Something about the melodic, seductive, distinctly male voice sang to me. Called to my magic. Unable to resist the command, I took a step forward. The figure raised his head, and two red eyes found mine.
The magic in my veins roared to life, causing the cold grate in the corner to burst into flames.
“Hurry, little witch, I don’t have long.” The sweet scent of decay cloaked the stranger and the bed, underpinned by the coppery taint of spilled blood.
“Who are you?” I asked, swallowing hard as my pulse quickened. Another step forward and my thigh brushed the thick, velvety fur hanging from the foot of the bed.
“I’m yours, little witch. Hurry.” The male shifted a fraction and tried to sit up before slumping back down with a groan. I should have been afraid, but everything in me screamed I needed to go to him.Heal him.
Shoving my doubts about this strange male down, I reached for his hand. The skin beneath my fingertips was cool, like marble. Surprisingly strong fingers curled around mine, tugging me closer. My heartbeat raced faster until it pounded so hard inside my chest I worried my ribs might crack open.
“So hungry,” the male whispered before, in a surprising show of strength, he shot upright and sank his fangs into my wrist.
The sudden pain made me flinch, but the pleasure that followed was so intense I almost collapsed. The male pulled hard on my vein, each draw of my lifeblood pushing me toward something I’d only experienced with my bear.
Arousal soaked my shorts and trickled down my thighs. I whimpered and cried out as an orgasm ripped through me, sending fire roaring up the chimney. Burning embers exploded outward and floated all around me as the male detached his fangs from my wrist with a deep, pleasured groan.
As I stood trembling, he licked the puncture wounds on my wrist with an obscenely long, pink tongue. A sudden image of what else that tongue could do sent more shockwaves through my core.
Goddess, what was wrong with me?
Before I could ask him what in the stars was happening, the room faded, and I opened my eyes to see an incubus staring at me.
“Where did you go?” he asked as I struggled to make sense of the most realistic dream I’d ever had. When I glanced down at my wrist, I saw no sign of a bite or blood.
I quickly pulled the covers up, realizing a fraction too late that my tee barely covered my breasts and, thanks to my erotic dream, my nipples were busy poking holes through the cheap fabric. My shorts were soaked too, but at least Zane wasn’t a shifter, so hopefully he’d not be able to scent my arousal.
There was no sign of Kenji, thank the stars. The last thing I needed right now was to deal with his sarcastic commentary.
“Just a dream.” I scrubbed my eyes and then glared at him. “Why are you in my room? It’s supposed to have protective wards on the door.”
The incubus shrugged. “You invited me in.”
“No, I didn’t…” My brow scrunched in confusion.
“On the contrary. You petted me for hours in your bed, which, for the record, I enjoyed very much.” He smirked and stared at my tits with heat in his eyes while I tried to ignore the telltale bulge in his pants. A very large bulge.Stars above.
The uncomfortable throb between my thighs grew harder to ignore. Had someone hexed me with a lust spell? It was the only explanation. The only explanation I wanted to believe anyway.
Lust spells turned the recipient into mindless creatures whose only mission in life was to get laid. I’d seen the results after Willow cast alust spell on a male who angered her. The poor human had woken up with some seriously terrible memories and a full quotient of STIs.
My familiar blinked into sight. He huffed at the sight of the incubus. “No sex while I’m around. It’s in the Witch Code of Conduct. We familiars are easily traumatized.”
“Pretty sure you’re the one traumatizing me.”
Kenji ignored my complaint and shuffled his way under the blanket over the foot of the bed until all I could see was his black nose.
“Wake me when it’s time for breakfast,” he ordered before a snore vibrated through my feet.
“I brought you a gift,” the incubus said as Kenji’s snores grew louder. Was there a rule in the Witches’ Code of Conduct that banned the killing of one’s familiar? I hoped not, because if he carried on snoring for what remained of the night, I might need to end him.
“Gift?” My brain misfired on all cylinders, sluggish as hell. Too sluggish to make sense of the incubus’ words. Why would he bring me a gift?
“A phone.” He pulled a sleek metal device from his pocket and handed it to me. The device felt warm and light in my hand. I stared at the black glass screen, confused about why he’d given me such an expensive gift.
“Touch it, and it’ll come to life.” From the incubus’ smirk, the double entendre was deliberate.
“Um, thanks?” My gaze drifted down and caught on a smudge of black across his wrist. Was that blood? It sure smelled funky enough to be blood. But not red enough to be human, witch, or shifter blood.
