Kat eyed Darius’ tight ass as he left the bathroom.

She wrapped a towel around herself. She really hoped he had a change of clothes for her or she was looking at one awkward trip back to Ashwood.

Focusing on activating the rune, she teleported in front of the couch, where Darius sat. His arms stretched along the back, and his dick twitched, rallying for round two.

“I want to see you come,” he said, his eyes bright blue and glowing at her. They’d been that way since she showed up. The way his eyes had fixated on her as he fingered the feeder made her feel as if Kat had been the only one he’d cared about. And maybe that’s why she was okay with this. He’d touch them, feed from them, but she was the one he wanted.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get plenty of chances to make me come.” She hoped to nail that sexy-sweet voice that some girls could pull off all the time. Judging by his hungry reaction, she had. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to do. It’s…normal…but I’ve never had the chance to do it.”

“What’s that?”

“I want to ride you. And I want to go my speed.”

Darius grabbed his cock and stroked it. She watched as it grew hard in his hands and wondered if a human male could recover so quickly. Once erect, he returned to stretching his hands along the back of the couch. “My body is yours.”

She licked her lips, and her skin tingled with anticipation. Dropping the towel, she crawled on him, straddling his legs. In this position, her head was higher than his. She leaned in and initiated a kiss.

He stayed pliant for her, yielding to her lead. His muscles tensed—straining under his skin—as if he wanted to touch her, but didn’t.

Grabbing his thick manhood, she held it in place as she sat on it, letting it fill her completely. Both of them sighed heavily. She stilled, wanting to feel that part of him connected to her. His eyes drifted over her body. He locked on to her breasts and leaned forward, aiming his mouth at her nipple. She grabbed the back of his hair and tugged.

He looked so sexy under her, a lascivious expression plastered on his face.

“No,” she ordered.

“Please?”

“You can look but not touch.”

A quiet whimper escaped him.

When she lifted on her knees then came back down, his whimper turned into a, “Gods help me.”

“I don’t think they will right now,” she said as she released his hair, planting her hands on his shoulders and gripping tightly for leverage. She adjusted herself, pivoting her hips to find the position that felt best…and—oh my god—stars burst in front of her eyes when she found it.

They locked eyes, and their breaths fell into sync with each other.

Each rise and fall met the same primal, desperate sounds. And—for a few moments—she felt as if they were one, connected on a level she’d never experienced in her whole life. As if they were meant to be.

Incubus and hunter.

Lovers.

“Come,” he whispered, and her body obeyed. A deep full-body orgasm, one so intense she was sure the world around her no longer existed, rolled through her. And he joined in. Emptying into her. The two of them sharing the same moment of pleasure with each other.

When it finished, she collapsed forward against his chest. He nuzzled her, his stubble scraping the side of her cheek, and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her close.

“How did you do that?” she asked, mirroring his earlier question. She felt his chest rumble as he laughed quietly.

“I cheated and pushed a little pleasure into you.”

Playfully, she punched his arm. “You weren’t supposed to.”

“I didn’t want to come again without you.”

She nipped at the skin over his collar bone. “Do all incubi come so quick?”

“Hey now! I have plenty of stamina. The problem is you. You’re too hot. You taste too good… I want to add another rule.”

Pulling herself up a bit, she moved so that his softening dick left her. “What rule?”

“I want to be the only incubus who can feed from you. Unless we both agree on an exception.”

Kat shrugged. Not a deal breaker for her. “Sure. But what about injured warriors and stuff? I signed that contract.”

“Hunter duty doesn’t count.” He smiled wide, flashing his pearly white teeth. “We should finish our date sometime. The food at La Magie is spectacular.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Real food or sex?”

He chuckled. “Real food. I eat that too, you know.”

“Do you?”

“Couple times a week. Every Thursday is a family meal. If you have that night off, you should join me.” Darius mindlessly began running his fingers over her spine.

“Dinner with the Lord General? That might be awkward. He’s my boss. And Tane will be there, right? I don’t really want to be around that guy if I can avoid it.”

“Tane’s not that bad.” She scowled at Darius, who threw up his hands in surrender. “Okay he’s pretty awful. But yeah, the Lord General’s son is required to attend the family dinners.”

“Do you think I’ll get in trouble for kneeing him in the balls?”

Darius sat up slightly. “You did what?”

“He deserved it.”

“I don’t doubt it. My wildfire.” He pulled her closer. “If Tane tries anything, I’ll be sure everyone knows he was taken down by a new cadet. He’d never risk the social mockery.”

“Your people are weird. You care a lot about what others think of you.”

Darius nodded against her. “It’s our way.”

“Are you really super rich or is it like the general’s money?” She didn’t want Darius’ money—she had no use for it—but she couldn’t ignore how loaded he seemed to be.

“I’m wealthy. And I earned it myself. It wasn’t handed to me.”

“How?”

“I handle the budget for all of Ashwood, and I’m given a salary. Which I invest. Wisely.”

“You’re the money man.”

“Yeah. I went to Princeton and after I graduated it took me a while to prove to the Lord General that I could manage his estate, but eventually I did. Before then, Ashwood only existed thanks to the funding from our kings and queens. Now the estate generates enough money that the Lord General is no longer beholden to them. That’s when he made me a lord of his house. I think he was mostly thankful he doesn’t have to suck up to them as much anymore.”

She laughed against his skin.

“What?” he asked.

“It’s my fault, I asked, but I don’t care that much about money.”

“I like that about you. Others have tried to…tame me for my wealth and title. It’s nice to not have to worry about every action, every word being judged.”

Kat knew what he meant. She felt the same. Ever since losing her family, something inside of her—her soul?—had felt fractured; incomplete. Around him, she felt whole. The feeling was new, scary even, but also right. “This is the happiest I’ve been in a long time.”

He tilted her chin and met her lips with his. The cheater pushed pleasure into her and rocked his hips, his cock, already hard and trapped between them, slid along her abdomen. She pulled away.

“I want to see your incubus form. Last time I didn’t get a close look before you tossed me on the bed.” His horns emerged from his head, and she ran her fingers along the ridges, admiring the black then blue then cream coloring. She nipped the pointed tip of his ear. “Your ears are so cute.”

“You’ve mispronounced manly and sexy.”

“Adorable.”

“Keep doing that and I’m not going to finish transforming.”

She moved back a little and gripped his cock, stroking it slowly; enjoying its velvety hardness. “Yes, you will.”

He clenched his teeth, growled a little, and finished his transformation—no wings though. She had to adjust her knees slightly for his bigger frame.

It was his cock that she really wanted to see. Larger now, she studied its beautiful veins and ridges. The glans thick and red, eager for more of her.

She yelped when he grabbed her, pulled her to the couch, and ended up on top.

“I hope you don’t have training early tomorrow morning. You’re going to be up all night,” he said with a devious smile.

She did.

But she’d make that sacrifice.