I nod. His solution to my feeding problem involves a sex party. Well, he calls it a sex club.
Mal turns to me. “Remember my promise that no one is going to lay a finger on you? You are mine.”
I shiver and nod again.
Mal gets out of the car and comes and opens the door for me. I take his offered hand and step out into the cool night air. I’m not wearing very many clothes and I like the way the air is dancing across my naked skin.
Mal chose my outfit. From clothes that were once Sammy’s. I still don’t know who the human was, or is, to Mal and I’m trying not to think about it. They are my clothes now and Mal likes them, so that is all that matters.
The shoes are uncomfortable, but all shoes are. I like the black socks that come up to my mid-thigh. I also like this dark red skirt that barely covers my ass. I’m glad men can wear them again. Being restricted to trousers was so boring. Maybe one day, togas will become fashionable again. I’d like that. In the meantime, this outfit is fun. The only other thing I have on is a tight, sparkly topthat only just covers my nipples. The material covers my arms down to my wrists, but leaves my stomach and back bare.
Mal’s eyes roam over me again, and I like the way they light up. He is wearing tight black leather trousers and his torso is naked. All those beautiful muscles and intricate tattoos on proud display. I lick my lips.
“Let’s go in,” says Mal, and he picks up my leash and gives it a playful tug.
The collar around my neck is thin leather. The long chain Mal is holding is made from some flimsy modern metal. I could destroy both with a mere thought. The collar and chain are purely symbolic. But it should still irk me, but strangely I don’t hate it. I think I even like this public display of his ownership.
Mal grins at me and leads me inside the nondescript building. Flashing lights and loud music assault my senses. Hundreds of humans are crammed into the too small space. The air reeks of alcohol, leather, sweat and lust. I think I like it.
People are dancing. In the shadowy corners and in adjoining rooms, people are fondling one another and fornicating. There is so much arousal, lust and desire in the air, it is like a feast. But Mal has to know I cannot feed from this alone. It is a treat, a delicious snack, but it cannot sustain me.
As Mal leads me around the club, I feel a hundred pairs of eyes settle on me. I shudder. They want me, crave me, yearn for me. A sheer delight for any incubus. Once, I would have been ecstatic at the attention. Now…now it is unnerving. I step up close to Mal and press myself against his back. He stops and turns to face me. We are standing still in the middle of the club. His fingers find my chin and lift my face up to meet his eyes. The club falls away to an insignificant background. Mal is the center of my universe.
“Nobody gets to touch you,” he growls.
I nod.
“Do you trust me?”
I blink. I dislike that he owns me. I resent that he can control me. But, shockingly, yes. Yes, I do trust him. He will not hurt me. Or betray me.
Mal grins. His bright white teeth flashing in the dizzying lights of the club. His eyes are sparkling with pride. My trust makes him happy, and that fills me with joy.
I shudder. I can still feel very many pairs of eyes on me. Their avarice for me is choking the air and turning it heavy.
“You are beautiful, Gray,” says Mal. “That is why they are all staring. I don’t know if beauty standards have changed while you were away, and that is why you don’t realize. But fuck me, Gray. You are perfect. The most beautiful man they have ever seen.”
I stare up at him. He is being dramatic. I am an incubus. I chose a pretty body and I keep it that way. I am a predator and a desirable body is how I catch my prey. But it is not as extreme as he is making out.
He sees my disbelief and sighs. “That billionaire cunt searched every corner of the world for the most beautiful men he could find. He found you. Chose you. Bought you for his harem. Gray, you are one of the seven most gorgeous men in the world.”
I blink. Unease coils low in my gut. Old me would have been ecstatic at this news. I would have preened and pranced around like a peacock, exulting in all the attention. But new me is uncertain. I don’t think I want to be noticed. Perhaps I should change my appearance? Move the bones of my face around? It hurts like hell, but it might be worth it.
But Mal likes me this way. He thinks I’m perfect, gorgeous and beautiful. And I want to be those things for him.
“You are mine, remember?” he growls, and his eyes flash.
His fingers tighten on the leash. My heart thumps. I am his. He will protect me.
“Hey! What the fuck? How old are you?”
The human’s voice is loud. Reluctantly, I tear my gaze away from Mal to look at this intruder. He is a large tall man. Bigger than Mal. But he is only a mundane human.
“Old enough,” says Mal calmly.
The human huffs and crosses his bulging arms over his chest.
Mal sighs heavily. “Do you really think Nikolai is going to risk his license by allowing me to bring an underage boy to his club?”
