Page 13 of Zodiac Hybrids

A wicked smirk crossed his lips, displaying that fanged smile more clearly and viciously. I immediately thought of Marcus, and I found myself wondering if I hadn’t just been imagining that sharpness in his grin.

Marcus...

He said he’d meet me in the cafeteria. He must be on his way. He could save me.

Should I scream? Would he hear me?

… Was he any safer?

“I can’t do anything to you, Lila.” That growl became a purr. “Other than all the things you’ve already imagined in your head.” He placed a hand on my cheek, and drew a line of pain beneath my eye. “And my, aren’t you a dirty girl.”

My eyes widened as he dragged his claws down my jaw. He lofted the backs of his nails down the center of my neck until he reached the collar of my shirt. Continuing downward, he pressed gently down the center line of my body, then when he reached the waistband of my skirt, he ascended back to my neck. On his way up, he took the time and care to cut the threads holding each button on my blouse, removing my security one inch at a time.

“I-I’m not. I haven’t imagined anything like this. I haven’t—”

“You can’t lie about your fantasies to an Incubus, Darling.” The monster chuckled as my shirt fell open, revealing a smooth t-shirt bra and shapewear that reached my underbust. My whole body flushed as he gazed at me with such devilish interest. Interest that I was ashamed to admit I’d been day dreaming about for much too long.

Could he see into my mind? Had he known all of the things I’d been imagining with him? Was that why he’d cornered me? Made those subtle Virgo comments? No… if he was really an incubus, had he planted those thoughts in my mind in the first place?

That would make more sense. Any chance to disown my own silly fantasies, I latched onto.

“You’re an incubus.” I repeated for my own mental and emotional records. But incubus were demons that visited in dreams, weren’t they? Not something real. They were folklore.

Which meant I was dreaming. I had to be. I must have dozed off while I was doing my homework. I’d never experienced a dream this lucid and vivid and real, but with all the thoughts I’d been having lately, the only explanation was that this was just another dumb, sexually frustrated dream.

“Tell me, Lila, how many times have you imagined being taken just like this.” His claw cut the center of my bra, then he cut a line down the waist of my underwear, not stopping even as he severed the band of my skirt. “Pinned down, without having to ask. No stress, no commitment, no need to beg. Your body as an object of such desire, no man could hold themselves back from you.” He tore the material, exposing all of me to his vicious eyes. “How many times have you dreamed of being wanted, little Virgo.”

None of those statements were actually questions, and I doubt I could have convincingly denied any of them even if I’d wanted to.

He was right.

I wished he wasn’t right.

“Every night.” I admitted, turning my head to the side, and not wanting to look this man in the eye as I said it. I should have known this was a dream the second someone like Adrian Karras was interested in me. It all seemed so obvious now.

“Every night.” He repeated as he slid the shoulders of my blouse down my arms. “Every time you touched yourself, wishing it had been someone else.” I let him undress me, obediently bowing my back and wriggling out of my shirt to make it easier. “Every time you watched others enjoying love and companionship, thinking that would never be you.” He knocked away the cups of my severed bra that were resting atop my chest, then he rolled each of my nipples with this thumbs. I dug my teeth into my lip, as those small, barely there motions somehow rippled delicious electricity straight down to my core. The pressure of a light pinch was enough to have my clit throbbing, and I bucked my hips ever so slightly in a bid for more.

He held me in his eyes as he played with me, and I couldn’t find any will to struggle or fight him now.

“Let me give you that release, Lila.” He whispered, low, raspy, and filled with wanting. “Let me show you everything you deserve and everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

If those words were manipulative lies, then tonight, I was willingly naïve.

This is a dream. I told myself again. A dream. I could be naughty in my dreams. Even a man as gorgeous as Adrian Karras wanted me here. Why should I have to say no? To lose my virginity to a man like that, even if it was just a lucid fantasy… I wanted that.

I could have that.

If there were no consequences, and my imagination had created such an outlandish scenario, it would be rude to turn away from it all.

Adrian cradled each side of my body with his large palms, then he ran massaging pressure down my sides, savoring the now uninterrupted access to my bare skin. When he reached my hips, he sat back on his haunches and settled between my spread legs. He yanked me down the table, until my pelvis was against his, and that thick cock speared between my outer lips. From tip to base, his head was just beneath my naval, while his thick shaft spread me around it.

In slow strokes, he dragged his substantial length along my clit as he pulled back. He slickened himself on my arousal, then he drove forward again, creating an entirely new and equally divine sensation. With each shift forward and back, he took me higher, using the sweet, perfect friction of his most sensitive skin rubbing mine. He didn’t care about my rolls, my weight, my imperfections, or my nerdy hobbies. All he was fixated on was my eager movements, and the micro shifts of my hips as I reacted to his touch. His cock glistened with my body’s natural lubricant, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

I couldn’t help the moan as the ridge of his head caught against my clit, nor the hitch of my breath as he pushed forward again. Though he wasn’t inside me, fucking my pussy lips like this was taking me to places I’d never imagined when all I’d had were my own clumsy fingers.

I gasped sharply as he built the tension in my core with adept patience, driving forward exactly when I needed him to, then pulling back to assure the friction never eased long enough to lose my high. My eyes were in the back of my head, and I was clawing at the table, bowing my back towards him in a desperate bid for his body heat.

When I forced my eyes back to his, wanting him to see my expression as he made me explode, I saw his own face in a state of utter calm and pleasure. His eyes were half lidded, his breathing was heavy, and he was digging his claws into my hips with increasing desperation as he controlled every slide. That gaze was drinking me in with a lust that stopped my heart, like he needed me even more than I wanted him.