Incubus Among Us Box Set (Shifter Romance)

by Mac Flynn

  "I would rather stay with you," he insisted.

  "So would I, but we don't need to be tripping over each other on the escape." I swung him towards the door and gave him a heavy push. "Now get!"

  David reluctantly stepped outside. I turned my attention to the office door. Father Sterling wasn't in view, but I could hear a soft rustling of papers. I tiptoed to the entrance and peeked inside. The place was a small, messy library of opened and stacked books, and the walls were covered in bookshelves filled to overflowing with ancient, dusty tomes. At the back of the small room was a desk covered in papers, and behind that desk stood Father Sterling.

  I slipped into the room, plastered a wide grin on my face, and spread my arms on either side of me. "Surprise!" I yelled.

  My loud, sudden entrance startled the man so much I thought I'd given him a heart attack. He jerked back and whipped his head up. When he realized who stood before him his eyes narrowed and his jaw stuck out in a horrible, twisted scowl. "How did you escape?" he growled.

  "Oh, just some feminine wiles, but if you want to capture me again you're going to have to catch me," I teased.

  I raced out the door and down the hall. Papers flew behind me, as did the father. He was much faster than I expected and I had to sprint down the hall to keep ahead of him. I slammed into the exit and flew out into the cool night air. Fresh snow crunched beneath my feet as I saw the exit led to the rear of the park that surrounded the church. Old trees towered above us with their branches thick with snow, and under the nearest tree behind its trunk, partially hidden, stood David.

  I stopped in front of that tree and turned to face my adversary. Sterling halted three yards from me. I put on my sweetest smile for him. "You know, you're not too bad-looking for a priest." A really old, psychotic priest.

  Father Sterling's eyes narrowed. "You dare try your witchery on me, demon? I am stronger in my faith than you are in your devilry." He reached into his frock and pulled out a gun.

  I held up my hands and my smile shook on my lips. "Can't we just talk about this like civilized people?"

  Sterling scoffed. "Civilized? There is nothing civilized about a left-over heathen god like you." He cocked the hammer back and aimed the barrel at me.

  David stepped out from behind the tree and moved to stand in front of me. He held his arm out to his side and blocked my path. "I won't let you harm her," he told the priest.

  The priest smirked and pointed the barrel at David. "So the monster shows himself. I won't let you ruin another innocent soul."

  "I won't, but you will," David argued.

  Sterling paused and frowned. "If you're referring to the she-demon behind you then you're mistaken. She's inhabited with the same demon that makes up your soul, and only death will bring her salvation. I will ensure that after I've taken care of you for the last time."

  "No!" I yelled. I jumped in front of David and held out my hands to Sterling. David tried to pull me behind him, but I batted away his hands. "Wait! Please, just wait a minute! We're not trying to trick you!" I insisted.

  Sterling sneered at me. "You are only tricks. Your absolution can only be granted through holy water, so step aside while I rid the world of this creature."

  I pressed my lips together and frowned. "No. I'm not going anywhere until you put down that gun and give back my locket!"

  David grasped my upper arms and pulled me against him. "Father Sterling, would a creature of tricks choose to sacrifice herself for another?" he pointed out. Sterling furrowed his brow and the gun lowered just a fraction of an inch.

  "And would an evil demon thing really want to just leave in peace without causing you trouble?" I added. Father Sterling's eyes flickered back and forth as his mind spun with the ideas we placed in his head. I shrugged off David's hands and stepped closer to the father. "Come on, you know we're telling the truth. You can believe us."

  Father Sterling sighed and his gun arm dropped to his side. He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Oh, my child what have I done?"

  "A good thing by dropping that gun," I told him.

  The Father's eyes flew open and his gun-arm whipped up so the barrel pointed at my forehead. A smirk slipped onto his lips. "I should have realized I reached you too late. Even holy water won't cure you, so this blessed bullet must take its place."

  "No!" David screamed as I heard the report of the gun.

  His hands grabbed my arms and flung me out of the way. I fell to the ground and twisted in midair to see David stand nearly where I had stood. He stumbled back and clutched at his arm where I saw blood pour from a bullet hole. I hit the grass as another report sounded. That bullet hit David in the chest just shy of the heart. He crumpled forward onto the ground and gasped for breath.

  I whipped my head to Sterling as the priest strode up to David. He lorded over my lover and aimed the barrel at David's bowed head. "No more innocents, demon," Sterling growled as he pulled back the trigger.

  "Sterling!" I shouted.

  His eyes flickered over to me as I stood. I tore off my shirt and slipped down my pants so I stood nearly naked before him. His eyes bulged from his head and his mouth dropped to mid-frock. I took a step to the right, and he followed like a man mesmerized by what he saw. A sly smile slipped onto my lips as I realized I had him in my power.

  I opened my arms and slowly stepped towards him. "I think you've been alone a little too long," I cooed.

  Sterling shook his head and stumbled away from me. The gun dropped from his shaking hand and he waved his hands in front of him as though to ward me off. "N-no! Stay away from me, monster! None of your devilry!"

  "Is it devilry to want humans to love and be loved?" I questioned him.

  He clapped his hands over his ears. "No! None of your lies!"

  I reached him and wrapped my arms around his quivering body. My breasts pressed against his black frock and I could feel the heat that came off his excited body. I petted his partially-bald head with one hand and reveled in his shaking. He was a challenge, and like David I liked challenges. "No lies, Father. We're God's messengers of love, and I'm here to tell you that the desire you feel for me is very much a human thing."

  A soft whimper emitted from Sterling's lips. He dropped to his knees and wept into his hands. "Please God, forgive me for my weakness and impure thoughts!"

  I ignored his blabbering and looked to David. He stood on his feet and the blood no longer poured from his wounds. His gaze was focused on my visible-well, assets and it was filled with lust and not pain. I rolled my eyes. "Can't you at least focus on dying and not my body?" I teased him.

  "Your body is worth dying for," he returned.

  I glanced over my shoulder at the priest who rocked himself and shrugged. "I think some people would disagree."

  David nodded at the weeping priest. "The locket," he reminded me.

  "Oh! Right!" I knelt down and dug inside the man's frock until my fingers struck gold. A gold locket, that is, and I pulled it from Sterling's robes. Sterling dared a glance up at me and his eyes fell on my bra-covered, swollen breasts. He licked his lips and I saw the temptation of lust sweep through his eyes. Then the priest crumpled chest-first to the ground and curled up in himself. I rolled my eyes and stood. "You need to get out more," I scolded the priest.

  "Liz," David called to me.

  I spun around and held up the locket. "Coming!"

  I hurried over to him, but the closer I came the worse the wounds looked. I reached my lover and cringed at the sight of so much blood on his clothes. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?" I asked him.

  David smiled and looped his non-bloody arm around my waist. He pressed me against his side and pressed a passionate kiss onto my lips. I was breathless when he finally broke us apart. "I am always fine when you're safe and by my side."

  "I'll take that as a 'yes,'" I teased. A loud, snorting sob caught my attention and I glanced at the pile of beaten priest on the ground. "Any way you can muster enough energy to get us out of this dreary pla
ce?" I asked him.

  "I think I can manage something, but where would you like to go?"

  "Home would be nice."

  "But where is your home now?" he wondered.

  I opened my mouth to speak 'apartment,' but something inside of me made me hesitate. 'Apartment' just didn't sound right to me anymore. I wanted something else, something roomier and darker. I looked up into David's eyes and saw they pleaded with me to speak something else.

  "Is. . .is that offer of a room with you still available?" I asked him.

  A gleam of joy slipped into his eyes and a brilliant smile covered his lips. He wrapped both arms around me in a hug that expressed all the joy he felt. His chuckle rumbled through me and I reveled in the vibration. "Yes, I still think it's available. Were you thinking about moving?"

  "I was thinking about it just as long as I can go back and tell everyone where I'm at. Ann and Tiff might be worried sick about me by now," I pointed out.

  "Mo already knows, and he will tell the others," he revealed.

  I sighed and rolled my eyes. "What a peeping-tom cat," I mused.

  David pulled me at arms length and studied my face. "Do you wish to go now or later? I won't coax you either way."

  I snorted. "Just your sexiness is is coaxing me, but I think I'll take now. I could use a rest, and that shadow place is like a relaxing sauna."

  A sly grin slipped onto his lips. "I can't guarantee a relaxing stay," he teased.

  I smiled and cupped one of his cheeks in my palm. "I think I'll risk it."

  David again wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed me close. "Then let's go home."

  Being pressed against him as I was, a problem arose in my mind. I pressed a hand on his chest and nodded at his body. "What about the other priest guy? Judah?"

  David smiled. "I left the body in the room. He will awaken in a few hours and remember nothing. What you see now is my human form," he assured me.

  "Oh, well, then let's be off."

  Chapter 9

  David stepped us backward into the deeper shadow of the tree, and the familiar darkness wrapped around us. I sighed and nuzzled my face into his chest as the warm embrace of shadows wrapped around me. However, rather than the usual empty space there was a small bedroom display like one you'd see in a store. There was the large sleigh bed with its silken sheets, and on either side of it was a nightstand.

  I rolled my eyes and stopped them on David's face above mine. "Wanting something?" I teased.

  "Perhaps," he returned.

  I nodded at his wounds. "Shouldn't we wait a little while longer?"

  "That isn't necessary." David released me and slipped off his bloody shirt to reveal an unscathed, and gorgeous, chest and arm. My new lustful nature arose at his nakedness.

  David swept me into his arms and carried me over to the bedroom. He set me on the bed and what remained of my clothes sank through my body and disappeared into the sheets. My skin was as soft as his, and I felt my muscles tighten and tense. My heaving breasts, full and swollen, begged for his attention and he gave me his fullest to pleasing me. His hands glided over my tingling flesh as I moaned and squirmed beneath his touch. My entire body was aflame with my desire for him. I had to have him against me, inside me.

  I felt my hips thicken and widen, curved and slick with sweat. He teased me with his touches and kisses. His fingers danced along my trembling skin and dipped into the folds between my legs. His lips pressed hot kisses on my neck and between my breasts. He rubbed against me, and the flames inside me glowed hot and demanding. My breath came out in short, quick gasps, and my tongue slid out to wet my dry, red lips. I thrust my hips in time with his finger, but it wasn't enough. I needed him inside me. He had to be one with me.

  "Please take me," I whispered. "Take me forever."

  His voice was husky, and the bulge in his pants told me all I needed to know about his desire. He looked at me with blazing eyes that fanned the flames of my own need. "Is that what you truly want?" he whispered.

  "Yes. Oh god, yes," I replied.

  His clothes vanished, leaving him naked above me. He pressed his body against mine and teased my hot, soaked entrance with the tip of himself. In one quick, deep thrust he penetrated me. I reveled in the feel of him completing me, making me whole. Without him I was only a part of a person. Half a succubus. He fulfilled the desire inside of me, the desire to love and be loved.

  He took me slow, achingly slow, but it was so delicious. Each thrust was a work of art. Every penetration sent shivers through my body and soul, leaving me begging for more. I moaned and clutched at his back. My legs wrapped around him and allowed him deeper penetration, deeper satisfaction.

  My sensitive buds rubbed against his tense, muscled chest. The friction was deliciously teasing. I arched my back to feel more, to know more of him and be loved by his body. He growled and pressed harder down on me. He would be the dominant mate, and I the submissive female. I squirmed, and he stopped his thrusts and raised himself on his arms over me.

  "Who is your master?" he hissed at me.

  I whimpered and pressed my hips against his. "Please don't stop," I begged him.

  "Who is your master?" he repeated.

  "You are," I whispered. I leaned upward and caught his lips in a searing kiss that was meant to reveal my need, my hunger for him. The ache inside me needed satiated, and only he could do it.

  He broke from the kiss and left a heated trail of kisses down my neck. "Will you know no other?" he rasped.

  "No other," I moaned. I rubbed my hips against his, but he was immovable. "Please, my master, please take me."

  His breaths came out in sharp, strained gasps. He raised his head and his red eyes stared at me with such intense passion that a shudder ran through me. "I will take you and your soul. You will be mine and mine alone forever."

  I shuddered, but not from fear. His tone was possession itself. He would have me now and forever, and I would enjoy every minute of it. He swooped down and captured my lips with his. We performed a passionate battle as he thrust deep and long into me. It was a million experiences, a million sensations of desire and lust all vying for my attention. I broke from the kiss and clung to him.

  "My master! My love!" I cried to the darkness.

  "Forever," he growled.

  He took me like an animal long starved of companionship. Every thrust slipped into me like a smooth wave of pleasure. My body shivered and tensed. He dominated me, never made me forget who was the master, and I reveled in the feeling of such a naked, feral demand. My swollen, heaving breasts begged for attention. I thrust them out and he took one in his hand and massaged me inside and out.

  A warm glow of sensual lust enveloped us in its pleasurable embrace. It demanded we give in to our carnal desires, our base needs. I lost myself heart and soul in the feel of that lustful instinct.

  "Yes. Feel it. Embrace it," my lover growled.

  The warmth penetrated me as surely as he. It changed me, transformed me into a creature that craved lust, that fed on the sexual emotions of those around me. My body ached with the need of desire, of physical love. I was lust itself., and oh god, did it feel good.

  My lover pressed himself against me and thrust harder. Every stroke demanded satisfaction. He needed to appease the deep ache inside him. I arched my back and clutched onto his head.

  "Yes! More! More! Take me!" I pleaded.

  Orgasm swept over me, taking me in a blinding light of lust-filled ecstasy. I chanted his name to the darkness, and he grunted in reply. He thrust again and again into me. My body trembled and jerked beneath him. Pleasure swept over me with every stroke of him inside me. I never thought it would end, and I never wanted it to.

  Unfortunately, all good things come to an end and David came inside me. He collapsed atop me and gasped for breath as I did. I petted his hair with a trembling, weak hand and enjoyed the afterglow of our lovemaking.

  After a few moments David raised his head and smiled down at me. "I will neve
r grow tired of this."

  I grinned devilishly at him and wiggled my hips. His eyes widened and I felt him harden inside me. "Good. What say we go for another round?"

  A grin lit up his ow face and he thrust hard and deep into me. "I say why stop at one?"

  We didn't stop at one, or even a dozen. It was an eternity of bliss and love and lust, and even after so many years I'm still enjoying it. I won't ever get tired of being a succubus, and I look back fondly at the moment I set eyes on my lover, my love, my incubus.

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