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He chuckled, “You thought being with an incubus would mean only one orgasm? I am built for your pleasure, Lulu. Not only will I want to do this to you every night, all night. But, if you manage to take me and want me again and again? I will never fail to get hard for you.”

“Holy sh–”

“So, when I say I’m going to make you come hard enough to see stars,” Zaldi murmured over my back, “I mean it.”

Everything was building, pulling deep. My shoulders moved, my hips pressing back, feeling that pulsing drive of his fingers over my clit. I was so close, the need making me frantic as I mumbled my pleas for release into the ground under me. “So close, Z. Please. I just need.”

Zaldi pulled away for a moment, and I nearly cried at the loss. And then, he was back, something long, thick, solid pressing against the most intimate part of me. I cried out, Zaldi’s cock rubbing over my clit once, twice, three times as his claws found my hips once more.

“I thought I could do it, but fuck, I can’t not give you anything you ask for. I won’t put it in yet, but I want to feel you soak me, pretty mate. Come all over your male’s cock.”

And then, he was thrusting hard, his hands pushed my thighs together so he was fucking right up against me. The thick, hot length of him pulsed against my clit, the slick precum that he’d made for me lit me up and threw me off the ledge of my orgasm.

Just as he said, I was seeing stars long before he retracted that glorious cock, coming all over my ass as I gasped, falling onto my elbows as Zaldi carefully held on to me through the aftershocks and ripples.

And when I collapsed to the ground, it was Zaldi’s arms that carefully held me together.

Chapter Fifteen

Zaldi

“We’re just going to walk in there,” Lulu’s eyes bugged out, “Just like nothing happened.”

I swallowed my laughter once again, “They can’t read your mind, love.” Her shoulder’s dropped in relief. “Just your scent.”

Her jaw dropped and she swatted me hard. “Zaldi! I’m trying to be serious. I’m nervous.” She fidgeted at my side, her gaze leaping past me to the couple of incubi who were lingering at the doorway of the home next door to my grandmothers.

“First time?” One called tentatively.

Lulu gasped, gripping my hand hard. “What? I mean…”

“Don’t worry,” I called back, “Not a virgin, just new in town.”

“Zaldi, I’m going to kill you,” Lulu growled, just as the door swung open. Standing there, surprise in every line of her face, was my grandmother.

She carefully took in my face, the grip of Lulu’s hand in mine and, finally, my little human mates horrified expression, “If you kill him, at least do me the favor of doing it further from the rugs.” She stepped back into the home, “They are incredibly hard to clean.”

“I’m dead, I have to be. There’s no way,” Lulu whimpered at my side as I laughed, releasing her long enough to wrap my grandmother in a tight hug. Slender arms held me tightly, “This is her?”

I nodded, pulling back until she could look into my eyes. Her dark gaze, only lightly clouded by age, bored into mine. I let her see me, I let her see everything. My fears, my worries, but most of all the endless amounts of love and hope I had for the woman at my side.

Mine, I told her with every ounce of heart I could, she is mine.

Slowly, my grandmother’s face transformed. Releasing me, she stepped up to Lulu and gripped her hand in one of hers. “Come child, leave this idiot outside until he understands how to treat his woman.”

And then, without a backwards glance, she dragged Lulu into the interior of our small home, shutting the door sharply in my face. Incubi have very little capacity to be embarrassed, but today, I felt it. I looked sideways, noticing the same couple still watching, now with little smirks on their faces. I raised my hand again. “Hello there. Nothing to see.”

The male turned to his mate, not bothering to quiet his voice as he spoke, “Definitely his first time.”

I groaned.

Sometime later, Antheia opened the door wide, my younger sister’s smile pure mischief as she gave me a long look. “Can I come in?”

“Hmmm,” Antheia leaned on the door jam, one long nail tapping her lips, “I’m not sure.”

“Antheia….”

“Fine,” Antheia said, “But, it was more fun with you outside.”