“You know this because?—”
“She fucked me once, too,” I said, instantly regretting the words.Fuck.Usually alcohol didn’t hit me this hard, this fast...
“Ah,” Desmond said, his tone bristling as he fidgeted in his seat.
“You didn’t—” Norm pressed, his eyes glazing.“You’re not?—”
Desmond’s eyes widened.“What?”He practically choked on his pint.
I hit him on the back, probably harder than I should have.
“Oh gods no, why would you think?—”
“I mean, you two obviously know each other, and she’s never mentioned knowing aprince, so?—”
The jealousy in Norm’s voice was evident.
“Oh no.No, no, I’m afraid you have that all wrong—” Desmond shook his head.He sucked down a hefty gulp of his drink.
“How do you know her?”I asked.“And don’t lie to us.”
Desmond looked scared.On edge.
“Dezzy...come on,” Norman said.“I thought we were friends here...what aren’t you telling me?”
“It’s not what you think,” he said, gripping his glass.
“Then tell us so we know what to think,” I said.
“I...”He sucked in a breath.“It’s complicated.”
“Try me,” I said, noticing the terror in his eyes.I don’t know what I expected him to say, but what came out his mouth wasnotit.
“I’m a virgin,” he blurted out, cheeks turning scarlet.
“What?”Norman’s holler rattled the chandeliers and the entire bar turned to look at us.
I channeled my lust, spreading as much out as I could to soothe and relax the air around us so people would not start an argument.
Desmond coughed.“I?—”
“What does that have to do with anything?”Norm asked.
Desmond caught my gaze and the truth of his words fell on me like ice.
Desmond O’Neil was not just a Dark Fae heir.He was a virginalincubus.
Which meant he hadn’t gone into heat.Surely by twenty he should have experienced a heat, but...
“You never had a heat,” I gasped.
He shook his head.“I sought Wanda’s help,” he said, his voice shaking.“But not in the physical sense, in the?—”
“You tried to ignite your heat,” I said, understanding dawning on me.
“Yes.”
“And it didn’t work?”Norm asked, dumbfounded.
