” I murmured into my pillow, shivering under Andrei’s stare. “No.”

  I felt his hands stroke my ass and I whimpered when he pulled me to my knees. I loved my ass and I loved him in my ass.

  “Why not?”

  Holy crap, was that his finger?! Sure enough, his wet digit was closing in on the puckered hole between my butt cheeks. I automatically tensed.

  “We’re not like that,” I replied hoarsely. “But I’ve thought about it.”

  I knew what I was doing, goading Andrei into a fit of jealousy, but nothing could have prepared me for the exquisite sensation of his index finger thrusting into me. He didn’t even wait for me to become accustomed to the intrusion, and that undisguised malice was exciting.

  “Fuck my finger,” he grunted.

  My hands tangled in the bedsheets beneath me as I automatically did as he instructed. The tight ring of muscles down there clenched around Andrei’s finger, slowly sucking him in. Sweet, delicious pleasure washed over me by the bucket load when his other hand slid between my thighs, zoning in on my sopping sex.

  Andrei leaned over me, his mouth inches away from my ear. “Did you tell the hunter how much you like my demon cock inside you?” he snarled before he flicked his tongue into the shell of my ear.

  I wailed, wanting him to undress, wanting to feel his hot skin against mine. “No.”

  “What would he think of you if you told him?” His other hand was working on me now, his long, cruel fingers recklessly tweaking my clit. “Rae Erickson, the demon hunter’s daughter who can’t get enough of my demon cock inside her tight little pussy.”

  I shamelessly rocked against him, strange little noises leaving my lips. Everything he was doing threatened to bring me to a climax—even his freaking smell turned me on.

  “Why the fuck aren’t you speaking?” Andrei parted the drenched folds of my opening and dipped a finger deep within me. Every thrust sent me spiraling out of control.

  I cried out, wanting my release.

  “What do you want, Rae? My cock? My mouth? You want me to fuck you hard enough to kill you?”

  Yes, yes, yes, yes!

  “Cock,” I panted, the word effortlessly rolling out of my mouth. “I want your cock.”

  “Too fucking bad,” he spat, withdrawing his fingers from both my openings.

  I collapsed onto my stomach, gasping for breath as hot anger enveloped me. I hadn’t come yet. The letdown brought tears of frustration to my eyes. I felt Andrei’s pressure on the mattress disappear and I bit back a scream. I needed to climax.

  His husky voice came from somewhere above me. “Get yourself off.”

  I rolled onto my back, expecting to find him fully clothed. Instead, the sight of his powerful, hulking body was the one that greeted me. My throat went dry and everything else became wet.

  “Okay,” I whispered, knowing that with the visual stimulation his body was providing, I only had to flick my clit and it would be over.

  Andrei’s eyes were dark, almost onyx, with desire. His huge erection jutted proudly from the slab of his abdomen, translucent moisture glistening on its large crown. And veins strained along his thick, flush shaft while his testicles hung tight with unreleased liquid pleasure.

  I spread my legs, opening myself to him. Glancing down, I examined myself. My sex pulsed with need and my clit stood erect from within its damp folds. I rubbed the swollen bud and moaned, shuddering. My eyes were trained on Andrei, not because he was “visual stimulation”, but because there was no other place I wanted to look. He remained impassive, save for his darkening stare and ever-hardening manhood. When I slipped two fingers into my opening, I imagined it was him, fucking me harder than ever. I imagined the large, bulbous head pressing against my entrance and the throbbing shaft brushing against my inner walls.

  “Ah, shit,” I cried out, lifting my ass off the bed as I went deeper. “Ah, yes…”

  And with that, I came apart in my own hand. Through heavy-lidded eyes, I watched Andrei sit on the edge of the bed, his legs dangling over.

  “Get on the floor.” His voice was little more than a murmur.

  I wasn’t in the mood to argue and, quite frankly, I wanted him inside me too much to do so. I slowly rolled off the bed and knelt before him, his cock in my face. I needed it inside me.

  “Suck me off.”

  Aye. Da. Hai. Ja. Na’am. Oui. Sí. Sim. Fuck, yes!

  I wrapped my hand around the thick base, sliding my palm along it. His cock was honestly the biggest I’d ever had and caressing him was like receiving an early Christmas present. Looking up and meeting his sharp eyes, I knew that it felt the same way for him, too.

  I licked my lips. “It’s always a surprise when you manage to fit this big, monstrous dick inside my tiny pussy,” I remarked before I swiped my thumb across its glossy head. Desperate need tugged at my lower belly. “Does it surprise you, Andrei? Does it surprise you when my greedy pussy swallows it whole?”
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  Andrei’s hands were firmly planted on either side of his thighs. “Yes,” he hissed, his eyes momentarily turning crimson.

  I stroked him lazily, every single one of his veins imprinting on my slick palm. “I’m going to deep throat you so good, you’ll be fucking my esophagus,” I said huskily, my tongue slipping out to taste the musky tang of his pre-cum.

  He groaned, his hands immediately flying to my hair. “Rae.” My name on his tongue sounded like both a curse and a prayer. “Such a fucking dirty mouth.”

  I licked my way down his shaft, his musky taste driving me batshit crazy. I could feel my own juices trickling down my thighs before I lowered my tongue to his crown and sucked him in. He drew in a sharp breath, his fingertips digging into my scalp.

  “Cock-sucking Jezebel,” he growled, tugging cruelly at my hair.

  My ponytail had long come undone and so my hair fell into my face in wild, inky curls. Pain shot through my scalp but I didn’t give a damn. The only thing that mattered was Andrei’s prick in my mouth, hard and pulsing. I took in more of him, my hands circling him, holding him steady. And his filthy talk was only making me wetter.

  Andrei jerked into me, and I scraped my teeth against his heated flesh, tugging a curse from his mouth. My cheeks hollowed and I felt him hit the sensitive tissue at the back of my throat. Suppressing my gag reflex, I hummed a tune, the vibrations turning him to a shuddering hulk of need.

  “Oh, fuck,” he hissed, “get off me. Rae, get off!” He pulled at my hair, lifting my mouth off his manhood.

  I scowled. “You were just about to come.”

  “Inside you,” he countered sharply, standing and pulling me up with him. “I need to come inside you.”

  He shoved me onto my bed and I drew myself up on my elbows, regarding him through hazy eyes. The anticipation was practically killing me. If I died right then, they’d put “Death from the female equivalent of blue balls” on my death certificate.