Nocturnal Obsession (6 page)

“Don’t say that! You don’t love me! If you loved me, you wouldn’t have betrayed me, Ian.”

“Look, Desi, I made a mistake and I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. You’re just so beautiful and I had to have you. I wanted you so badly and visiting your dreams was the only way. I was afraid that you’d realize I was an incubus, and then you’d never give me a chance. I’m not a bad person. I needed to prove to you that you could trust me.”

“You picked a really screwed up way of doing it, Ian,” Desi replied angrily. “And being a good person has no bearing on this situation, either. You’re a demon!”

“And you’re a witch!” Ian gruffly retorted, moving closer, his anger propelling him forward.

“What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

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“A few hundred years ago they were rounding up your kind, tossing you in lakes and burning you in bonfires. Sure, a handful of witches were really nasty, but they gave the entire population a bad name. It’s the same thing with us,” Ian explained. “People fear what they don’t understand.”

“Don’t you dare compare my family to your…brood or whatever! We’re nothing alike. You’re a bunch of leeches—”

“I am not a leech!” Ian bellowed. He exhaled roughly and lowered his voice. “Yes, I feed off the psychic energy of my lovers, but I also give them immense pleasure in return. It’s a fair trade, Desi.”

Shaking her head, Desi covered her face with her hands. When she looked up tears shimmered in her green eyes and Ian’s stomach clenched as he understood the emotional grief she was enduring.

“Why me, Ian?” she asked, sobbing softly. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because you’re the only one for me,” Ian confessed, his voice impaired by the lump blocking his throat. “In centuries of searching, you’re the first who’s ever matched me. You’ve been able to withstand my feedings. You’re invigorated by them. I can be with you without the fear of killing you.” He took a careful step toward her and met her tearful gaze. “You’re my only chance, Desi.”

“Only chance? For what?”

“A normal life.”

“Normal life?” Her forehead wrinkled as her shoulders hunched questioningly.

“What does that mean, Ian?”

“It means that I can be freed from this uncontrollable urge to feed. I can have a wife, a family, kids, the suburban American dream. I want to share all of that with you—if you’ll have me, of course,” he added gently.

“Ian, you’re asking for forever and I’m…I’m not ready for that,” Desi admitted, dashing his hopes. Guilt-ridden, she chewed her lower lip. “Maybe someday I might be 39

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able to give you forever, but not now. We barely know one another. There’s no rush, Ian.”

“Funny thing,” Ian bitterly laughed. “There is a rush.”

“How so?” Desi asked nervously.

“I was summoned into existence by a conjurer. The only way for me to be set free from his curse is for you to have sex with me, free of malice or duress, and then tell me you love me—all during a full moon’s Void of Course. And I don’t think just telling me you love me would work. I think we’re going to have to make love again first. I’m pretty sure lying to you about my true identity was against the rules. You know, that whole ‘without malice or duress’ bit.” He anxiously checked his watch. “But we have to hurry. This is the last intersection of a Void and full moon for the next seventy years, and the window is closing in about half an hour so you need to make a decision and—”

He abruptly stopped talking as peals of laughter met his ears. Nose toward the sky, Desi giggled madly.

“What?” Ian asked, clearly annoyed. “What’s so goddamn funny?”

“You are,” Desi laughed, hugging her sides as she drew near him.

“I’m glad you find my pain and suffering so hilarious,” Ian sarcastically snapped.

“Calm down,” Desi giggled, patting his bare arm. “Who told you that full moons and Voids of Course intersected only once every seventy years?”

“My astrologer,” Ian replied defensively.

“I hope you didn’t pay much for the services,” Desi said, still smiling. “These intersections happen quite a bit. There have been two already this year. There’s no rush, Ian.”

Humiliation reddened Ian’s cheeks and he cast his eyes downward. That was the last time he’d use an online astrologer! “You must think I’m a bloody fool.”

“No.” Desi reached out and touched his stubbled chin. “I don’t think you’re a fool, but it’s pretty clear that you’re not very thorough.”

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“I was pretty thorough in chasing you around all evening. I can’t believe I put us both through this for nothing!”

“Not for nothing,” Desi disagreed. Her lips parted and closed quickly. She searched for the right words. “Ian, I like you—a lot, actually. I’m flattered by the attention, and obviously the sex is fabulous, but I just…I don’t love you, yet.”

“Yet?” Ian’s eyebrows arched. “Does that mean you might eventually?”

“There’s no ‘might’ to it, Ian. I’m positive that I’m going to fall in love with you. It’s just a matter of time.”

“Then let’s do this now! We’ll make love. You can tell me you love me.” He placed his fingers against Desi’s lips as she began to protest. “It doesn’t matter that you don’t love me right now. You said it yourself. You will one day.”

Desi laughed and shook her head. “You’re really incorrigible, you know that?

Patience is a virtue, Ian. It’s time to practice that. Besides,” she shrugged lightly, “you need to prove yourself to me. I need to know that I can really trust you. I need to know that you’re truly committed to me, that you’re not going to be tempted to run off and feed on some unsuspecting woman the first time we have a fight. You need to show me that you’re serious about us.”

“I can do that,” Ian vehemently promised. “I can be a one-woman incubus,
your
incubus.”

“Good.” Desi smiled encouragingly and intertwined her fingers with his. Her lavender scent filled the air as they embraced, her cheek pressed against his bare chest.

As they shared a steamy kiss, Ian’s hands followed the natural curve of her back before settling on the fleshy mounds hidden beneath a fine layer of yellow linen. Giggling, Desi broke free from the kiss. “You know, Ian, relationships are about substance. It can’t always be about the sex.”

“You’re right,” Ian agreed, grinning slyly. “What about a ninety-ten split? I think I can control myself ten percent of the time.”

“You’re hopeless.”

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Ian didn’t argue. He planted a long, loving kiss on her mouth, enjoying the softness of her form molded against his. He could stay like this forever, holding her, loving her…

Except that he couldn’t. Not if he didn’t want to be dust at sunrise.

“Desi,” Ian said between kisses.

“Yes?”

“Do you think you could maybe undo the binding on the laundry room back at the frat house? I’d like to continue this, but I’ve got to hop back into my body before sunrise. Otherwise, it’s going to be poof! No more Ian.”

Desi closed her eyes for a moment and Ian felt the electric vibrations her body radiated. “It’s done,” she said, opening her eyes.

“Thank you,” Ian said, kissing her again. “I’ll be right back…”

* * * * *

Desi stumbled forward slightly as Ian disappeared in the middle of their kiss. She felt a strange tug behind her navel and then she was tumbling out of her dream. Her eyelids flittered open and she saw only the light blue walls of her bedroom. Pale orange early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, and she was seized by panic at the thought of Ian not making it back to his body in time.

Before she could sit up, a toned, bronze arm landed across her waist. She glanced over her shoulder and there he was, affectionately spooning her. Smiling happily, Desi snuggled her buttocks against his pelvis, wiggling her hips as she settled under the covers. She felt the first stirrings of an erection and reached between them to play with his morning wood.

“If you don’t stop that I’m going to have to start chiseling away at my ninety-percent quota,” Ian sleepily said, his lips brushing her ear.

Desi smiled wickedly and continued stroking the length of his shaft, encouraging it to spring to life. Behind her, Ian growled.

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“I warned you.”

The next second, she was on her back and her squeals of delight filled the room.

Desi ran her fingertips along Ian’s ribs and abdomen as he lay over her. He was solid beneath her touch. As Ian kissed her, Desi’s hand drifted lower. She glued her gaze to his and used her fingers to encircle the tip of his penis before moving her hand down the shaft, deliberately slowly. He was as hard as steel and seared her palm as she deftly stroked the length of his cock. Her tongue stole out to lick his lower lip.

“Let me ride you,” Desi huskily requested.

“Absolutely,” Ian agreed as he grinned sexily. Wrapping his arms around Desi’s waist, he flipped them over so that Desi was straddling his knees and he was reclining against the pillows with his magnificent cock standing at attention.

Desi moaned, overcome with the need to ravish him. Smirking impishly, she lifted her right knee and almost instantly, Ian groaned at the feeling of her wet labia smashed against his thighs. She rose up on his lap and with her nimble fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, Desi lowered herself onto him at a torturously leisurely pace.

“Ah…” Desi moaned as her scorching flesh swallowed him inch by inch.

Gritting his teeth, Ian fought to maintain control over his body. He was in the most enviable position a man could possibly occupy. There was a gorgeous woman astride his lap and as her hips swayed back and forth, her bountiful breasts danced only inches from his face. Ian grasped Desi’s hips, guiding her belly dancer movements and reveling in the sight of her body in motion.

Bracing herself with a hand on Ian’s abdomen, Desi ground her enflamed clitoris against his pubic bone, sentient of her body’s needs. Feeling the telltale tightening in her lower belly, Desi hastened her rocking, alternating her up and down strokes with circles. Ian’s hands moved north, squeezing the full globes of her breasts as she rode him with greater fervor.

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Realizing that she was being a bit selfish, Desi decided to include Ian in her journey to orgasm and grabbed his hand. Still bouncing on his rigid cock, Desi captured his gaze and brought the fingers to her mouth, running her tongue across them.

“Desi!” Ian growled at the sight of the erotic gesture. His thighs tensed as he battled the sudden surge of excitement.

With a naughty grin, Desi guided his hand down to her clit and, as she leaned back, placed her palms on his thighs to give him better access. Taking the hint, Ian placed his thumb against the hardened nub and rubbed side to side. He could feel her pussy clenching his cock as she approached the precipice of orgasm, and her fingers bit into his hamstrings as she climaxed, throwing her head back and screaming with ecstasy.

She was still shaking from the power of orgasm when Ian clutched her waist and spun her around, desire burning low and hard in him. All he could think about was ravaging her. Addicted to the submissive nature of being claimed from behind, Desi eagerly spread her legs and rested her elbows on the mattress as Ian moved behind her.

His cock nudged the dusky pink slit, and without a thought for finesse, he sank into her, burying his penis to the hilt.

Jarring with the force of their primal mating, Desi fisted the sheets as she grunted with need. Her pussy was still throbbing from release and within moments, she was once again on the verge of climax. The squeak of the bed paired with the sounds of Ian’s cock slamming into her reduced Desi to a quivering mass, and she pleaded for salvation from the torment.

“I want to feel you come again,” Ian pleaded. He knew exactly what she needed and reached around to her front, sliding his hand between her legs. It took only a few flicks of his fingertips and she was jolting with ferocity, howling into the comforter. The sound of Desi’s enraptured wailing catapulted Ian over the brink, and he roared as he came, jerking five times as his seed spilled into her.

Suddenly, torrents of blazing purple energy exploded from their bodies as they consummated their relationship. The walls shook, windows rattled in their frames and 44

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pictures flew off the walls as the radiating waves of energy pulsed through the room.

Lamps jiggled across tabletops and the TV balanced precariously on its stand. As ceiling dust trickled down, they collapsed onto the comforter in a tangle of sweaty, trembling limbs, with Desi’s hair sticking to Ian’s damp forehead and cheeks.

“What just happened?” Desi asked incredulously.

“The conjurer’s spell, I think,” Ian panted, his cock still nestled in the warm cushion of her sex. He peered at the alarm clock now dangling off the edge of a bedside table.

Technically, the Void of Course had ended almost nineteen minutes ago, but somehow, for whatever reason, their mating had triggered the conjurer’s clause.

Desi glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyebrows furrowed in question. “Does that mean that we’re, you know, bound?”

“I honestly don’t know,” Ian musingly admitted before he started to pull away from her. Desi moaned and her buttocks tensed as he withdrew. He snuggled up to her back, curling his knees beneath her buttocks and winding his arm about her waist. He planted a noisy kiss on her shoulder blade before pensively asking, “Does it matter, Desi?”

She hardly considered his question before the answer was on her tongue. “No. No it doesn’t.”

“Does that mean that you love me?” he tentatively asked.

“I think it does,” she said. “Yes. Yes it does.” She turned her head until their lips met in a short, sweet kiss. “I love you, Ian. I really do.”

“I love you, Desi.”

Blissfully happy, Desi grinned and burrowed against Ian’s warmth. Last night definitely hadn’t disappointed as far as usual Halloween wackiness was concerned—