His To Use: Seduced By The Incubus

Two Month Claim

SELVIK

I watched her eyes widen, that shock flooding her face like she finally realized I wasn’t playing.

“So that’s the reason why you keep punishing me?” she whispered in a cracking voice.

I leaned closer, my lips brushing her ear. “Don’t look shocked, Zyrella. Dark heart, black soul… that’s what I am. You called me a monster, and I’m only proving you right.”

She flinched, her mouth twisting. But she didn’t back away.

“You told me you accepted my offer, Zyrella. You said it with your lips, but your heart...” I let my hand curl around her jaw, tilting her face up to me, “...your heart still fights me. You pretend you can resist, but you already know what I want.”

Her breath hitched, and I smiled slowly, and dangerously.

“I don’t want forever. I don’t want love. What I need… is your body. Two months, that’s all I ask. Two months of your lips, your heat, your tight little pùssy trembling under mine. Two months of your pùssy clenching on my cọ́ck like it was made for me.”

She gasped, shoving my chest, eyes burning. “Two months? What am I, your s*x calendar?”

I chuckled, “Exactly that. A calendar where every day, every night, every second belongs to me. Do you want me to spell it out? I’ll lick you raw, fùck you breathless, make you scream until your voice breaks. That’s my deal.”

Her face flamed, but her mouth... always her mouth, snapped back. “You’re insane. You’re a monster.”

I tilted my head. “Then stop acting surprised when the monster asks to feed.”

Her hand flew to her cheek, her fingers brushing the rough scab that scarred her face. The shame flickered there, just for a heartbeat.

“It is a deal,” I said coldly. “Give me what I want, and I’ll clear the scab. Or would you rather look hideous all your life?”

Her eyes shone furious. “You gave me this scar, you bástard!”

“Yes,” I said without flinching. “I gave it to you. A reminder of what you called me. Proof you weren’t wrong when you spat ‘monster’ at me. Black heart, dark soul. Now you wear the truth on your skin.”

She glared so hard it almost cut. “Fine,” she spat. “Two months. You can fùck me all you want. But after two months... I’m done. I’ll never let you touch me again.”

“Deal.” My grin widened.

Her chin lifted, proud even in surrender. “But first, you’ll clear this scar. I won’t let you keep me like this.”

“It’s already gone,” I murmured, snapping my fingers.

Her eyes widened, as her hand flying to her cheek again. Her skin was smooth, clean. The scab was gone as if it never existed.

Her breath stuttered, a mix of awe and terror.

“Selvik…”

I leaned close, my lips grazing hers, my words poison and honey both. “Don’t get too comfortable. If you dare break this deal, the scars will return. Not just on your face. Maybe on your body… maybe someplace you’ll regret more. Maybe on that pretty pùssy you think you can hide from me.”

Her mouth opened in shock, fury boiling. “You wouldn’t...”

I cut her off with a smile. “Two months, Zyrella. Give me your body, and you’ll learn exactly what I would.”

"I am going to send some of my workers to get some of your few clothes, because we are heading to Northern Wing. I've got an important meeting there to attend and I need you by my side all the time, Zyrella."

I stood straight now, no longer bending over her. My eyes held her for a second before I turned away. "I will leave you now, you probably need a shower, and you need to rest for tomorrow."

She lifted her chin, her mouth sharp as always. "I am just curious, who exactly are you? The things you do are mysterious, I don’t get it. At least I need to know who I am spending my two months on their bed with."

I knew this question was coming, I could see it boiling in her eyes since the first night I touched her in her dream. No normal man could do that. No man could drag her into his world, bend her body to his will, and leave her trembling the next morning. She knows I’m not normal. She feels it. Her curiosity is louder than her fear.

But some secrets are not meant for her ears.

I looked at her, she cannot know that I am an incubus, a shadow-born hunger, walking in flesh and blood. If she finds out, she will run... or she will break. Either way, it will destroy what I want. And I only want her body for two months. After that, we part. That’s the deal, nothing more... nothing less.

Her voice broke through my thoughts again. "Who really are you, Selvik Voss?"

I smiled at her then, slowly and dangerously. She thinks she can dig into me. She thinks I will unfold myself for her loud mouth.

I turned to the door, walked with steady steps, then paused and faced her. Her hair was messy, her lips swollen from biting them, her body still buzzing from what we shared. She looked like temptation itself and yet she didn’t know she was in bed with a devil.

"Don’t allow your curiosity eat you, doll," I said, my voice calm, cutting into the silence. "Just carry out our deal, and everything will be fine. Remember, it is your curiosity that brought us together in the first place... your sharp mouth."

She bent her head down, hiding her face from me. For the first time her fire dimmed, but I could still feel it, burning under her skin. Zyrella is not the kind of woman to bow forever. She will fight, she will scratch, she will demand. And maybe that’s why she hooked me in the first place.

I reached for the door handle, pulling it open. I didn’t glance back this time, though every part of me wanted to.

"Goodnight," I said, my tone final.

The room went quiet, except for her breathing. I stepped halfway out when her voice came again, but lower, almost like she was talking to herself.

"Well, I hope I don’t see you back in my dreams."

The corner of my lips curved, a smirk pulling at me as I closed the door behind me. If only she knew... dreams are mine, just like her body will be for these two months.

I went straight to my bedroom, took a bath, and wore a night wear. I sat on my bed and stare into the big gothic mirror in front of me. The candle light in the room made it even more haunting. My reflection was not what humans see. It was my real state, my incubus self.

The sharp jaw, the glowing eyes, the faint curve of horns pressing from my skull. I smirked, seeing how gorgeous I look. My creature face was perfection, pure sin carved into flesh. Too bad I can’t showcase this in the human world. If I did, they would all kneel, not out of respect but fear. Humans were not ready to see what I really am.

My stomach grumbled and broke my thought. Hunger. But not the usual kind. It wasn’t lust clawing at me this time, it was actual hunger. Maybe my body needed human food tonight. I sighed, stood up and left the room. The hallway was quiet, the only sound was the echo of my footsteps against the floor.

When I got to the dining area, I stopped. Zyrella was there.

She sat at the long wooden table, devouring a plate of roasted chicken with mashed potatoes and red wine by her side. She was eating like someone who hadn’t tasted food in years. Her lips shiny with grease, her fingers messy, her whole attention buried into the food in front of her.

She froze mid bite when she noticed me standing at the door. Her eyes went wide like a child caught stealing sweets.

I chuckled, leaning against the door frame. “Eating like a starved doll,” I said. My voice teasing.

She dropped the fork instantly, her posture stiff. “I–I was hungry,” she muttered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

I walked closer, my eyes roaming her. I sat at the other end of the table, not touching anything, just watching her.

I poured myself a glass of wine, swirling it in the glass. My eyes never left her. “Do you always eat like this when no one is watching?”

She glared at me. “Do you always stalk people in the night?”

I chuckled again, the sound echoing in the dining hall. “Touché.”

I lifted the glass to my lips, but before I could drink, something inside me shifted. A sharp twitch stabbed my chest. I froze, the smirk falling off my lips. My hand gripped the edge of the table hard, the wine glass slipping from my fingers and rolling across the wood.

Zyrella looked up instantly, her fork clattering onto her plate. “Selvik?” Her voice carried a strange mix of concern and fear.

I tried to brush it off, tried to stand tall, but the twitch grew sharper. My chest tightened, like invisible claws were ripping through my ribs.

I staggered back a step, one hand clutching my chest, the other reaching for the wall to steady myself. My vision blurred. The room spun. My eyes began to burn, the reflection of my true self threatening to break through.

“No…” I hissed under my breath, fighting it. Not here... Not in front of her.

But the pain didn’t stop. It worsened. My knees hit the ground. The wine glass shattered somewhere far away, the sound faint compared to the roar in my head.

Zyrella’s chair scraped back, she rushed toward me, her hands hovering uncertainly like she didn’t know if she should touch me or not.

My last sight before darkness swallowed me was her face, wide with shock, her lips parting like she was about to scream my name.

And then... everything went black, and I collapsed flat on the floor.