And I broke eye contact.
I’m not even a tiny bit sorry. The way that he’s stretching is making his muscles pop in the most delicious way, and quite frankly, I want to climb onto his lap and ride him.
Right now, I don’t give a fuck that the others are here. In fact, the idea of them watching turns me on in a way that I didn’t think it would.
Damn.
I force my gaze away from River when I hear a sharp inhale, and my eyes collide with Camden’s golden, heated gaze.
His incubus has come out to play, as my smile begins to widen, ready to poke the beast and throw all caution to the wind, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When they open again, they’re still full of heat, but they’re no longer gold.
I tilt my head to the side ever so slightly.
Challenge accepted, Camden.
He must see something in my expression because his eyes flash gold again.
Oh, it will be so much fun to push him and play with him until he stops holding back.
I get it, incubus can be dangerous, deadly even. Especially ones as strong as Camden is, and we know I’m strong, but we don’t know if I can handle him.
Well, he doesn’t know whether I can handle him in full incubus mode. I know I can, he would never hurt me, and I would be willing to bet my life on that. I also know that I am more than strong enough to handle him in full incubus mode, and that’s an instinct, not a hope.
We’ll work on it.
“Neith?” Raiden asks, his eyebrows dipped slightly.
I shake my head slightly, as if to physically bring myself out of my thoughts, but keep my gaze locked on Camden, standing up, a wicked smile crosses my features, and Coen and Vans eyes narrow slightly with suspicion, they know me far too well.
“Sorry, my mind was elsewhere. I was just thinking over options for what to do to make Doc let go of that iron-clad control he has over his incubus,” I say slowly.
River leans back in his chair with a pleased smile on his face, as Ransom smirks, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes darting between the two of us while everyone else just watches.
“What makes you think that I need to let go?” Doc asks, his eyes on mine.
A sane person would have walked around the table at this point, it would have had the same effect.
I don’t.
I’m not sane.
I never claimed to be, quite the opposite.
Using my magic to give me a little boost, I step up onto the table and then walk across it to where he’s watching me from, looking slightly shocked. Which makes someone chuckle quietly.
Sitting down on the table and pulling him close, my feet balanced on either side of his thighs on the edge of his chair, his hands grip my hips, I grin.
I take hold of his chin in my hands and lean forward, my lips meeting his, and his grip tightens as his tongue tangles with mine, and I feel his incubus start to edge forward.
We’re not close enough.
I slip off the table, landing in his lap, and rock my hips. My core moves against his dick, making us both groan slightly as he deepens the kiss, and my nails dig into his shoulders.
I suddenly find myself airborne, his lips never leaving mine, as he lays me down on the thankfully cleared table. I don’t give a shit right now if I have bacon in my hair, but I probably would later.
That’s a lie.
Bacon is the perfect after sex snack. I wouldn't care if I found some in my hair.
