Could you die from the aching beat — beat — beat of your own heart?
I preened. Incubi could do romantic gestures better than anyone: I could die of a broken heart…or the curse of the Exploding Pleasure Dick.
I snuggled with Fox on a suede sofa in the center of the Rebel Café, which was outside the castle in the grounds. Holograms of the ocean washed across the walls, along with the soothing crash of waves. The café had been built to relieve the stress of students in their free time. Professors used it as a privilege that could be taken away or granted as a reward. Serenity, who’d been magically created to run the café, had a wee crush on my Sleipnir, which meant that we could sneak in here like now, rather than risk the professors discovering our secrets.
I shuddered at the thought of letting Bacchus know why Fox was injured. It didn’t matter who Magenta truly was, she was still mine, and I’d save her. Witches were never imprisoned as Rebels, so why had they placed Magenta’s portrait in that gallery?
Once an incubus loved, they were loyal until death. It was a thing.
Fox was still watching me like I’d been the one to be sliced as if with the death by a thousand cuts. I frowned (and no one loved a frowning incubus), before carrying out a quick check: arse pettable, hair shiny, and lips kissable.
This incubus was sizzling.
Then I flushed, uncomfortable. Was my whipping boy distressed because I didn’t protect him or because Magenta had turned out to be a Crow? I’d seen his file, and along with the cute-as-a-button baby photos, I hadn’t been able to miss the cruelty by his family.
It looked like it was time for a certain ruby-eyed Immortal to show him that pleasure could heal pain.
Fox’s eyes widened in cute surprise, as I clasped his wrists, slamming them against the sofa. Then I straddled him, pushing him down amongst the sofa’s cushions that softened in response. As if Serenity sensed the change in mood, the lights dimmed. I sighed; this was the cuddliness that I needed. When Fox’s hard-on pressed against mine, my eyelids fluttered at the sensation. Inside, my powers built like champagne bubbles: sparkling and fresh. I panted, licking across Fox’s jaw and tasting his tangy blood, at the same time as I breathed in his delicious scent of raspberries.
If I could build my powers, then I could heal Fox. Here’s the thing, incubi have the talent of healing but only if they charged themselves first by giving pleasure (such a hardship, snicker). If I healed Fox, then Bacchus wouldn’t discover about Magenta.
I could protect both my new lovers.
“By Tyr’s ass, stop wriggling against each other like eels and help me plot how to summon a ghost who doesn’t seem to know her own dickish strength,” Sleipnir snarled.
Mood. Officially. Killed.
Sleipnir paced from one side of the café to the other. His hair cycled between pink, red, and aquamarine so fast that it hurt my eyes. Even I didn’t mood swing that badly, and I’d been told that I could be one changeable hottie (unbelievable, right?).
I treated myself to a final stroke of Fox’s curls, whilst he treated himself to a cheeky squeeze of my ass, then I settled myself in his lap with a satisfied wriggle.
If Sleipnir wanted an eel, then I’d give him one.
Sleipnir appeared torn apart by his thoughts on Magenta. He already had hang ups about witches, and it looked like it was down to my pettable arse to help him over it. My deliciously divine Magenta might not know her own strength, but every one of the Rebels had faulty powers. It was why we’d been sent here. Why would she be different? I could convince him.
See, I could be resolute. Ma called it stubborn, but it was a trait of the Night lineage. Definitely resolute.
All of a sudden, the room pulsed to a calming green, and a steaming bath with petals floating on top appeared in front of Sleipnir. The cloying scent of roses suffused the café. Sleipnir grunted with shock as he tumbled forward, splashing into the oily water headfirst. He spluttered to the surface, kneeling back on the floor with his hair plastered across his face in the brilliant impression of a wet dog.
I snickered, and Fox hid his chuckle against my neck. Woah, that tickled.
“A hot bath is just right to ease your stress, godling,” Serenity’s Welsh voice crooned from the walls, as if her aim was to make Sleipnir come from her voice alone. Everybody had to have a goal in life. “It’s usual to take your clothes off first, mind.”
Serenity was a minx.
Sleipnir wiped his wet hair out of his eyes, as water dripped down his neck. It was such a waste that I didn’t get to lick it off. “I’m a god, and it’s usual to ask if a guy wants to bathe first.”
“That’s right: assert yourself! But remember, I’m here to reduce your stress, so I’m only responding to your own needs. So, how about a quick wank to relieve the tension?”
Fox shook underneath me with silent laughter.
Sleipnir blinked. “Did you just say…?”
“Smile,” Serenity continued with pretend innocence, “I said: a quick smile. Come on, it’ll help. Scientists have proved that if your face thinks you’re happy, then your brain will be as well.”
“Awesome,” Sleipnir muttered (my sarcastic godling), “now she’s getting all scientific on my ass.”
When the bath vanished with a pop, Sleipnir’s shoulders slumped in relief. He pushed himself up, growling at the way that water slipped down the front of his shirt. I always forgot how hot he looked when wet like Darcy in Pride and Prejudice emerging dripping out of the lake if he’d somehow discovered punk rock.
“Does someone need a hug?” Serenity offered.
Sleipnir stiffened. “I’m just wrecked that you don’t have arms.”
“When you’re this stressed—”
“I’m not stressed,” Sleipnir hollered.
“I rest my case,” Serenity commented, smugly. “You need to let it out. Don’t snarl at me like that. How about a good cry or a swear?” I’d been taught that either of those only led to ugly incubi…and pain. When I stiffened, Fox stroked his hand down my thigh in comfort. “Come on, try it with me: fuck, fuck, fuck…”
“Serenity, it’d relax me to eat an apple, if it pleases you to feed me.” I cut across Serenity’s cheerful cursing with my sweetest pout.
My gaze became half-lidded, as I held out my hand in supplication.
I could do sweet when I tried.
Sleipnir shot me a grateful glance, as Serenity concentrated on producing peeled slices of apple on my palm. When Fox grinned, before opening his mouth, I fed him one, but not before he’d tongued my finger in thanks. I shivered, pecking a kiss to the tip of his nose. Then I munched thoughtfully on my own slice, sucking on the sweet juices between my own fingers.
We’d finished the Discipline Run and could hide out here for a couple of hours before Bacchus became suspicious, if we were lucky, but what about after that? Term started tomorrow, and we had to win the Rebel Cup. We couldn’t have this Mystery of Magenta, which sounded like we’d fallen into a paranormal mystery, distracting us from the dangers because then we’d die. I could tell that Sleipnir was as troubled as me.
Into the silence, Serenity burst out, “I know — orgasms!”
Fox grinned. “The Shout Out Inappropriate Words Game: I was the champion at this three times running. Diarrhea! Bomb! Daddy!”
I slammed my palm across his mouth. “Was the champion spanked?”
Fox hesitated, before shaking his head emphatically.
Sleipnir slumped against the wall with a sigh. “The weird thing is that I can’t fight it because she’s honestly not wrong.”
Rule 6 of the Incubi Night Code states: You can never have too many orgasms.
Except, I’d once been forced to have seven in one night with the Duchess, so I knew that rule sucked.
Yet I needed more pleasure to heal Fox’s hands. Plus, it appeared to be the only way that we were connected with Magenta.
I winked at Sleipnir, blowing him a kiss. “As you wish.”
When a
green mist formed in the center of the room where the bath had been, I drew in my breath. In a sinuous dance of limbs, a fae appeared with a gust of his golden wings. The mist bled into emerald hair that hung to the fae’s waist and matched his large eyes because he was an Unseelie, unlike Ambrose. Then he dropped to his hands and knees with a sexy wiggle of his ass and crawled teasingly towards me.
“I didn’t request a fae sex doll.” Fox stared transfixed at the fae, as the fae rested his hands on my thighs and then nuzzled at my crotch. “I think you’ve mixed up Ambrose’s fantasy with ours.”
Sleipnir snorted. “It’d be more like Ambrose’s nightmare. Meet Prince Lysander.”
I shot Sleipnir my best you’re a naughty god but I love you look, at the same time as the prince laid his head in my lap and held out his hand shyly to Fox.
In a daze, Fox shook it. “Delighted to meet... Wait, no I’m not because you’re the rival here, cruel to the dragons, and even if you’re prettier than Tinker Bell, the lie that I can feel is dressing you more like Hook, which isn’t a a turn-on.”
The fae snatched back his hand, snuggling closer to me.
I slid my hand through his hair. “He’s a clone of Lysander: My Andro.”
Prince Lysander didn’t know about the existence of Andro, who was precisely alike in all ways apart from his personality. Lysander’s eyes were hard as jade, but Andro always looked at me, as he was now, with the same softness as a loyal dog. I’d have made an outstanding owner, and now I had a dog, cat, fox, and hedgehog…
Maybe I wouldn’t mention that line of thought to Fox.
Serenity created him whenever I needed someone who was happy and willing to submit. Prince Lysander would kick my arse and then hex me into a eunuch if I even dared to kiss him. Andro, on the other hand, loved to take commands, and I’d never been allowed to show my dominant side before I’d arrived at the academy. It was a strange thing to feel so grateful to a clone.
Sleipnir had insisted that I couldn’t love Andro because a clone couldn’t feel love back, but I wasn’t so sure.
“Take me out, if it pleases you,” I whispered.
Andro shivered, wrapping his wings around me and kissing my inner thigh, before nodding. It only fed me, if it brought pleasure to Andro, and I’d never take from the unwilling. Plus, did he feel lonely stuck in this café, or did he only spring to life just for me? Either way, I had to give him something to remember each time.
I loved the way that his eyes darkened with desire, as he undid my pants and reverentially slid out my dick, pumping me a few times, although incubus here: I was already hard and aching. When he licked around the head of my dick, swirling over the slit, I gasped.
Fox’s hand closed over my mine, even though it had to smart against his bleeding palm. I met his gaze, which was as glassy as my own. He thrummed with magic like it was his dick that was being sucked.
At last, Andro stopped teasing me and swallowed, at the same time as playing with my balls. I arched but didn’t break gazes with Fox. When Andro hummed, and his vibrations shuddered through me, as he pressed harder on my balls, I spiraled higher. Then he relaxed his throat, and I pushed deeper — once — twice…
“Andro,” I gasped in warning, but it was too late.
I’d just broken Rule 89 of the Incubi Night Code: You can never have too many orgasms but always give your lover the option of swallowing or spitting.
Yet Andro looked smugly like the cat who’d got the cream as he drew back, giving my dick little kitten licks to clean it. I squirmed at the oversensitivity.
Silly incubus, post orgasm torture was his revenge.
Andro looked up at me from underneath his eyelashes with pretend innocence but it didn’t work because I’d patented that look.
I pulled my hand out of Fox’s, hurriedly tucking my dick back into my pants and away from Andro’s sneaky tongue. Although, I did love that tongue.
I vibrated with the new power, which had had been boosted by the pleasure. It sparkled through me.
“You pleased me, Andro,” I murmured.
Suddenly, Sleipnir marched to Andro, wrenching back his head by his long hair. I stiffened at his yelp.
“You’re done with this thing now, so you can send him away.” Sleipnir shook Andro.
When Andro’s eyes flashed with hurt, I knew that it wasn’t about the hair pulling because that was one of his kinks.
My gaze became steely. Sleipnir should know better than to hurt one of my lovers. “Does it please you to be cursed with tangled earbuds every time that you listen to music?”
Fear the curse of the incubus…
Sleipnir blanched, letting go of Andro and stepping back. Andro smiled at me like I was his hero.
“By the runes, have you forgotten that asshole Prince Titus sent us on the mission last term or that your asshole Lysander beat us, which is why we were chosen to be sent on it. If not for that…asshole, Hector wouldn’t have been killed.”
Andro whimpered, huddling closer to me.
Fox glanced between us. “Wow, that’s a lot of assholes.”
“Andro isn’t Lysander, and Lysander isn’t his uncle.” It was only with Andro’s soft wings cocooned around me that I finally understood that truth.
I no longer blamed the prince for the mission through the Gateway, which had gone wrong and killed my friend, or the fact that his uncle, Titus, ran the academy from the shadows. After all, Lysander was stuck here the same as us and he fought to protect Willoughby and his whipping boy.
It wasn’t any of the Princes’ fault that we were forced to compete against each other.
“Imagine what the Princes do to your clones.” Fox cocked his head.
Sleipnir’s eyes opened wide with panic. “They don’t… I mean, you don’t think… They wouldn’t…?”
“Prince Willoughby pets Bask’s behind and then spanks it until Bask comes,” Andro supplied helpfully. Well, I do have a spankable arse. “And Prince Lysander banned Serenity from ever producing a clone of Sleipnir.”
Sleipnir’s expression became shuttered, before he stalked to the far side of the café. “Just get rid of him and fix our whipping boy.”
Sleipnir hadn’t had the same revelation as me. But then, he didn’t have the same advantages. Maybe I should advise him about the shiny hair?
“Someone’s sounding stressed,” Serenity chirped, “would you like to dance it out?”
When the joyful “Love Shack” by the B-52’s burst out like the café’s anthem, Sleipnir growled in defeat, turning to bang his head against the wall in time to the rhythm. I grasped Andro’s chin, tipping up his head. His eyes widened, before crinkling at the edges with happiness.
I kissed him, tenderly. “See you soon.”
When Andro faded in a twist of green mist, the loss speared through me. I turned to Fox, clutching his shoulders to be certain that he was still with me…and real. Yet wasn’t Andro real to himself, at least?
Fox’s smile was sad like he understood the way that I shook, as I kissed him with the same tenderness as I had Andro. His lips were warmer than the fae’s had been and plusher. I sighed, running my tongue across the seam of his lips to encourage them to open, and then I drew back, hovering just above the lush mouth that I’d already become addicted to kissing.
I could taste that he belonged to Ghost Immortal, just like I knew that we should all be together.
My magic bubbled up in a ruby stream, glittering out of my mouth and into Fox’s to heal him. He moaned at the sensation. The cuts on his hand closed up, until his skin was as perfect as before.
Then I sat back on my heels, shooting Sleipnir a smug grin. “Healed as good as new. Pet me.”
Sleipnir slouched with an indolent elegance to run his hand through my hair. The petting tribute was acceptable. “Now your pleasure’s sated, it’s time we all used the power of our dicks.”
“I knew all the Alpha posturing was just horniness.” Fox bounced up, snatching Sleipnir and swinging him around
to “Love Shack” with wild abandon in the face of his outrage. “Feel the power of my dick, baby.”
“Valhalla! Did you just call me…?”
“Baby,” Serenity crowed. “Although, I prefer godling.”
“Co-co,” Sleipnir hollered.
I dived up from the sofa, catching Sleipnir around the waist, as Fox spun him to me tango style.
Fox’s eyes gleamed. “Is this another round of the Shout Out Inappropriate Words Game? Okay, my go: Cockmuppet!”
“Stop,” Sleipnir gritted out, twisting in my arms, “this is a round of Find the Witch.”
I sobered, letting go of him. He straightened his blazer, before holding out his hand, and a crystal goblet appeared, which sizzled. I peered at the brown liquid that could’ve been hot chocolate but it also smelled of sweet vanilla, hot ginger, and ancient magic.
“I’m allergic to drinking magic potions.” Fox grimaced. Ah, my cute little liar. “I come out in hives, my throat closes up, and then I turn into Ivan the Terrible. It’s truly an affliction.”
“It’s called Co-co because it makes you co-co-come.” Sleipnir smirked. “I assure you, I’ve never stopped thinking about the times that Magenta has appeared to us or become stronger. I take it you’ve noticed as well that she’s connected to us all: our pleasure and emotions.” Sleipnir hesitated. Why did he look shifty all of a sudden? “Hey, I felt her out on the Discipline run, didn’t you?”
Fox and I both nodded. There’d been a pulsing ancient magic in the Dead Wood. It’d called to me, and I’d battled not to dive between the trees.
Sleipnir examined his nails. “Honestly, I have the feeling that Magenta’s power once fed from nature, but now she also feeds from us.”
Fox edged closer, until we stood around the goblet like it was a witch’s brew. I guessed that it was. I’d never willingly drunk one of those before.
“Why now? Why us?” Fox asked; his expression was brittle.
“You’re special to her,” I tilted my head, “you’re the reason that everything’s changed.”
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