Well… I was going to go away with my local writer’s group for a weekend away starting today. As you know, life likes to send detours. I’m at home with my youngest son, Drew. You may remember him as the one who’s frequently attempting to be voted off the island. For two days he’s had a sore throat. Yesterday, he had the migraine from hell. Last night he started spiking temps up to 103. Today started the awful cough. I knew I’d be taking him to the doctor — asap. The clincher however, if I’d had any doubt, came in the middle of the night. He’d climbed into my bed earlier. At three, he woke me in a panic. He’d had a nightmare. “I was floating by the ceiling and kept hitting my head on it. It was really scary and I could see you laying on the bed…” Okay. Way to freak out the mom. More calmly than I felt, I suggested that maybe we should get some more meds in him and take his temp again…
Noah had stymied it for weeks through internet encounters with Ms. Valentine Jones. Night after night, he brought her to orgasm. Even at a distance, the beast could feed on her sexual energy. There’d been plenty between them.
Now she’d been pushed too far.
In his mind’s eye, he still saw her. She was staring at her computer, her adorable bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Her dark brown hair was in its usual wild array around her shoulders. Still watching her, in his head, he saw her turn away. Despite her earlier refusal, she pulled her shirt over her head revealing a lacy white bra that barely hid her dark nipples. He wanted to taste them on his tongue. He did— not the beast within him.
He took a rasping breath as her hand slid down her belly and into her sweats. Noah, She mouthed. Oh God, he wished this was a fantasy, but he knew all too well the pictures and scents filling him were true.
“Your need will kill.” That more than anything twisted like a knife in his gut. If only it was a real knife and this could be over.
Standing, he glanced down at his body and the large erection jutting from his groin. He had to go to her. He had no choice. She was chosen by the beast.
Angrily, he jabbed a hand through his long black hair. He’d been stupid to think this would work. The beast needed to draw energy and only Valentine’s would do. It would take and take until it depleted her life force, and since Noah was invisible to the human eye, she’d never know what had attacked her.
She’d die at his cock and there was nothing to be done for it.
He was an incubus.
That’s how these things worked.
Closing his eyes, he felt his being evaporate. A moment later, he stood in Val’s living room staring at her bedroom door. He could feel her. Her sexual energy.
Taking a deep breath, he drew the wafting strand inside him and stepped forward.
He might have frightened her, but she’d been turned on by his demands.
His arousal throbbed at his name on her lips. He gripped the doorframe to keep from running to her. The sight of her nearly undid him. Val lay on the bed, her head thrown back,knees raised and spread. Her fingers skated across bared flesh, teasing her glistening folds, parting them as she worked her clit.
He had to taste her.
He took another step forward. Val’s full breasts were firm, their beautiful, tan nipples crinkled into tight peaks. A pale flush stained her throat and shoulders. He shuddered as he fought the beast’s need to fall on her like a ravening…beast.
Hell! Spikes of fiery need pierced his groin, further twisting his insides. Only the pleasure of her body would ease the merciless pain.