Kat scrambled backwards as Darius’ incubus form came ripping forward. His build widened. While his hooves, with backwards bending…ankles?—could they even be called ankles anymore?—made him look downright demonic.

He rose from the bed. Huge wings stretched behind him, and his tail snaked around, grabbing her by the wrist.

Eyeing his cock, she swallowed hard. It wasn’t only his body that had grown. Thick and angry, the massive member stood proudly erect. She eyeballed its size and decided that it probably could fit in her.

Probably.

He crossed the small distance between them, grabbed Kat’s uniform, and ripped the front open.

“Mine,” he said, then frantically began to claw the remainder of her clothes off. She somehow managed to remove her boots before he destroyed those too, but her top and pants were ruined.

She didn’t even have time to process her nudity as he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She landed on her back with a bounce.

Still standing, he towered over her, looking pleased. His gleaming blue eyes traced the soft contours of her body. He lingered on her breasts, then hips, and finally her legs.

Heat pulsed within her core, swelling through every inch of her, and she found herself spreading her legs for his viewing pleasure. His reaction made it worth it; his jaw went slack, his breathing heavy. After a moment, he smiled like a predator who knew he had his prey. Devious. Calculating.

He grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling her up onto her knees. Kneeling behind her, his cock pressed against her opening.

She stilled. Wet and waiting for him, little threads of doubt coursed through her. She was here to save his life and honor a deal, and after feeding him, she’d get her tattoos. Kill the vampire lord. Pay her thirty-year debt to the corps. Then, if she lived long enough, get on with her life.

But if that’s all she wanted, why the hell was she so damn wet? Maybe it was a natural response, but if that was the case, why did he fill her thoughts all the time? And why did that scare her so much? And why had she kept the now-broken stake he’d bought her in her side table?

A part of her, a big part of her, wanted more of him. Sure, he was arrogant—a lord, as he liked to remind her—but he made her smile for the first time in years. And around him, she felt less lonely. And maybe she didn’t want to be so alone anymore.

Coherent thoughts shattered away when the tip of his penis dragged from her clit to near her asshole. She bucked. No one but her had ever been around that area. She didn’t find it unpleasant, just unexpected. A strong hand gripped her hip, not letting her get away. Darius’ tip came close to her hole again.

She looked back over her shoulder and found him grinning at her. The jerk was teasing her on purpose.

Narrowing her eyes, she began to pull away. His tail wrapped tightly around her hips, and his cock moved to her wet vaginal entrance. He waited until a noise of frustration escaped her and she rocked against him.

He slid in, swelling inside her. Stretching her. Owning her.

Darius pumped his hips, slow at first, then faster, turning them both feverish with need as their bodies found their union.

Kat’s fingers gripped the bed’s comforter so tight it threatened to rip. She chanted, “Oh god oh god oh god,” with each thrust.

His balls slapped against her skin as he drove into her.

Sweat glistened all over her body, and one of his hands squeezed her hip, while the other laced her thick hair, tugging on it.

She arched her back, and his lips landed on her shoulder blade. Teeth scraped her skin and she shuddered. His tail unraveled from her hips and the arrowed tip snaked to her clit, massaging the nerves. Behind her, he shifted slightly and—ohmygod—his cock hit her g-spot. Over. And over. And over again.

Driven wild by his spicy scent, his overly-warm skin against her back, his relentless pounding, his clawed fingers gripping her, her body writhed, seeking out more.

Pleasure. All of it. Pure. Endless. Pleasure.

“Darius…I’m…”

The orgasm ripped through her like fire. Heating every inch of her body. Darius continued to fuck her hard, withdrawing then plunging back in.

Her legs turned to jelly, and her body threatened to fall. With hands and a tail, Darius kept her upright…and continued.

For a moment, she thought he’d come.

He didn’t.

But she did.

A second orgasm pulsed through her. Her face twisted. Her mouth hung open, throat dry from her gasping moans.

Before it even finished, she collapsed on the bed. He stayed on her, his mouth on her neck, his muscled arms and wide chest engulfing her, his hips jackhammering like he couldn’t get enough. He fucked her into the mattress. His groaning turned to growling…and she came again.

And a fourth time.

And by the seventh time she was pleading with him to stop.

He came. Roaring and filling her with hot seed, then pulling out.

But it wasn’t over for him.

She looked back and watched the incubus ejaculate streams of cum on her. Unlike a human, his orgasm lasted a while, and when he finally finished, her ass and lower back were absolutely drenched.

Breathing hard, he lay half on top of her—not seeming to care about the mess he made—and pulled her in close.

Exhausted, she didn’t care either. Sleep found her in moments.

* * *

Kat woke from the most restful slumber she’d had since her parents died.

Darius—still in his larger incubus form—hadn’t moved an inch from where he fell asleep half on top of her. Out the window, she could see the snowy forest glistening in the moonlight.

She poked Darius. “Hey.”

He grumbled something and pulled her closer to his chest.

“Wake up.”

His eyelids lifted then fell closed again.

She drove her heel into his shin.

He yelped and opened his eyes. “What was that for?”

“I’m covered in dried cum, and you’re really hot.”

He smiled.

“I mean like warm-hot.”

His smile dropped.

“Get off me.”

He rolled to his back, his body returning to his human form, and drifted to sleep again.

Desperately needing a shower and to pee, she slid out of bed, pausing for a moment to study him. He had a body that would make a Greek god jealous. Flawless skin, hard muscles, a perfect cock lying flaccid against his thigh.

Beautiful.

She wouldn’t mind waking up next to that again.

She half-stumbled into the bathroom, tender as hell. Being pounded by a weapon—because that’s what his cock was in his incubus form—for seven orgasms came with a price. A steep price.

She wondered if Dawn had any more of those pain pills.

Darius’ bathroom, with marble and high-tech fixtures, was literally the nicest bathroom she’d ever been in. It took her a few moments to figure out how to turn on the multi-headed shower. Her body melted under the hot water. Heaven.

Once her skin began to prune, she got out and dried off. With no clothes, she wrapped an oversized towel around herself and exited to find Darius sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked, slumped over with his elbows resting on his knees.

He sat up when he saw her. “You’re alright.”

“Sore. Really sore.”

His face went sour. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember what happened.”

“No?”

“I might remember eventually. But I’m glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d have done if I’d hurt you.”

Kat felt her cheeks heating. “What about you? Are you alright? You’ll be able to feed again?”

“I will. Thank you.”

Jealousy surged at the thought of him feeding off others.

Darius’ brown irises turned blue around the outer edges, and he licked his lips.

She stomped the feeling away and pointed at her shredded uniform. “You owe me some new clothes.”

He stood and strutted past Kat, her eyes locked onto his meaty ass until he disappeared into his walk-in closet. He emerged a few moments later wearing black pants and holding clothes for her.

“These should fit you.”

Taking them, she went back into the bathroom to change. The shirt, female cut, was a little tight, but the pants fit okay.

When she came out again, he was looking at his phone. For a moment, a pained expression crossed his face, but he cleared his throat, and it dropped. He was masking something.

Smiling at her, he said, “I think I need a shower as well.”

“Sure.”

While he showered, she explored his room. It was surprisingly sparse but modern. Pieces of a ruined desk were in a pile. She spotted a faded picture in a metal frame on his nightstand. A couple. Good-looking. His mom—who Darius had gotten many of his features from—and dad.

A pudgy hunter she’d never seen before teleported into the room, causing her to jump.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he said. “I’ve been ordered to escort you back to Ashwood.”

Red-hot anger flashed before her eyes. “What?” She looked at the bathroom door. “Would you mind waiting in the hall? I’ll only be a minute.” The hunter nodded and teleported out. She marched over to the bathroom and pounded on the door. “Get your ass out here you fucking coward.”

The door crept open. Darius had a towel around his hips. His face hard. “I’m not a coward—”

“What else should I call someone who doesn’t have the balls to kick me out himself? You called a hunter to come get me.”

“I thought this might be easier for you.”

“For me?” Kat couldn’t believe the audacity of him.

“Yes. It’s your out.”

“What? Who said I wanted an out?” Kat’s voice was so loud that Darius seemed stunned for a moment.

He whispered, “You.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” he asked. “That you slept with me to get your runes.”

“That’s not—” Anger made her voice crack. “That’s not the only reason.”

“But the main one. You’re scared to let anything else happen between us.”

He was now the second incubus to accuse her of being scared. Resentment curled through her. And yet, she didn’t know what to say. Everyone she loved died. Or used her. Maybe she was scared. But so what? She had reason to be. More than most people. Most people hadn’t lost everyone they’d ever loved.

He leaned against the doorframe and rubbed his forehead. “You’ve been so dead set on vengeance for so long, you’ve forgotten how to live. I want Mont dead too, but I don’t let him rule me. I don’t give him that power.” He took in a deep breath as if hoping to avoid something. But he spoke anyway. “There’s something else I need to tell you…something I should have told you sooner. I want you, Kat. But this won’t work.”

“Because I’m only food to you.”

“You’re more than food to me. But it’s related. It won’t work because I can’t feed exclusively off you.”

“What?”

His eyes lowered. “I’m too young. My species feeds a lot when we’re younger. I’d kill you. Slowly, but it would happen.”

Kat balled her fists. “Why didn’t you tell me before the date?”

Darius averted his gaze. “I was going to tell you, but I—”

“You needed to feed.” She took a step back. “You’ve never wanted me. You wanted my body.”

“That’s not—”

She held up her hand to cut him off, not wanting to hear his excuse. “This is the second time in my life someone’s used me for sex.” Maybe she was being unfair, but pain and anger and confusion filled her, and she could hardly think right now.

This won’t work.

He was right.

She didn’t want to be with someone who’d lied to her. And she sure as hell didn’t want to share him with others. And not telling her until after he had fucked her was unforgivable. “You fed, and I’m getting my tattoos. We both got what we wanted out of this.”

She left his room, slamming the door behind her.