what I would have done with hundreds of pudding pots.
I headed downstairs past glaring guards posted around the place. I marched into the gym and the icy cool air conditioning rushed over me, making my senses sharpen. The taste of chocolate pudding still sat on my tongue and it reminded me of Rosalie again. Of when she’d brought me a pot down in isolation. A growl caught in my throat as I thought of her down there where I’d been. It made me angry. Kept me up at night. Made me beat in heads daily just to get some relief from the furious emotions racking my body. She was my own special brand of pudding made of my darkest fantasies and my cock’s personal temptation. She tasted like rainbows and the best fuck I was yet to have. She was sweet and pure and dark and wild. And I would make her sin for me so good that she’d never be able to forget me. Even when I was just some Incubus she’d screwed, I was still gonna be the best Incubus she ever screwed. Just as soon as I’d gotten a read on her desires.
I headed past another guard into the locker room, grabbing a pair of shorts in my size from the dispenser on the wall before stripping off and tossing my uniform into a locker. It didn’t actually lock, so it kind of defeated the purpose of its name. Which was the opposite of me and my name. Guess they couldn’t have inmates stashing shit up in here though. But there were far less conspicuous places for that in Darkmore anyway. If the guards thought they had us under control, they were living in a pretty illusion. And I was fine with that so long as I could continue quietly defying them, and loudly defying them too when the occasion called for it. With the burning heat of rage pounding through my limbs right now, I was starting to think it was time to send out invites to my up and coming defiance.
I pulled on the black gym shorts and pushed my feet back into my sneakers before heading out into the gym. My shoulder thumped against someone walking in and Roary Night growled at me as he waited for me to get out of his way.
“Move, Wilder,” he demanded.
“Or what, pussy cat?” I shoved past him and Officer Hastings glanced between us uncertainly, his hand going to his baton.
I painted on a wide smile for the kid and strode over to the boxing ring which was standing empty. I gloved up and climbed inside, hungry for a fight today to release the beast which was constantly roaring inside me since my wild girl had been taken away. I usually challenged people in the Magic Compound, but I fancied feeling flesh on flesh today. Real Fae contact. Because the last time I’d gotten any of that was too many months ago for my brain to comprehend.
Incubuses needed the touch of other Fae, especially sexual touches. I had to stand in bushes like a creeper out in the Order Yard and feed on the sexual energy of anyone getting down and dirty. The Wolf packs were good feeding grounds for that with their orgies. The Oscura Clan had been having one every time they went to the yard as they consoled themselves over the loss of their Alpha. And I swear I’d cry wanked along with them too a couple of times. But I’d made a vow to myself which I was keeping. Plenty of Fae had propositioned me since I’d returned to gen pop, but there was only one person I wanted to bury myself in. The pretty little Wolf who’d brought me pudding.
“Hey,” I called out to a guy working on his bicep curls. He looked over his shoulder with a frown, his eyes widening when he realised who’d spoken to him. “Come here and fight me.”
He parted his lips, then he shook his head, tossing his weight down and heading away at a purposeful pace. Chicken shit.
I propositioned a few more inmates and somehow managed to clear this whole section of the gym. I growled in annoyance and ached with frustration. Why does no one want to play with me?
Roary was the only one left down this end of the gym, deadlifting two hundred pounds. As he finished a set and mopped at his brow with a towel, I took in the rippling muscle on