Page 32 of His Incubus Husband

Valentino looked down, his shoulders hunched.

“How many?” Oswald repeated slowly.

“Seven,” the demon replied.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

For a moment, Oswald was speechless.

“Did you hurt any of them?”

A flash of defiance, and then, “Of course not. I gave them pleasure.”

That face. All that beauty and youth and innocence. He wanted to throw the boy onto the floor and fuck him like the whore he was.

“They were just food, Sir Oswald,” Valentino whispered. “They didn’t mean anything. I just wanted to feed.”

Food.

“And what am I?” he asked, immediately regretting it.

Valentino gazed into his eyes, and for once, the fear in his expression seemed genuine. “You’re more, Sir Oswald. I need you.”

Oswald shook his head. Unbelievable.

“Please, Sir Oswald. I’ve cleansed myself of all of them. I’m pure.”

“I don’t own you,” Oswald said. He had no right to be jealous. And he wasn’t. Well, that was a lie. What unsettled him the most, though, was the realization of just how powerful Valentino could be. The creature was a weapon, and in the wrong hands…

Oswald glanced at his hands in his lap then back at Valentino, who gazed at him beseechingly from his lowly position at Oswald’s feet.

“Kneel over there.” He pointed at the circular Persian before the bed.

Valentino crawled onto the rug and knelt in the middle, his arms by his sides. Oswald stood and walked slowly around him. What to do, what to do…

The facts were simple.

Valentino’s stunt gave Oswald an unprecedented upper hand over Senator Harlan Stokes and Chief Justice Maynard Stokes. He’d have to think it through very carefully how to use the videos—to show a crime, an affair, or just an incestuous relationship without the omega present. He was tickled pink by the third option. He could already see several courses of action, all tempting and none revealing who was behind the blackmail.

Yes, Valentino did help.

But Oswald didn’t like that he did it without asking for permission. And he didn’t like seeing Valentino getting fucked by Maynard and Harlan Stokes of all people, no matter which form he used for the act.

Oswald paused and appraised the stunning young omega kneeling before him.

“Do you understand why I need to punish you?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I took liberties. I didn’t ask you if you needed my help.”

“And?”

“And I let those men touch me.”

“You let many men touch you because you need to feed.”