Dusk Avenger (Flirting with Monsters #3) - Eva Chase Page 0,102
from the devourer. As he closed his eyes, his clothes blinked away, giving me an instant view of his transformation.
The golden sheen glowed from his skin. His horns curled farther out of his hair. And down below, his already rigid cock curved upward at that angle I knew could send me soaring in a matter of seconds, his pubic bone jutting just far enough to stimulate my clit as well.
In every sense, he was made for fucking—and making a fucking miracle out of that intimate act.
When his eyes caught mine again, they gleamed as gold as the rest of him. He captured my mouth with an even headier kiss, and his hands skimmed up my thighs.
Never had I been so glad to be wearing a skirt. I’d chosen it for the Company boss’s benefit, figuring a feminine look would work in my favor, but it was definitely benefiting me right now. Ruse yanked the fabric up to my hips in one smooth gesture and divested me of my panties with another. Then his glorious erection was pressing right up against my sex.
I managed to keep my senses enough to remember the caution that had come over me with Snap—and just how much I did not want to add a baby to this mix any time soon. “Condom,” I gasped out, groping for my purse, expecting Ruse to laugh.
But no doubt the incubus had gotten the same request from an awful lot of his conquests in recent decades. He delved inside my purse to produce one as if it’d never have occurred to him not to.
The second he drove into me, as if his cock were meant to be nowhere else, all thought of the ridiculousness of safe sex with an incubus flew out of my mind with the rush of bliss. I matched Ruse’s thrusts, the dresser rattling beneath me. His glow seeped through every pore in my body. Everywhere it touched, more desire flared.
The head of his cock pulsed against the sweet spot inside me. He hit it again and again, grazing my clit at the same time, his mouth on my lips and then my neck and then my shoulder, his hands seemingly everywhere. I wrapped one arm around him for balance and let the other tease up into his hair to grasp one of his horns.
Ruse groaned and plunged into me even harder. Pleasure crackled through me, whiting out my vision. I came, gasping and moaning and deeply glad that his incubus sound-proofing magic would keep my cries of ecstasy from alerting the entire Everymobile to what we’d gotten up to.
“I love you,” I mumbled again, wanting to say it unprompted, and those three words tipped Ruse over the edge after me. He came with a heave of his hips and a guttural sound that rang through me with a burst of afterglow.
I clung to him as his rhythm slowed and his body came to rest against me, soaking in every bit of that glow that I could.
I might have lost one of my lovers, but I still had the three who’d dedicated themselves to me from the very beginning. Yeah, okay, you could call them monsters, but they’d looked out for me and stood by me more than any human in my life had ever managed to. They’d accepted both my mortality and my own monstrousness without hesitation.
If they believed in me, who the hell would I be not to?
28
Sorsha
I approached the Big Bad Boss the same way our charmed guard had said delivery people did—and you might say I was delivering something to his doorstep. Chaos? Hocus pocus? Retribution? A little of all three, really.
Of course, I’d imagine his typical deliveries didn’t arrive at five in the morning, but that might have worked in my favor. When I brandished the courier envelope I’d slapped several Priority stickers on for emphasis, the lobby security dude gave me a slightly glazed look before waving me on to the elevators. Then it was simply a matter of punching the button for the top floor the main elevator let out onto.
As the elevator car hurtled upward, I stuffed the empty envelope into my purse and palmed the ring Snap had procured—round setting, 1-carat diamond, white gold. With something that simple, I could hope the big boss’s own memory wouldn’t be so exact as to notice any tiny differences. Sweet summer sandwiches, let him not have gotten the original one engraved.