How to Kill an Incubus: A Rae Erickson Story (13 page)

“Andrei’s,” the demon rasped into my ear, its entire body keeping me down on the grass.

I squirmed, horrified by the close contact, as well as by the demon’s insinuation that I was Andrei’s. At least, that was what I thought he meant. For all I knew, the demon could’ve been saying that it belonged to Andrei, and that it had been sent by him to teach me a lesson.

Thinking these worrying thoughts distracted me that I nearly didn’t hear the creepy chanting starting up above me. It took me exactly three seconds to realize that it was Daniel’s voice, uttering words that remarkably sounded like Latin.

His voice was deep and clear as he repeated, “
Vade retro satana… Vade retro satana… Vade retro satana…
”

I recognized the old Catholic exorcism chant. And for a second there, I couldn’t understand why Daniel would even have the power to successfully get rid of a demon. Meanwhile, the demon writhed on top of me and I spotted a glint of silver in Daniel’s hand, an amulet of some sort that looked all too familiar in my quickly sobering state.

“Just get the fuck off her!” Daniel snarled.

And slowly, I felt the heavy weight lifting.

“
Vade retro satana
, you piece of godforsaken shit!” Daniel said as he picked the demon up and threw him off to the side like yesterday’s rubbish.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I felt hot tears spill down my cheeks as I quietly sobbed, every part of my body screeching with pain. I opened them again when Daniel’s arms came around me, helping me sit up.

“You’re… you’re a hunter,” I whispered, unable to muster any astonishment in my voice.

He cupped my face with his two hands, examining me with concerned eyes. “You okay?”

I reached out, gently pressing a fingertip to his split lip—the lip I’d sucked on just moments ago. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll live,” he replied gruffly, gracefully getting to his feet and extending a hand to not-so-gracefully haul my ass up. “Don’t you understand English? Didn’t I tell you to run?”

“I’m not good at following orders,” I countered, refusing to react when he wordlessly pulled the hem of my dress down. It had bunched up around my waist during my scuffle with the demon.

Then, Daniel’s fingers skimmed my thighs. But I stood my ground, his touch doing little to divert my attention from the discovery.

“You’re a hunter, Daniel.”

“I think we’ve established that, Rainelle,” he muttered, taking my hand again. “Can you make it home? I can carry you if…”

“Carry me?” My most sensitive parts were screaming an affirmative but my brain shook its head no. “I’ll live,” I said, repeating the words he’d shoved at me moments ago. “Just… tell me how you’re a hunter. This should be good.”

He looked at me, his eyes inquisitive. But he just said, “You need to sleep. We’ll talk later.”

Yawning, I mentally agreed. Something told me that I would need my strength for whatever Daniel would tell me… later.

I was in my bedroom in the Parishville house… but something didn’t seem right.

For starters, there were no walls, just an expanse of white that cocooned my bed and vanity table. Then there was the fact that, after glancing down at myself, I discovered I was wearing a baby doll I had lost in a hotel in Ibiza years ago. But that wasn’t nearly as bizarre as the sight of this giant of a man sitting at my vanity table—his back was to me but there was no reflection in the mirror.

“So tell me.” His voice quietly commanded my attention. “Why are you shutting me out?”

I swallowed, now knowing without a shadow of a doubt that this was a dream. “Hello, Andrei.”

He rose from the stool, the muscles on his back straining under his black T-shirt with the movement. I had forgotten what his body did to me—what it did to my insides. I hadn’t even seen his face yet. But when I finally did, my breath left me. Just like all the times before, I was entranced by the pale blueness of his eyes. It clashed so exquisitely with the inkiness of his long hair and the hardness of his face that it would have been impossible for me not to stare.

And stare, I did. Until he was standing right in front of me, his eyes burning holes in my skin.

“Why am I dreaming about you?” I whispered, tearing my eyes from his azure gaze.

“You were drinking tonight,” he intoned, reaching out to touch my collarbone.

It was an odd place to cop a feel, but I still found myself trembling because it felt so damn real.

“Stop that,” I told him, staying his hand with my own and shooting him a glare. A zing of electricity shot through my fingertips where we touched and I jumped, astonished. “What the hell?!”

“Kiss me, Rae,” Andrei said, his voice thick with want. He pulled his hand out of mine and brought it to the curve of my waist, his other hand following suit. “Kiss me like you want to fuck me.”

I made an odd noise in my throat and got on my tiptoes to do just that. Our bodies melded together when our lips met and my hands clutched at the cotton fabric of his shirt, pulling him even closer—lips parted, tongues dueled, and moisture pooled in my panties.

“Need… your… cock,” I groaned, popping the button of his jeans and dragging the zipper down. “Now.”

“Fuck, Rae,” Andrei said in a gravelly voice. His hands ran along the curve of my ass and lifted me, pressing my overly sensitized clit against the hard tip of his erection through the fabric of my panties.

I moaned loudly, reaching between us to hold on to it. He jerked in my hand when my thumb ran over the first beads of semen at the head.

“You want me,” I breathed into his mouth, nipping at his lower lip.

“You know I do,” he growled, countering my bite with one of his own.

“Just fuck me, Andrei. I’m so ready.”

“Yes?” Then his fingers sought my panties and I allowed them inside, parting my thighs so he’d have easier access to my swollen clit. “Ready for my cock?” He rubbed the tight bundle of nerves, sending heat to every inch of my body. “Ready to come?”

“Yes!” I whimpered, wanting to come so badly I was blinded by it. “Don’t make me beg.”

“But I like it when you beg,” he said quietly, withdrawing his fingers and turning me around so that my back was against his front. “What did you tell me the last time I saw you? Jack off?”

This was all wrong. If I was controlling my dream, wasn’t he supposed to be inside me by now? This level of sexual frustration was way too high. Why would I torture myself in my dreams? After all, I wasn’t that masochistic.

“You deserved that,” I whispered, biting my lower lip when his fingers traced the underside of one aching breast. “So… did you?”

“Did I what?” His fingers were dancing around my breasts, but nowhere near my nipples. It was agony.

“Touch yourself.”

He let out a laugh, the sound vibrating against my back. “I don’t engage in mundane activities like masturbation.”

I whirled around and pulled away from him. “Well, since this is my dream, you’re going to engage in a little mundane activity, Your Highness.” I shrugged off the thin straps of my baby doll and let the sheer material skim down my hips and onto the floor.

Andrei let out an audible gasp, his eyes so dark they were like hot coals. “Rae,” he bit out. “Dammit, come here.”

“Touch yourself,” I told him, my eyes sliding to the erection poking out of his jeans. “Look at me and touch yourself.”

His brow creased. “A waste of my time when I could be inside you.”

“What the hell is wrong with my subconscious mind?” I complained. “You’re not supposed to argue.”

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “I’m not?”

“No,” I said, succumbing to my need and cupping my breasts in my hands.

They were a good pair, my C-cup girls. At this moment, they felt like heavy sacks of nerves. I put an index finger in my mouth. Then I took it out, brought it down, and experimentally rubbed it against one nipple, before pinching. Andrei let out a painful groan.

“Jack off for me, Andrei,” I murmured, tweaking both nipples now. “I want to see the king of all the big, bad incubi jerking off for me. Coming for me.”

“Fuck it,” Andrei grunted, gripping the shaft of his cock in one hand. “Look at what you’ve done to me.”

I looked.

Slowly, he moved his hand along his hard length, his grip so tight it looked like he was strangling it. I moaned, the sight so beautiful, so incredible I could’ve come right then and there. But where would the fun be in that?

Andrei’s palm captured the juices at the crown of his cock and massaged them into his thick, veined flesh. His eyes made love to my naked body while his hand made love to his cock and, without any further thought, I dipped two fingers into the heat of my needy opening.

“Oh, Andrei,” I exhaled, simultaneously rubbing my thumb against my pulsing clit. “You feel so… so good inside me.”

His strokes became frantic, his large frame visibly shuddering as he continued to pleasure himself with increasing ferocity. His smoldering gaze never wavered from mine and his desire was so liquid that I was practically bathed in it.

“Can you feel how wet I am for you?” I murmured, adding another finger to the party inside my pussy. “Can you feel how much I want you?”

“Witch.” Andrei’s voice was barely a croak. And before I knew it, he was right in front of me, lifting me up and settling me over his cock. My legs were tight around his waist as he walked us to my bed, leaning over me as he pushed himself even further into my tight channel.

“Yes,” I gasped, the feel of him withdrawing and plunging in again was so delicious I could have died on the spot. “Just like that! Just… like that.” I held onto his shoulder blades, my fingernails sinking into his skin through his shirt.

“Come for me, Rae,” Andrei commanded, lowering his mouth to one side of my neck and sucking thoroughly before moving to one hardened nipple.

I cried out, my hands in his hair. “Almost,” I choked out, meeting his every powerful, brutal thrust. “Almost… there…”  

Andrei’s thumb was on my clit in a flash, the sweet pressure bringing me to a climax before I could so much as blink. My insides clenched around Andrei’s length, bringing him to an orgasm with me.

His body tensed. “Fuck,” he barked, emptying himself inside me for longer than was humanly possible.

When it was over, his lips brushed against my lips. “So perfect.”

I looked into his eyes, wordlessly seconding that. It had felt so real, so real and so incredible.

“Rainelle! Rainelle, dammit!” Someone slapped me. Hard.

My eyes flew open and pain heated my right cheek. “What the hell?” Even to my own ears, my voice sounded hoarse from screaming.

I groggily sat up, rubbing my eyes with the heels of my hands.

Daniel cleared his throat. “You were having a nightmare. Or something.”

I looked up, wincing. Daniel was hovering over my bed. In a white V-necked T-shirt and slate grey board shorts. He didn’t look like he’d been attacked by a demon last night—save for the purpling bruise on his temple and a slightly swollen lower lip. I, on the other hand, was sore all over. Even my fingers hurt.

“A nightmare,” I whispered, blushing. “Yeah. That’s what it was.” I paused, rubbing my cheek and scowling at him. “You didn’t have to hit me.”

Daniel looked sheepish. “Sorry about that. I, uh, made breakfast.”

“You broke into my house?”

“No, I had a key made.”

Now I was fully awake. “What?”

“This was a long time ago, Rainelle,” Daniel said flippantly, not meeting my eye. “How else was I supposed to get Paisley in to put up the wards?”

“Paisley? Wards? What the hell are you talking about?” I kicked the covers off as I said this, getting to my feet and instantly regretting it. My entire body cried out in protest. “Well, I’m never drinking again.”

“People like us should never drink. Shit, are you gonna put any clothes on?”

I looked down at myself, mortified. Sure enough, I was as naked as a newborn. Without faltering, I grabbed my nightgown and robe off the floor and shrugged them on, fastening the belt around my waist before turning to face Daniel.