SCORCH: An Incubus versus Succubus Demon Romance

by Carlisle, Lisa

  We followed the fluorescent glow from the commercial strip to find an open pizza shop. The streets were otherwise dark and quiet with few humans walking the sidewalks and cars driving by.

  Although I’d tried to project my usual carefree approach to the whole bonding thing, I was on the verge of freaking out. My sensual urges raced out of control around Selena. They raged worse than a teenage demon hitting puberty and following his dick on a joy ride to get laid.

  We’d bonded, yes. But we were sex demons. We could try to fuck each other out of our systems.

  I pictured her with the men at the club. My pulse raced with that unfamiliar possessive jealousy. “You sure looked ready to find a partner—or three—tonight. I saw you dancing with three men.” My tone clipped with a higher edge.

  She stepped closer and took me by the collar. Her honey brown eyes pulsed with vibrant fear. “You don’t get it. Why do you think I was at the club tonight?”

  “Looking to feed.”

  “Of course.”

  “You seemed to be having no trouble whatsoever.” Great, with that tone I sounded like a jealous lover. Why the hell was I reacting like a—a—a human?

  “To some extent. I couldn’t complete it. Something.” She covered her chest. “Something inside stopped me.”

  The unexpected vulnerability in her tone and expression struck me with a pang. I hated seeing her in pain. “Like what?”

  “An ache.” She took a deep breath and exhaled. “A yearning to be with you. It’s horrible. Horrible!”

  I stared into her eyes and sucked in a breath. Her admitting she wanted me as desperately as I longed for her affected me some place deep within.

  “I know what you mean.”

  She tilted her head. “You feel the same way?”

  “Yes,” I admitted. “It’s this bond. It’s unbearable.”

  “Unbearable,” she repeated, and her lips fell open a fraction. Her gaze fluttered to my mouth.

  Fuck. Why did she have to look at me that way? My cock was already throbbing with need.

  After our admittance, my words tumbled out. “I’ve been consumed with fantasies of finding you—and being with you again.”

  She stepped closer and stroked my bottom lip. “Same here, incubus. A horrible compulsion.”

  I gazed at her from head to toe. Her cleavage and the glimpse of thigh on display in this sexy black gothic dress did nothing to stifle my urges. “When I took a shower, I ached to have you with me.”

  Her eyes widened and then darkened with desire. “Doing what?”

  “Running my hands all over your body.” I inched closer and trailed my hands down her bare arms, feeling her silky skin beneath my fingers. “Washing every inch of you. Exploring every part of you before I sink deep inside.”

  She bit her lower lip. “Did you touch yourself?” In the small gap between our bodies, she squeezed her hand in and ran a finger down my chest. Then she glanced up at me from under hooded lids. “While thinking of me?”

  The corner of my mouth twitched into a one-sided grin. “You must be smarter than a block-headed demon like me.” Unable to resist the rising heat between us, I inhaled her scent more deeply. “This is bad.” I pulled her body against mine.

  “Damn right it is.” She reached behind my neck and pulled herself up closer to my mouth. “Unbearable.”

  Her breath mingled with mine. For a second, neither of us moved. The space between us vibrated with scorching tension.

  Then our lips met. She kissed me without restraint. Her lips were hot and demanding. All my fears about what this bond meant melted. All I knew was that I craved her. I didn’t care at that moment if it was a magical spell or some mind game. I wanted her as much as she appeared to want me.

  I grasped every accessible curve on her body.

  A car drove by and honked. “Get a room!”

  I broke from her lips to see a car full of teenage boys racing by. They laughed and hooted. “I’ll have a go when you’re done,” one shouted.

  Like hell he would. I stormed toward the car racing away, hands curled into fists. Breath came out of my nostrils in quick spurts.

  “Daron, no.” She pulled my arm. “We have more important things to do than deal with human stupidity.”

  Her voice broke through the rage and desire to toss the car from an overpass.

  I turned to her. “Like what?”

  Her smile was pure wickedness. “Find someplace where we can be alone.”

  My cock twitched in happy agreement.

  I took her hand and we rushed from the main road back toward the warehouses. As we ran, she laughed, a delightful mix of decadence and pure fun that warmed my chest. A few raindrops fell on my arms.

  “It’s starting to rain.” She brushed a drop off her hand.

  A drop rolled down her cheek. I wiped it and marveled at how soft and slick her skin felt beneath the rain. “It feels good.”

  “Yes.”

  “So do you.” A few large drops fell. I scanned the surroundings for a shadowy nook for privacy, yet still ride that exciting edge of being caught. Total aphrodisia.

  A dark area beneath a fire escape stood out. “Come.”

  Once we were there, I picked her up and pressed her against the brick wall of the side of the building. Trapping her there. We could teleport wherever we wanted, but the forbidden appeal out here amid the warehouses was an allure. The threat of getting caught was an aphrodisiac. Why put a damper on anything that accentuated pleasure?

  She wrapped her long legs around my waist and showed me her willingness to go along with my plan.

  “You like this, don’t you? You like that I’m going to take you against a wall?”

  She moaned.

  “Answer the question,” I demanded. I liked to hear how eager my partners were for me—especially when it was real, pure desire. Not one that I stoked with my magic. “You like knowing we can be caught at any moment. It turns you on.” I pinched her nipple.

  “Yes, I like it.”

  “Good. Because I’m going to fuck you hard. Make you cry out. Tonight, you’re my little succubus slut. Mine. Only mine.” What the hell was coming over me? My possessiveness raged as hard as my cock.

  An expression between dreaminess and desire passed over her features. “Only yours.”

  “That’s right.” Although satisfied with her answer, I questioned why. It was an odd declaration between sex demons. We thrived on multiple partners as one wouldn’t sate us. A human generally needed days to recover from a proper fucking.

  It was especially odd since we’d discovered that we’d somehow bonded, and we weren’t happy about it.

  Nothing about our situation was typical. Neither of us knew what to do about this entanglement.

  Except to go with what we both so desperately craved.

  After putting her on her feet, I reached into the teasing slit of her dress, sliding my hand up her thigh. I slipped my fingers under the seam of her panties and between her folds. She was already slick. “So wet. So ready. You want my cock, don’t you?”

  “Yesss.”

  No hesitation this time.

  “You’re going to have to wait. First, I get to play.”

  She moaned in protest, but when I slipped a finger into her tight channel, she bit her lip.

  I wanted more access. The panties were hot, but in the way. I tore them off her and tossed them to the pavement.

  “Daron.” She pouted. “I liked those.”

  I quickly scanned between the buildings and up at the windows to see if we were being watched. No signs of anyone. The raindrops had picked up pace, falling harder and faster, and they pinged off the metal of the fire escape.

  When I turned back to Selena, I nuzzled her neck. “I’ll buy you five more pairs. And then rip those off you as well. Then pick another dozen that I want you to wear.”

  Why was I spouting these things? This was temporary. We were temporary.

  Claiming her mouth again, I shu
t us both up. Our tongues caressed and clashed, our greedy mouths claimed one another’s. The kiss was raw and brutal and passionate. I alternated with fingering deep inside her and teasing her clit. She pressed against my hand in that wanton way I loved.

  “Fuck me, Daron.”

  “Come for me, first.”

  My cock throbbed with an ache to get inside her, but it could wait. I wanted to savor her like this, drive her passion, control her release.

  “Yes. Yessss.” Her voice softened to this husky, vulnerable tone when we fucked, so different from the guarded, sarcastic one. Both did something to me, affecting me deep inside.

  I worked her until she was on the edge and pulled my mouth from hers to watch her, fascinated with her expression caught in the bliss of rapture. I brought her there and that buoyed me with masculine pride. The rain fell around us, as wild and uninhibited as my succubus.

  When Selena shattered, she came with a sharp cry. She clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.

  “Who cares if they hear you?” What did it matter to me if humans knew what we were doing? In fact, I’d gladly tell the world she was mine.

  At least for tonight.

  Lifting her off her feet again, I pressed her against the brick wall. I slid into her without much resistance as her sweet pussy was so deliciously wet.

  She wrapped her arms and legs around me as I held her off the ground. Sliding out, I roared back into her.

  “You feel so good,” I murmured into her sweet-smelling hair.

  I drove into her deep and hard and fast, barely holding on to any control. Light flashed across the sky. What was that? A few seconds later, thunder rolled over us, signaling it was a storm. Ah, that made sense. Fucking Selena was so intense, I thought it might have been our doing.

  With thrust after thrust, heat rose around us. The fragrance of our desire perfumed the air. Erotic sounds from couples from the windows above reached me. A woman’s moan. A man’s groan. A cry of drawn-out pleasure. Humans nearby seemed caught by our sensuality.

  The energy from the storm seemed palpable, sizzling in the surrounding air.

  Or was it us?

  It swam through our bodies, and filled us with potency. It was mesmerizing and so powerful, it could leave me catatonic with a smile plastered across my face for days.

  If it was hot the first night, tonight was astronomical. Sexual energy from every angle lapped my skin like a hundred caressing fingers—from people nearby to the succubus in my arms.

  “Do you feel it?” I asked. “Feel them?”

  “Yes,” she purred. “So good.”

  With more access to her supple throat, I buried my face against her damp neck and licked it.

  I thrust into her hard enough to make her yelp. “Do you think it’s us?”

  She dropped her head back and moaned a deep sigh of pleasure. “Fuck yeah. This energy is enough to fire up a power plant.”

  True. But, what did that mean? Shit. This wasn’t the time to think. Not when her pussy clamped me with such a tight, exquisite hold. I reached for her breast again and tweaked the hard tip.

  She rode against me, the increasing friction driving us wild. I thrust into her with frantic abandon.

  She ran her hands through my hair. “I’m there, Daron. Right there.”

  Her walls clamped around me and juices coated my shaft with her sweet ambrosia. Each tight pulse milked me, and I couldn’t hold off any longer. The pressure built and I exploded with a fierceness so powerful, that electric lights zigged and zagged in my mind. Then, my vision turned black. I struggled not to collapse and drop Selena.

  Whatever this was between us was powerful—an intense, raging creation that we couldn’t control.

  Yet.

  Chapter Eight

  Selena

  Daron stumbled before he put me back on my feet. It took me a second to steady myself after that earth-shaking encounter. With our bodies now parted, the balmy September air cooled our sweaty skin.

  His warm breath tickled my neck. “You feel so fuckin’ good, Sweetness.”

  Although it annoyed me the first time he’d called me that, it sounded so damn good in that husky croon. My body tingled with pleasure, satiated like never before. Fighting the irresistible pull to him was futile. His scent was too addictive.

  “That’s the problem.” Why did it have to feel so good?

  I should walk away to make a clean break.

  “Problem?” He took a step back and stared at me, a question flickering in those all-too-intense eyes.

  Clawing out of the sensual satisfaction, I warned, “What we created was a maelstrom of sexual energy.”

  A woman’s pleasurable moan drew our attention upwards to an open window in the brick apartment building. The sounds of humans having sex had heightened the eroticism. Beyond it, the golden glow of the waning moon illuminated the otherwise black velvet sky.

  His lips rolled into a smirk while a glimmer of satisfaction shone from his eyes. “Which benefited everyone.”

  True. The sexual magic that Daron and I had generated had both turned the humans on, circling back to nourish us with their energy.

  “No, it’s too powerful. Too dangerous,” I pointed out. “Our magic was unlike any I’d experienced. It didn’t just compound our power, it amplified it.”

  Daron steepled his fingers and tapped them together. “What’s wrong with that?”

  My eyes bulged. I motioned at him and then me. “Us.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?”

  “Before we had sex the first time, I’d wondered if we would drain each other in an endless loop of drawing on each other’s energy.”

  “That didn’t happen.”

  “Right. The consequence is even worse. Bonding. Bondage. Chaos. It all means the same thing to sex demons—a curse!”

  And to deal with this problem, I shouldn’t be boning him in an alley. Talk about sending mixed signals. How would I break the connection to the damn demon by clinging on to his back while begging him to pound his massive cock into me?

  He arched a brow. “You think we cursed ourselves by bonding?”

  I turned over my shoulder with a poor attempt to muster some poise after screwing beneath a fire escape. “Yes. And I’m not putting up with this monogamous shit.” I raised my finger. “Don’t think it’s happening again. That was the last time we fuck, incubus.”

  My body screamed, “You bitch!” and tensed as if ready to revolt. I ignored its trampish demands. I was the one in charge—most of the time.

  He let out a dark, succulent laugh. “Then I’m glad I enjoyed every moment. Come on, let’s get that pizza.”

  I smoothed my clothes back into their proper positioning, not that it would do much good in undoing how I’d undermined everything I’d said. “This doesn’t change anything.”

  Half an hour later, we sat on opposite sides of a vinyl red booth. The rain had stopped, but we were still damp. We had a meat-lovers pizza and two draft beers between us, and the aroma made me swoon with sudden hunger. Who could resist the scent of hot pizza?

  Daron gestured for me to take the first piece. Since I was not one to be dainty and take tiny bites, I grabbed my slice and ogled it as the cheese stretched from my slice to the rest of the pie. My mouth watered. After covering my piece with oregano, red pepper, and parmesan cheese, I blew to dampen the heat and took a bite.

  “Mmm,” I murmured as the flavors melded and danced on my tongue. It was delicious brick oven pizza with the perfect blend of sauce and cheese.

  Daron took a bite and agreed. He stared at me and grinned with that mischievous twitch of his lips that made my insides quiver and liquefy. “You’ve got some sauce right there.” He reached over to my face and brushed my chin.

  That slight touch of his fingers shot a tremor of heat along my skin. Why was this happening again? I couldn’t continue to have this response to him.

  After I swallowed another savory bite, I put the sli
ce down with reluctance. Matters of importance had to be said. My survival depended on it. “Listen, Daron. We both know this is dangerous. We need to end it.”

  The grin vanished. “I agree.”

  I leaned back in the booth. At least, he didn’t fight me on that, and try to convince me we should try to ride it out.

  A churn of disappointment agitated my veins. That meant no more hot sex with a skilled, insatiable demon.

  Reaching for my glass, I swilled some beer. The icy liquid cooled the heat in my mouth. Fine. It was better that we ended it and the sooner, the better. He was simply another meal—albeit insanely satisfying—but there were plenty of other dishes to be tasted.

  “And you can’t stick around Salem.” I motioned in a circular wave to indicate our surroundings. “So, when are you going to leave?”

  He glanced around the restaurant and rubbed his hand over the glass handle of his beer. After he took a sip, he placed the glass down on the table. “As soon as we break this connection. Then we can go back to feeding as usual.” He fixed his gaze on me. “I’m not as devastatingly dashing when I’m hangry.”

  My lips quirked. “Who is?”

  Mission accomplished. Sort of. He’d agreed to leave town, but we still had the pesky bond to contend with. Who knew how long it would take to sever? And if it was even possible. That was the next task on my agenda. I mentally added it to a to-do list—unchain self from demon lover.

  The question was how.

  “I don’t think we should have sex again. It won’t help us break the bond.”

  He eyed me with a slow appraisal. “Fine.”

  I narrowed my gaze, doubting his sincerity. “You’re not going to try to convince me?”

  He grunted. “Why bother to argue with you about it?” He lowered his voice to a simmering whisper. “If you don’t want to fuck again, we won’t fuck.”

  I forced myself to ignore how my body tingled when he said fuck. “Right.” I nodded and swallowed a flicker of disappointment. “We have to fight the urge if it happens again.”

  “Okay.”

  “We should feed from others. That might break it.”