Devin

Willow is still clutching my shoulders as I walk us back to my bed. I hadn’t meant to feed on her, but I knew if I was discreet, I could taste her and give her the best orgasm she’d ever known. I hadn’t been wrong. My own heart is racing, hammering against my rib cage in a way I hadn’t experienced since I was human. She buries her face in the crook of my neck, our bodies still joined, and my senses overwhelmed with her.

As I lay her on the mattress, I slip myself free of her and rest my shaky limbs next to her on the bed. I can smell her hair and feel her warmth. Without a second thought, I pull her to me, wrapping her in my arms. I’m fucking spooning. Shit. I don’t spoon with anyone. But the idea of letting her go makes my chest ache.

“Devin, you didn’t use a condom.” She states this in a slow, even voice.

Pressing soft kisses to her shoulder, I close my eyes tightly. Fuck. Did I just knock her up? Sariel makes everything work, and I mean everything. In my lust-induced stupor, I’d forgotten that having him banging around inside my head makes me an incubus. How could I have been so stupid? My raging need to sink inside her had eclipsed every other care I had.

“I’m sorry. I got so caught up in you. I’m clean. I swear it. I’d never do anything to hurt you.” What the hell is falling from my lips? I sound like a pussy-whipped fool. But fuck, it’s all true. The idea of hurting her makes my stomach twist.

She sighs and nods. “I’m clean too. I’ve always used protection, and I just got checked last month when I renewed my birth control.”

Something inside me breaks when she mentions being with another man. I knew she wasn’t a virgin, but hearing it and knowing it feel very different. I don’t want anyone else to fucking touch her—ever. I pull her tighter to me and run my nose along her neck, breathing in her soft, sweet scent.

“Then we’re good? We’re both healthy, and you’re on birth control. Nothing to worry about.”

“Sure.” Her voice sounds distant, as though something else is on her mind. I shouldn’t care. I’ve sated my lust and my hunger tonight. I should be done with her, but all I want is to hold her and hear what has made her heart heavy. Goddammit.

Shifting, I put some space between us as I roll to my back and thread my fingers together behind my head. I need to stop touching her so I can clear my mind and move on. Getting attached won’t do me any good. I’ve got an expiration date. But then she rolls over and rests her head on my chest as she slides her arm across my waist. Unable to resist, I free one hand and run it through her dark red tresses, sending the juniper scent of her shampoo into the air.

“I should go,” she whispers.

Stilling my fingers, I tense. I don’t want her to leave, not now. “Stay.” What the fuck am I doing? No. She can’t stay here. I’ll be dead to the world in little more than three hours. Where am I going to spend the day, in my fucking closet?

She shakes her head and moves to get off the bed. “No, I … I don’t do sleepovers, Devin.”

“Who said we’d be sleeping?”

Her long hair cascades down her naked back, painting a beautiful picture that I commit to memory.

Glancing at me over her shoulder, she smirks. “We’d sleep eventually.”

“At least let me give you something to remember me by?”

Rising to my knees, I wrap my arms around her shoulders and pull her back against my front. I’m hard and ready to bury myself in her heat again. She shivers and lets out a soft sigh as my hands cup her breasts.

“Just once more, Willow. Let me make you scream before you leave me.” It’s a little too close to pleading than I’d like, but I can’t let her leave without making love—fucking—one more time.

Standing, she turns to me, and her gaze falls to my throbbing erection. One eyebrow rises before her eyes flick to mine. “Wow, that was fast.”

I grab her hand and draw it toward my cock, needing some kind of contact. “It’s what you do to me. I need you to fix it.” It’s the truth. I need her.

Smiling, she pushes me down on the bed and crawls over me. Her mouth finds mine as she straddles my hips. A slow, sensual kiss makes my heart do unfamiliar things as her core grazes my shaft. Tingling begins in my mouth, signaling the oncoming descent of my fangs. No. I can’t let them come out, not now. Squeezing my eyes shut, I will them to stay concealed as I push her lips away from mine.

“I want to watch you ride me, Angel. I can’t do that if you’re distracting me with that beautiful mouth.” Oh yeah. I’m real smooth. A regular fucking Casanova.

In answer, she grasps my cock and lowers herself down inch by inch, moaning softly until I’m fully seated inside her.

“Condom, Willow.” I bite the words out, the sensation making my toes curl.

“It’s okay. I’ve got an IUD. It would take a miracle for me to get pregnant.”

As she rides me, the selfish part of me wants nothing more than to let her keep going. But the closer I get to spilling my seed, the stronger my sense of foreboding. Fuck. I can’t come inside her again. If Sariel feeds from her again so soon, it will hurt her. I promised I’d never hurt her.

“Oh, fuck, Devin. I’m close.” Her breathy groans and the tightening of her pussy around me have my balls tightening and my own orgasm building.

“Willow. You have to stop. I can’t—”

“Stop. Talking.”

Planting her hands on my chest, she moves over my cock with abandon as she closes in on her pleasure. Her eyes are on me, an expression of wonder in them as she begins to give in to the sensation. I see it the moment her climax reaches her. Eyes widening before taking on an almost pained look, she cries out my name in a harsh whisper. I can’t take it. I have to finish. Rolling us over, I brace my arms on either side of her and thrust deep into her body while she rides out the last waves of pleasure. I pound into her until I feel my release racing through me, and at the last moment, I pull out of her and stroke my length.

“Oh my God, Devin.” Her gaze is locked on my glistening cock as I begin to pulse in my hand and my orgasm spills onto her belly.

I groan and shudder, not able to look away from her as she watches me come.

As much as I loved finishing inside her, witnessing her as she stares down at the evidence of what she does to me might be the single most satisfying thing I’ve ever experienced.

In this moment, I realize I don’t want to let her go.

Ever.

* * *

Willow

I feel like a creep as I sneak out of Devin’s room and search for the door I know will lead me back the way we came in. He’d fallen asleep with his arm draped across my hip, and as much as I want to stay, trace the lines of his face, and memorize the shape of his mouth, that’s not what this is supposed to be. So, as quietly as I could, I slipped out from under him and readied myself for the walk of shame.

The sun has just begun to rise, turning the sky from a deep, dark blue, to a blanket of soft violet and gray hues. A shiver runs through me in the predawn chill, and I wish I’d planned better and brought a jacket. I shake my head against the complaint, knowing the car I’d ordered would be here soon enough. I will myself not to think about Devin’s body, strong and steady as he moved over me, into me—or how he shuddered and his eyes changed to that silvery blue as he came, a wonderful tenderness taking the place of his usually cocky smirk. Damn, now I’m horny and wishing I hadn’t left him.

My Uber pulls up, and with one longing glance back at the house, I get in. I’ve got too much on my plate for a distraction like the beautiful man inside. Even if he’s got a magical cock and a body I want to cover in chocolate and lick like an ice-cream cone. Stop it, Willow! I shake my head to clear my mind of him and focus on the day ahead.

I’m surprised when the driver pulls up in front of my building after only a few minutes. I’d assumed we lived farther apart, but I could have just walked home and been here in less than half an hour. My body is sore in all the right ways, and as I unlock my door, I debate taking a shower or a nap.

I stop. Do I really want to wash Devin off me? I can almost smell his skin on me. No, I need to rip the bandage off and move forward. There will be no pining, no aching need to be with him, no heartbreak. Pulling at my clothes, I drop them in the laundry basket, realizing I’ve left my stupid angel wings at his house. I suppose they’ll be my parting gift. Something for him to remember me by.

As I stand under the spray of water, running my hands through my tangled hair, I wonder what he’s doing. Maybe he’s still asleep, or he might be looking for me. I wouldn’t have minded a round of sleepy morning sex before we called it good on our one night. Ugh, my nipples are hard and my breasts ache for his hands—and his mouth. I lather the shampoo in my hair and rinse, applying a thick coat of conditioner in hopes of taming the frizz. While I wait for it to soak in, I add some soap to my hands and begin scrubbing my body. He’d come on my belly. That thought sends a jolt of need straight to my clit. The visual of that moment is burned in my memory, the sounds he made as he pumped his cock and emptied himself onto me. I shiver, and this time, it has nothing to do with being cold.

My fingers drift over my abdomen and up to my breasts, lingering, caressing, and wishing Devin were here. A deep pain blossoms as I touch my hardened nipple, shocking me out of my haze of arousal.

“What the fuck?” As I stare down my body, my stomach turns as I see two pinprick-sized puncture wounds, almost healed and so small I wouldn’t have noticed them if it hadn’t been for the pain.

“Motherfucker.”

But how? I’d slept with him. He was a fucking vampire. Vampires can’t have sex. But somehow I’d let him inside my body. And he’d fed on me.

I’m going to kill the asshole.