Page 62 of The Bonds of Indigo

I catch his hands as they slip toward my shoulders and pin them smoothly above his head. A deep crimson flush splashes across his cheeks as I settle myself over his hips, holding him firmly in place.

“You interrupted my discussion.”

Shrugging my shoulders, I move his wrists to one hand and start exploring. I twirl a piece of dark black hair around my index finger before trailing down his face. “I love it when you get all flustered.” He attempts to lift his hips to buck me off, but all he does is give me, and himself, friction. “Oh, Lucifer, you haven’t even kissed me or said hello yet.”

“I-I didn’t even know you showed up, or…” He cuts himself off. It’s adorable watching him fight this. Watching him try to keep control when he never truly had any to begin with.

I live for the chase. Truly. Because when I’m obsessed, there’s absolutely no stopping me from getting what I want.

And what I want is this Incubus. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything more than him, and I’m confident enough in myself to admit that.

“Or…?” My exploration gets to his chest where I pinch his nipple, that instantly hardens.

He bites his bottom lip, and those double fangs that he loves to use to bite, press into the flesh I’m ready to have wrapped around my cock.

“Or I would’ve said hi.”

“And given me a kiss, right?” I lean forward, which subsequently lifts my hips and separates our cocks. “I know how much you love to kiss me.”

“Ugh, fucking Beyond. You are so full of yourself.”

Our noses brush and I grin. “You love to say that when truly, it is you that’s more full of me these days.”

The moment he’s about to run those tantalizing lips of his, I move my hand down to his cocks that are pressed desperately against his jeans. He gasps, wiggles, and widens his gaze right up at me.

“Tell me, little deviant, that you love to kiss me. Then I’m going to fuck you before you tell me all about your conversation with your Vigoro.”

While I love fucking him, I’ve come to enjoy his company as well. It’s more than physical with Lucifer, but I understand what he needs. Approval, praise, and to be needed. I’m more than happy to give them all to him, if he will allow for it.

“Hmm?”

I think I’ve put him into shock, but before I can say anything further, he whispers, “I… like kissing you, and I want it…”

Letting out a low chuckle, I move closer. “That’s a good boy. I do love giving you what you want.”

My tent shakes violently, ripping me out of my daydream far too soon. The vision evaporates, and I swallow hard as I push myself up into a seated position. Through the thin fabric, I catch the frantic scrambling of Atlas’s feet just outside.

“Shit,” he grumbles, trying to lean against the flimsy dome.

It caves inward, and I groan before shuffling out. I tighten the drawstring on my sweats after tucking in my white shirt. When I step into the cool night air, I find Atlas staring at me with wide eyes and an apology written clear across his face.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Kayn.”

I look around, greeted by the night, and a fire that is completely burned out. Probably couldn’t see where he was going.

“Going to take a piss?” I ask gruffly.

“No,” he says quickly. “I heard shuffling, and when I peeked out, I saw Amarah walking off.”

That has my brows pinching.

We’ve been at this camping spot for two nights now. It’s not ideal, but we all needed a break after being crammed in the truck for nearly four days straight. Especially since the little Witch is not exactly the best conversationalist.

I jerk my head toward his tent. “I’ll go check on her. She’s probably taking a bathroom break.”

“It’s been half an hour. I waited, because that was my thought.”

An irrational fear tears right through my chest. She isn’t back yet?