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I was still too pumped up from the fight, because that primal and intrusive voice in my head starting grunting, Knot him knot him knot him and my fingers twitched in their death grip on the towel around my hips.

I couldn’t. I couldn’t knot him without asking.

Of course, I could just ask him if he wanted that, but my throat had closed up from nerves, so I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to say anything at all right now.

I was certain he’d said his name during that meet and greet, but I couldn’t remember it. My brain went blank as I stared down at him when he came to a stop right in front of me, beyond grateful that my werewolf form didn’t reveal the mix of terror and excitement I was feeling.

He loosed a tiny, shaky breath, his glowing white eyes roaming over my chest and stomach to the tent of my hard cock under the towel. “Lucifer, you’re so…”

My long tongue licked over my teeth as I tried to get my throat and mouth working, tried to think of something to say—anything. A compliment. How pretty he was. How unbelievably good he smelled.

In fact, the scent of him, now that I was this close without any cubicle walls between us, was making me a little light-headed. And not because of his incubus pheromones—I’d worked with Gabe long enough to be able to effectively block those out if I wanted to and stop them from doing anything to me. No, this was just him. He smelled like sweet cinnamon and dark chocolate. Like an actual chocolate-chip-studded cinnamon roll. My mouth literally watered. He was like a temptation I shouldn’t have.

But I wanted him.

I was suddenly tugging the ragged towel from my hips and letting it drop to the floor, my hands moving of their own volition. I was operating on baser instincts and nothing else at this point, taking in scent and touch and sensation but too aroused to be nervous or hesitant. This was the sweet spot I craved, the one I was a little addicted to, which was why I did things like come to Cratos and beat the shit out of others.

And ask beautiful, way-out-of-my-league incubi if they wanted to fuck. In a grimy locker room.

It got me out of my head. Let me be free for a while—free of the anxiety that plagued my every waking moment, free of my own self-imposed rules and expectations.

The incubus’s breaths had sped up, grown a little raspy as he stared down at my cock. For a moment, I wondered if he was going to recognise it from the glory hole. But no. My human-form cock didn’t look like this. This was much, much larger, and a much deeper colour, with a tapered tip. And the knot at the base, of course.

“Fuck,” he breathed, still gazing almost longingly at my dick, and my brain short-circuited. Lust punched through me so fast my already-tense muscles tightened to the point of pain.

I watched myself reach out and fist the front of his shirt. This one was baby pink, not quite as sheer as the one he’d been wearing at Gargy’s, but still sexy. The material was silky in my grip, and the buttons popped off too easily, seams tearing, the fabric fluttering to the floor.

The incubus gasped, and for a split second I hesitated, realising what I’d just done, and went to apologise before I noticed the flush of arousal crawling up his throat, turning his pinkish-red skin darker. His nipples tightened, his soft, lean stomach heaving with his fast breaths.

His short black claws clicked against the metal button on his jeans as he fumbled to undo his fly, hands trembling and movements hurried. I heard a low, slightly feral growl rumbling from the depths of my chest as I watched him, my own claw-tipped fingers flexing at my sides.

He wasn’t moving fast enough. I needed him naked. Now. Dropping to my haunches, I tore off his shoes and felt my claws puncture denim as I ripped his pants down his legs. His breath hitched again, and beneath the skimpy pink bikini briefs that made my cock throb and start to leak, I could see the outline of him, hard and straining, a wet patch seeping through the fabric.

That low growl was still rumbling up my throat as I grasped his narrow hips with my clawed hands and extended my tongue to run it over his cock through his briefs—one long, slow, lapping lick that made a shudder course through his body as a sweet, needy little moan filled the tiny room.

Some distant, rational part of me was still aware that we were in the Cratos locker room, a relatively public space where anyone could walk in at any time. This wasn’t a private place. This wasn’t a place to fuck. Darryl could be back at any moment, and I wasn’t overly interested in him seeing my bare ass or my balls swinging between my legs as I pounded my cock inside this beautiful incubus.

But I couldn’t bring myself to care. At all. I hadn’t even showered yet, was still coated in sweat and blood—both my own and Menoetius’—but I didn’t care about that either. Nor did the incubus, it seemed. He was grasping the fur behind my ears and straining to push his hips closer as I licked his hard cock again through his underwear then breathed in deeply, making a conscious choice to let the intoxicating effect of his pheromones wash over me.

I’d never actually had sex with an incubus before, and I was shocked by how much—and how quickly—those pheromones amplified everything. It was like I could suddenly feel the air wisping over my dick, making it twitch. When another drop of pre-cum spilled from the tip, I could feel it hanging there suspended, cooling rapidly. I shuddered, using my grip on his hips to tug him closer and lick him again, harder this time, making sure I started at his balls and went all the way to the leaking tip of his cock, which was almost protruding from his skimpy briefs by his hip.

I glanced up at him to make sure he was still into this, and a rabid grunt escaped me when my gaze met his. His demonic white eyes were wide, glowing, and his pretty mouth was parted around hectic breaths. A flush deepened the pinkish-red tone on his high cheekbones. Black horns curled back from within the dark curls tumbling around his flushed face, and at his back, his bat-like wings opened and closed, flexing slowly and rhythmically, the movements strangely erotic in their own way.

His tail had lifted, and the tip was quivering as it lashed around behind him. His cute little claws scraped my skin as he curled his fingers through my fur, our eyes locked together for a few long seconds while I lapped at his straining cock.

Sometimes, I couldn’t believe how bold and confident I could act when I was in this headspace. It was like I became a different person—like I literally shut off a part of my brain and a different Brian took over. A better Brian. One who could actually function as an adult, not get overwhelmed or anxious to the point of panic attacks.

I closed my sharp teeth gently around the waistband of his briefs, planning to tug them down. The incubus’s eyes flared white-hot, and I somehow knew exactly what he was hoping for as his chest started heaving faster, his grip tightening on my fur.

The scent of his pre-cum strengthened as I tugged on the fabric, hitting me in a drugging rush, and another rumbling growl travelled up my throat. Then I jerked my head, sharp and fast, my fangs tearing easily through the thin waistband so his briefs fell away from his trembling thighs and dropped to the floor.

“Oh fuck,” he panted as his cock jerked, and now that it was uncovered, I could see the ridges along the length of it, the widely flared head, the long thread of pre-cum dripping from the flushed slit at the tip.

My mouth watered again. This was a cock designed for pure, unfiltered pleasure. It was a fantasy cock. I’d never wanted anything in my mouth more, but not many people were willing to put their dick in a fully shifted werewolf’s mouth, sheathing it within those sharp teeth and deadly fangs.

And I didn’t fuck in my human form. Ever. So instead, I let my tongue lap up the underside of his beautiful cock and catch that thin rope of pre-cum so I could taste him. A loud, guttural groan burst from my chest, scalp tingling and ears flicking wildly. My tail lashed impatiently as my cock throbbed, knot swelling.

In the next instant, I was spinning him around and rising to my full height. His breath hitched and he quickly pinned his wings together tight at his back so they wouldn’t get in the way.