Page 25 of Snowed In with an Incubus

He had to close his eyes again against the flames. The words ignited inside of him. She didn’t just want him to shift, shewanted him to feed. He’d taken enough last night, and she still wanted more. His hands tightened involuntarily on her thighs, remembering the noises she’d made as he fed from her, that precious desireflowing from her skin and into his. He’d never fed so well. It should’ve been enough.

But he wanted more, too.

He kept his eyes closed as his wings slid out of his back, tail curling free, horns sprouting. His eyes came last, the flamesheating his eyelids.

He opened them. Jaz beamed up at him, washed in beautiful pink.

“There you are,” she said.

He pushed down the part of him that wanted to climb off her and find a dark corner to hide in. They’d stop if it got too much.He wouldn’t take much anyway; he was already full. He’d take a sip, nothing more.

“We’ll have to be careful,” he said. “If I take too much—”

She nodded eagerly. “I’ll tell you when to stop. It would take ages to actually hurt me, right? Like, I would know way beforeanything bad happened.”

“Right,” Sam said reluctantly. That was what he’d heard, but he still didn’t feel totally safe. “But if you feel weird, orfaint, or if it feels wrong in any way …”

“I’ll kick you.” Jaz grinned.

Sam couldn’t help it, he laughed. He was still laughing as she rolled him over, pressing kisses down his face. Her lips skimmedhis forehead, and he shivered.

She kissed his chin next. Then his neck, biting gently at the line of his throat. Then down to his chest, teeth digging intothe lean muscle there. He squirmed, helpless against another grin.

“This is supposed to be about you,” he reminded her.

“Yeah, I hate getting my hands on a guy’s really hot body.” She bent down and closed his nipple in her teeth, tugging lightly.

He jerked up against her mouth. “Shit. Jaz.”

She grinned, still holding his nipple. She released it, watching him coyly from under her eyelashes. “Can you taste me yet?”

He nodded. The desire was thick in the air, turning from scent to solid. He concentrated, sucking the desire from her skininto his. He couldn’t stop the moan that spilled out of him; it was like chocolate after a lifetime of gruel.

She kissed his belly, nosing at the fine dark hair leading down to his groin. She bit his hipbone, the desire a soft pinkshimmer around her. Not ecstasy, not yet. But the shaky anger from before was almost gone, only a small drop of it remainedin the deep pool of her want.

“Are you sure?” he asked as she reached his cock. “This is—”

“About me, I know.” She licked the shiny head of his cock, grinning when he shuddered. “You can hold my head, but don’t pushme down.”

“Got it,” he gasped.

She giggled. Then she curled her tongue around the head, lowering her mouth to form a tight seal. She sucked gently. Sam’shands flew to grip her hair, bruisingly hard before he caught himself and eased up.

He started to apologize. Then he caught the heady scent of desire emanating from her.

He gave her hair another experimental tug. Jaz moaned, muffled around his cock. She gave him another shallow suck, then pulledoff and started kissing his shaft.

Sam let his head fall back. He hadn’t had a blow job in a while. He always preferred to be doing something rather than lying back and letting something be done to him. He liked feelinguseful—like he was worth their time—and he really liked making girls feel good. There was something about it that made hisbrain go quiet, the world falling away. He usually couldn’t relax if a girl was blowing him. His mind would wander to stupidthings: a sketch his client wanted, whether he turned the stove off, or if the girl’s moans were fake as she sucked him. Theworld only narrowed when he was close to coming, and sometimes not even then.

Not a problem with Jaz. The desire drifting off her was impossible to fake, and it made him burn with satisfaction, knowinghe was pleasing her. His cock twitched against her cheek, and their breaths hitched in time: hers with excitement, his witheating the heady desire that rose within her at the movement.

Then Jaz said, “Oh!”

Sam looked up. She was staring at something near his hip with a charmed smile.

Sam grimaced. His tail had curled up around him, flickering next to Jaz’s cheek.

“Sorry,” Sam said. “I didn’t notice. I’ll stop.”