“Welcome, Ezekiel. I see you’re punctual as ever. Nerezza, this is Ezekiel, but it seems like you’ve already met one another,” Levi says, raising an eyebrow in question.
Zeke finally gives Levi his attention as he scoots closer to her and throws his arm around her shoulder, Rez nibbling on her lower lip. “Oh yeah. Rez and I go way back,” he says, smiling.
He turns back to address Rez, “And no one calls me Ezekiel, except for my parents, and Levi over there. He likes to play by the rules. Mr. Prim and Proper, he is,” he says, the last part in a horrible British accent. “If you ever want to see him have an aneurysm, go bend the rules—just a little,” he stage whispers while he pinches his fingers together, squinting.
I can’t hold back my chuckle as I look at Levi. He seems calm and in control to someone who doesn’t know him, but his left eye is twitching just enough to know that little comment hit its target. He quickly looks at the door and frowns. “Where’s Knox? I thought that was why you were late. You were supposed to swing by and get him,” he asks.
Knowing Zeke will undoubtedly have a long-winded excuse, I get up to refill my coffee and get one for Rez, adding cream and sugar. She looks like the type that likes sweet surgery diabetes in her cup, rather than my straight black. Handing her the concoction and sitting back down, propping my feet up once more, I watch as she contemplates if the gesture is friendly. She takes a hesitant sip, and I smile as she swallows the milky substance. Biting her lip once more, she looks back at me and mouths ‘thanks,’ before she takes a long drink. My heart leaps in its chest at the attention, which is satisfying yet annoying that I’m looking for it.
“So, Mr. Know-it-all, I did stop by to get him, but the Chief pulled him for some kind of Ops before we could escape. Then decided to lecture me for twenty minutes about how I should grow up and take responsibility and blah, blah, blah,” Zeke explains, throwing a megawatt smile towards Rez that she returns. “I guess it’s just you and me for the tour and signups around campus if you don’t mind sticking with me.” He winks, and my stomach clenches thinking of them spending more time together.
“I’m okay being stuck with you, Zeke. I was worried that my tour would be with Septic Tank over there,” Rez deadpans, nodding at me.
Levi chokes on his coffee and has a small coughing fit while Zeke looks at me with amusement.
Aww, the little minx wants to play, huh?
I pull my legs down from the table and lean on it instead, resting my chin on my hands, cocking an eyebrow. “Septic Tank? Now, why do I get that nickname, little minx?” I ask with a slight smirk.
Zeke’s arm falls off her shoulder as she mirrors my move. The movement pushes her breasts up, giving me an unhindered view of her creamy tanned mounds, and I lick my suddenly dry lips.
“Well, that’s easy, ST. I’ve seen what you’ve been dipping your wick in, and I’m surprised it hasn’t rotted off yet,” she bats her long sooty lashes at me and smiles innocently.
“Mmm, keep it up kitten, it almost sounds like you’re jealous of my lovers. I would have sworn green wasn’t your color.” Feeling like I have the final word, I lean back, popping my knuckles and lacing them behind my head.Just warming up, hun.
“Oh, I’m not jealous, just concerned. I’m afraid that you’re contagious, and I’ll get something from just being in the same room as you,” she scoffs and turns her attention to a wide-eyed Zeke. “Has he been inoculated?” She asks with a straight face, and I hide my smirk.
Touché, little minx.
Zeke bursts out laughing and slings an arm around Rez again. “I call dibs! She’s everything I’ve ever hoped for. Come on, let’s go,” he says as he pulls her up and out of her chair. With an amused expression, she pushes a strand of curls behind her ear and waves back at us as Zeke leads her out the door.
Glancing over at Levi, I notice a plethora of emotions crossing his normally stoic face. The only ones I latch onto, though, are awe and confusion. It reminds me of a boy noticing his cock for the first time, and I find myself giddy that I’ve caught him with his pants down per se. Catching my enjoyment from seeing him exposed, his walls come slamming down.
“What?” He snaps.
“Oooh, nothing. Just noticed a little lust filtering around the room earlier,” I bait, waiting to see if he will deny it.
“What can I say? That was hot, and it’s been a while,” he replies dismissively, and I’m like a shark zeroing in on blood in the water.
“How so? Weren’t you with Emer Friday night?” I ask, getting up and gathering the discarded coffee cups.
Levi buttons up his shirt and pulls a silk tie out of thin air.
“No, we broke up over the summer. She was asking to get back together.” He points to his cheek with an annoyed look without saying anything.Oh shit!He stands up and roughly yanks the tie around his neck, shaking his head. Grinding his teeth as he fusses with his tie until it was just right. I don’t understand why he doesn't magic that shit on. He has it. Why not use it? Once he has it to perfection, he shoots me a knowing look.
“Who are you about to go visit?” He asks. The problem with us growing up together, he can read me as much as I can read him.
“I think I’m going to hit up the gym first and see if I can work it out of my system. You know scratching the itch is just that. There are no feelings there for me. It’s all just empty. I hate feeling that way and of course all the women just see me as a good lay,” I shrug. “If not, then I’ll hit up Serafin, maybe.” I wipe my hands on my jeans, and we walk to the door, going our separate ways.
* * *
An hour of heavy lifting and sprints on the treadmill, the need to expel this urge to fuck coursing through my body is still riding me hard. It was a slim chance to rid my body of the carnal need for a release by working out, but it’s happened before, so it was worth a shot. Most guys have to keep their bodies in pristine condition to attract the opposite sex, or same-sex if you swung that way, but since I’m an Incubus, it doesn’t matter.
I have control over lust in general. Therefore, I feed off of other people's sexual desire. The little taste I got off of Rez while she was eating was like feeding me brownies full of ecstasy. Yes, she helped with the itch more so than any random person in passing, but then she brings on another problem. Ever tried to eat justonechip? Yeah, it doesn’t happen. Her lust was all kinds of potent as hell and I’m craving more. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen. So, I need to find another release.
Still, another perk is that my body was made to be attractive to others. I mean literally. I’m covered in tattoos that act as a glamour, so people see what they want when I take them to bed. You want the buff bodybuilder? I got you. You want the skinny nerd with glasses? I have that too. A pygmy? Don’t laugh. It’s happened. The only thing that people remember when they talk about how good I was in bed is that I rocked their world. They never remember what my body looked like, just that they had countless orgasms, and always wanted more.
Walking down the corridor to Death’s tower dorms, I spot Serafin with a few friends outside of her dorm room. She’s a sea harpy or what humans deemed a mermaid. I have no idea where those stories came from. She didn’t have a tail or seashells on her massive tits, but she does have pearlescent blue skin, and her pussy always smells like the beach. Her hair is a mixture of seaweed and pure white tendrils that flow down to her waist. A friend across from her points in my direction, and she turns and gives me a wicked smile full of tiny rows of teeth. You best believe I’ve never let her give me a blow job. I’m horny, not stupid. Her features are like any other sea harpy, even the men. Small nose with two slits for nostrils and gills running up their necks, but Serafin has a couple of smaller ones closer to her ear, showcasing her purer blood. Her wide, pale yellow eyes sparkle when she sees me approaching, and I know the deal is already sealed.
