Page 14 of His Incubus Husband

The grizzly alpha liked to leave traces. He didn’t bruise Tino or even tear his hole because he saw him as an asset. But he fantasized about it. Tino could sense the bloodlust in the man and appreciated the danger.

He was left a little disappointed when Big Bobby didn’t snap and hurt him. The old man didn’t even spank Tino and finished too early, grunting and swearing.

Tino didn’t come.

Under different circumstances, he’d stay for a second round. He had many tricks up his sleeve that would make Big Bobby get hard again and fuck him better.

But today was only a prelude. An appetizer. The negotiation had been successful, and he’d feed tomorrow.

Like an obedient slut, he licked Big Bobby’s horse dick clean, lingering around the barbell at the tip. Then he thanked the man and gave him a kiss on his scruffy cheek before leaving with a wad of money in his pocket. He’d find some use for the cash. Maybe he would truly leave the city. Who knew what the future held?

After leaving the club, he intercepted a slightly drunk middle-aged alpha in an alley. One fleeting orgasm against the wall was barely worth the beer vapors he was forced to inhale, but he needed something to tide him over.

He hoped like hell tomorrow would solve his feeding problem. He felt weak, and he hated it.

For the hundredth time, he thought of going back to the ridiculously large mansion at the foot of the mountain. He could take a cab and reach the area in twenty minutes. Sandoval’s security was surely state of the art, but nothing could stop Valentino from getting into places he wanted to be.

Except it wouldn’t be smart.

He’d shown his true form that night. He’d taken everything he could. Drowning in mindless desire for more, he’d even nursed Oswald, which was something he hadn’t allowed himself to do in over a century.

He couldn’t remember ever craving a human so much that he almost fucked the man to death. He had killed before, taking a knot until his victim’s heart failed, but never by accident!

No, he couldn’t go back. Sir Oswald Sandoval would never meet the sweet blond omega ever again, nor any of Tino’s many other alter egos.

The next day, he arrived at Dirty Dick’s five minutes late. He avoided the crowded bar area and went straight to the back office. Big Bobby’s angry frown melted as soon as Tino put aside his bag and took off the stolen trench coat he wore. The red corset he had underneath pushed his pecs up and brought out his nipples. He’d paired it with matching assless panties that barely contained his soft cock and balls.

“You’re late.”

Big Bobby stood and walked around his desk. He checked Tino’s pupils—as if drugs could work on Tino’s metabolism—before assessing his outfit again.

“Turn around.”

Tino obeyed, cocking his hip.

“Nice. That stays on.”

He gave Tino’s ass a light spank and opened the door. “Get the bench ready,” he yelled at someone out in the bar and closed it again.

Then he took a can of energy drink out of an aging mini fridge.

“Do you want something?”

“No. Just give me some water here and there during the performance.”

It was funny to even call it a performance. Tino would be a piece of meat tied to a bench. But he could play it up with well-timed moans and wails—and he could pretend to faint for a bit or cry a little.

“What’s in the bag?” Big Bobby asked.

Tino lifted the shoulder bag from the floor and pulled out a sex toy shaped like a budding tulip with a long stem. He unwrapped it, leaving the protective film only over the upper part, and handed it to Big Bobby with a smile.

“I brought my own for the main event.”

The gruff alpha whistled. “That’s one fat bud, boy.”

“It’s sterile. You take the plastic off just before you put it in. Go slow but steady with no pausing and no back and forth. Just smoothly forward. The bud needs to be all the way in my womb before you turn on the vibration cycle. A couple of minutes should be enough to loosen me up.”

“How do I know it’s all the way in?”