“Your shadows aretouchingme.”
I grin wickedly. “I know.”
* * *
Destiny
I should probably be concerned about riding through downtown Carmel butt-naked on the back of a giant biker-incubus’s motorcycle. Instead, I’m trying not to moan. Because Rahel’s shadows are definitely touching me. Sliding under the blanket like curious fingers, trailing up my thighs, circling my nipples, teasing the sensitive skin behind my ears. It’s like being caressed by warm smoke. Everywhere at once.
“You okay back there?” His voice carries over the rumble of the engine.
“Your shadows are… AH!” One of them flicks my clit and I jerk against his back. “Rahel!”
His laugh is pure evil. “Just keeping you warm, baby.”
“That’s not… oh, God…” Another flick, this time, followed by a slow, torturous circle. “That’s not just keeping me warm!” I protest.
“No?” I can hear the smirk in his voice. “You feel pretty warm to me. Hot, even.”
Asshole’s right. My heat had calmed a bit after he knotted me, but now it’s building again. Like a burn down to my core that keeps growing with every second.
“How far is your place?” I groan.
“Ten minutes.”
“I’ll be dead in ten minutes.”
He lets out a booming laugh. “You’re not going to die, baby.” This time, his shadow slips inside me … just an inch, enough to make me clench … and I bite down on his jacket to muffle my scream. “You’re going to be a good girl and hold it until I get you in my bed.”
“I hate you,” I whimper.
“No, you don’t.”
No, I really don’t.
The ten minutes feel like ten hours.
By the time Rahel pulls into an underground parking garage, I’m a trembling, slick-soaked mess clinging to his back. His shadows haven’t stopped their assault the entire ride. Teasing, stroking, thrusting just enough to drive me fucking insane, but never enough to let me come.
When he parks his bike, I’m putty in his hands.
“Easy.” He catches me as I slide off, my legs refusing to cooperate. “I got you.”
“You’re evil,” I hiss at my alpha. “An actual evil demon.”
“Incubus,” he corrects with a wide grin, lifting me into his burly arms again.
I huff. “What’s the difference?”
Still smiling down at me, all sharp fangs and glowing eyes, he replies in his sexy, raspy voice, “Demons just want your soul. I also want your heart and every fucking inch of your gorgeous body.”
We both laugh as I smack his chest.
Rahel holds me against his chest with my head tucked under his chin, his shadows finally giving me a break, while the elevator climbs and climbs and climbs…
“Dude, how high is your apartment?” I finally ask.
He chuckles, pressing his full lips to my temple. “Penthouse.”
