Freaky After Dark : Paranormal Erotica Collections

Four

CHAPTER FOUR

Scar's POV

"Let go of me," I said, trying to pull away from his grip.

"I can't." His silver eyes locked onto mine. "Your drunk friend just bound us together."

"That's not possible, Lisa doesn't even know real magic."

"She threw chaos herbs into an unstable summoning. That's exactly how you create a life force tether." He finally released my wrist. "We're stuck together now and we can't be more than a hundred feet apart. I can only feed from you and if I don't feed soon, we both suffer."

My stomach dropped. "What does feed mean?"

His mouth curved into a dark smile. "I'm an incubus, sweetheart. What do you think it means?"

Heat flooded through me. "Absolutely not. There has to be another way to break this."

"Test the bond first, try to leave."

I grabbed my purse and headed for the door but I barely made it to my car before the pain hit like someone was crushing my chest. I couldn't breathe and I could hear him cursing from inside the house.

I stumbled back inside and the pain vanished.

"Believe me now?" he asked, leaning against the wall.

"Lisa!" I shook my best friend awake. "How do we undo this?"

She grabbed the spell book with shaking hands, flipped through pages, then looked up at me with pure horror. "I don't know. There's no reversal spell."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I was drunk and trying to help! I'm sorry!" She looked at the demon. "Maybe my mom knows someone—"

"Save it," he said. "What's done is done."

Lisa disappeared into her room with her phone, leaving us alone.My skin felt too hot, too wrong and too tight, every time I looked at him my thoughts went places they shouldn't, as if my brain wasn't connecting with my traitorous body, the air between us felt charged.

"How long do we have?" I asked carefully.

"A few hours or maybe less. You're already feeling the pull." His gaze dropped to my mouth.

I honestly felt how my whole body was sensitive and needy in a way that had nothing to do with wanting this.

My phone buzzed,Jason's name lit up the screen.

"Babe, where are you? I'm at the party waiting." I stared at the message, a few hours ago this would have made me blush, but now all I felt was anger and emptiness, a large aching void that can probably be fixed with the d**k of the demon.. sorry, man in the room.

"That's him?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"I could kill him for you."

I looked up. He was smiling dangerously and predatoryly, my neck itched.

"I thought you don't do suffering."

"I could make an exception." He moved closer and I froze. "Or I could give you something better than revenge. Let me feed, and I'll make sure he sees exactly what he lost."

"That's not—"

"Fair? Neither is this bond." His hand came up to cup my jaw and electricity shot through me.

"But we're stuck with each other, we might as well make it count."

The heat under my skin was getting unbearable, I could feel his hunger like it was my own while my phone buzzed again with another text from Jason and something inside me snapped.

"Fine," I said. "But this doesn't mean anything."

His smile widened. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart."

He slammed me against the wall so hard the breath left my lungs in a gasp. His mouth crushed mine, tongue forcing past my lips in a brutal, devouring kiss that tasted like sin and fire. I moaned into it, my hands fisting in his hair as heat exploded between us, making my p***y clench emptily.

He broke the kiss with a growl and ripped my shirt over my head, bra snapping free in his rough grip. Cool air hit my hardened n*****s, but his hands were there instantly palming my breasts hard, thumbs scraping over the stiff peaks until I arched and whimpered.

"Look at this dripping little cunt," he snarled, shoving a hand down my jeans without warning.

His fingers found me soaked, c**t swollen and throbbing. He pinched it between thumb and finger, rolling it roughly while his other hand yanked my jeans and panties down my thighs in one violent tug.

I stepped out of them on shaking legs. He spread my thighs wide with his knee, fingers plunging straight into my p***y, two at once, curling deep and hard against that spot that made my vision blur.

Wet sounds filled the room as he pumped them in and out, fast and merciless.

"f**k, you're tight," he said, voice rough. "This p***y's starving for it, your cunt is begging to be filled."

His tail slithered up my inner thigh, cool and smooth, wrapping tight around my leg to hold me open. The tip flicked over my c**t once, then again, vibrating slightly as it teased the sensitive nub in rhythm with his fingers f*****g into me.

I bucked against his hand, chasing more. "Please—"

He added a third finger, stretching me wide with a burn that turned to liquid fire in my body. His tail pressed harder against my c**t, circling it in tight, relentless loops while the tip dipped lower, tracing my entrance around his thrusting fingers.

"You're going to come all over my hand," he commanded, free hand grabbing my throat and squeezing just enough to make my head spin. "And when you do, I'm going to drink every drop of that sweet, filthy energy you're making for me."

The pressure built fast as if spurred by his words, my p***y clenching around his fingers in desperate pulses. His tail vibrated harder against my c**t, the tip now slipping inside alongside his fingers, adding extra ridges that dragged against my walls.

I shattered with a sob. "f**k—please—let me come!"

Waves crashed through me, hard and endless. My p***y gushed over his hand, soaking his wrist like I've never done before as I spasmed around him. He kept thrusting through it, rough and unyielding, drawing out every shudder until my legs buckled and tears streamed down my face.

Only then did he pull his fingers free. He licked them clean slowly, eyes locked on mine, before standing and shoving his pants down. His c**k sprang free, it was thick, ridged, veined and already leaking pre-c*m that glistened in the light.

"One thrust," he said, fisting himself hard. "That's all I need to feed. But this p***y's going to feel every inch of me owning it."

He lined up and slammed into the hilt in one brutal push. The stretch was painfully satisfying, his ridges dragging against every sensitive spot inside me and my p***y fluttered around him, still sensitive from the first orgasm.

Then I watched him feed.

Pleasure exploded through the bond, I watched his hunger, his satisfaction, his raw dominance all flooded into me and every tiny movement of his hips sent lightning through my veins. I came again almost instantly, clenching so hard around his c**k I screamed, my nails raking down his back as wave after wave milked him.

He groaned, thrusting deep once, twice, rough and claiming. I felt him swell, felt the hot flood of his release fill me to overflowing and I felt our orgasms merged through the bond.

I tasted his pleasure on my tongue, felt his pulse in my c**t, my body shaking as he pinned me there and claimed every drop. When it finally ebbed he stayed buried inside me, breathing hard against my neck.

"So," he said finally. "I'm Kade."

I laughed weakly. "Scar, Scarlet"

"I know." He kissed the spot under my ear. "The bond tells me things now, your full name and every delicious sensation you're feeling." His thumb traced my jaw. "That you're still angry at your boyfriend."

"Ex-boyfriend," I corrected.

"Good." He smiled against my skin. "Because you're mine now."

I looked at him. "Want to help me make him regret everything?"

"Sweetheart," he said, voice low, "that's exactly what I do best."