Page 10 of Snowed In with an Incubus

Jaz laughed. “Are you checking the expiration date?”

“No,” he said, squinting harder.

It was such an obvious lie that Jaz laughed again. It cut off with a yelp as he grabbed her thighs, dragging her down ontothe carpet.

“Does—” She stopped, moaning as he climbed over her, kissing her neck. He fumbled with the condom packet, and then his cockwas sliding against her hip, rubbing the scant lube from the condom. Jaz grinned, the hard heat pulling her brain back ontrack. “Does your dick do anything?”

He paused, pulling back to give her an incredulous look. “Excuse me?”

“Werewolf dick like …” She gestured down at his perfectly average dick. Pink and lovely, slightly curved at the tip. “Swells. Right? Does your dick do anything?”

The silence stretched. His mouth twisted, and she got the feeling he wasn’t sure if he was being made fun of. It was the mostlucid he’d looked since he started eating her out, and she realized she couldn’t feel the flow anymore.

“No,” he said finally. “It’s a regular dick. Is that okay?”

“Hell yeah!” She slapped his ass, which jiggled much more than she expected. He’d seemed flatter when he was in those tightjeans. “Go for it, regular dick.”

He made a noise deep in his throat, half groan and half shocked laugh. He muttered something like regular dick, what the fuck and hitched her leg around his torso. He parted her pussy lips with one hand, then slid in.

They groaned in unison. His head dropped against her shoulder. He was still shaking, hips twitching like he wanted to driveinto her but was stopping himself.

Jaz wrapped her other leg around him, urging him deeper. The flowing had started again, a pleasurable buzz everywhere he wastouching her. She slid her hands up his back, gasping when she felt his shoulder bones shifting. Something was moving underhis skin, straining to get out.

Wings, Jaz thought. She slid a finger down his sweaty spine and circled his tailbone. He shuddered, his next thrust so hard itmade her jolt.

“Sorry,” he slurred into her neck, still driving into her. “It’s—I can’t—”

“Do it,” she panted. She squeezed his shoulder blades, feeling the wings shift under them. She wanted to see what he lookedlike when he lost control. She wanted to be the cause of it, feeding him so well with the desire he coaxed out of her.

A sharp crack rang through the studio as his wings flared out. They were red and leathery and huge, arching over her as he fucked her.He’d even gotten taller, she realized excitedly. She’d thought he was moving, but he was just growing.

“Sorry,” he repeated. “I’m—it’s—”

His words tapered off into a cry. Horns burst out of his forehead, sleek and black and ridged. She wondered where his tailwas. Then a thin, warm tendril wrapped around her knee.

She looked down. His tail was curling around her leg, squeezing in time with his thrusts. It was oddly sweet, making her nextmoan fade into a giggle. She touched his back again, running her fingers over the place where his back stopped and wings began.

His whole body jerked. His eyes flew open, staring down at her in surprise.

“Oh,” she panted. “Bad touch?”

It took him a second to shake his head. He still looked shocked, but it quickly faded back into hunger.

“No,” he admitted. “Feels … feels good.”

She dragged a nail over the red ridges at the base of his wings. They twitched, his hips moving in time with them. He lookedso overwhelmed. Like he could barely take how good it felt. How good she felt.

The flowing intensified, ebbing out of her in time with his thrusts. Her skin tingled. She’d never felt anything this intoxicating.In the small part of her brain that could still think coherently, she found herself missing a future without incubus sex.How was she supposed to go back to normal sex after this?

He hitched one of her legs up and hooked it over his shoulder. Jaz thrashed against him as the angle changed and his cockslammed even deeper.

Light fuzzed through her eyelids. Jaz pried her eyes open to find a faint purple light emanating from his skin. Jaz ran ahand up his arms, marveling. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

She came again like that, her leg straining over his glowing shoulder. She couldn’t tell who moaned louder, her or him. Hismouth moved against her neck, blunt teeth pressing down. Not quite breaking skin—yet.

“Eat me,” Jaz heard herself say. “Just like that, yeah. Does it—oh, shit—do I taste good?”

“Jaz,” he moaned. “Jaz, fuck, ’m gonna—”