Incubus

—Is there a man here?

 He asked, his voice oscillating in two unsettling tones. Lee shouldn't see him like this, especially when his eyes kept changing colors constantly. He seemed to grow slightly, and I had to prevent him from showing this to Lee.

 — He came to work on a project with me. I said quickly. 

Logan growled under his breath. I couldn't let him go to the kitchen, so I did my best to stop him. I hurried to step in front, blocking his way. With a quick step, I got closer, gaining momentum as I stood on tiptoes. I reached up and cupped his face in my hands. I could feel the tension in his body as I moved closer without warning. He stood there stunned as I pressed my lips to his. I felt the heat through his shirt, and he gave way for me to invade his mouth. I relished his tongue, tasting a slightly metallic flavor.

His mouth had blood. I should have pulled away and felt disgusted, but my reaction was just to gasp into his arms as he lifted me effortlessly by my thighs. I felt the cut on his lip as I ran my tongue over it. He was biting his own lip to control himself. I felt my back hit the wall, his erection pressing against my core. This had been a bad idea. I needed to stop him, or things would get much worse. With every kiss, he seemed one step closer to transforming.

I tried to call his name between the kisses, but only a breathless moan came out. I felt his teeth tug at my lip, causing me to weaken in his arms. We needed to stop, or we'd both be in trouble.

I pulled away not so gently, seeing his eyes glow scarlet. I bit my lip. His body was getting increasingly feverish. Such heat would be a dangerous fever in an ordinary person's body.

 — Hey, Liv, is it going to take long? 

Lee's voice called from the entrance. Logan's eyes grew even more intense, but now he had a very different target than me. He was going to commit murder before I could explain everything.

— Logan, he's just a friend!.

His eyes turned back to me, his anger focused on me. His anger? It was as if I had woken from a trance. Did we have something? He had broken up with me, then used me and left. In that order. I let go of his hands and stepped back.

— Why this ridiculous jealousy.

He looked at me as if I'd said something offensive, but he was the one who had broken up with me, not the other way around. We had even slept together that way. I felt shame consume me. His eyes calmed down, returning to black. It was as if he knew I was embarrassed.

— Because you're my girlfriend. Coming to your house and finding another man here made me angry.

I wanted to laugh. After all that, he was still using that excuse? How foolish. I raised my finger to his face, not caring if it was impolite or if he was a wolf that could kill me. I was going to throw this in his face.

— You're my ex-boyfriend. You broke up with me, used me, and disappeared, as if I were nothing! Now you show up here a month later as if nothing happened? Spare me that shit, Logan.

His expression turned serious, his eyes darkening and becoming empty. But before he could say anything, the doorbell rang. I walked past him, seeing his eyes follow me. I ignored him; I knew who was there.

Smiled slightly as I opened the door, finally seeing Lee's company arriving. Now I could confront Striker, punch him, and curse at him if I wanted.

— Come in, I'll call him

When I turned, I realized Logan wasn't there anymore. That sneaky idiot. I nearly tripped over my own feet, thinking about the possibility that he might have gone after Lee, especially when we weren't alone. I entered the kitchen, seeing Logan glaring at Lee unfriendly. Lee slowly got up when he saw the visitor behind me. A huge smile spread across his lips.

He jumped out of his chair and practically skipped over to the guest. His arms wrapped around the older man's neck. The redhead released a half-smile, and Lee kissed Kyle fervently, drawing a sigh from him.

Lee's family was extremely prejudiced, especially coming from a country like China. I knew countries like that were backward when it came to homosexuality. He'd never accept that he liked another man. He had to be like his father: an alpha male, a ridiculous, chauvinistic, prejudiced, racist jerk.

— I'll be back tomorrow morning. 

Lee said, still looking at Kyle. I just responded with "okay," and they left hand in hand, leaving me alone with my worst and most exciting nightmare. I really hoped Lee and Kyle would leave.

When I finally mustered the courage to look at Striker, my body froze. His eyes were fixed on me. I used the distance between us as protection. He was on one side of the table, which seemed so childish.

— I want you to leave! I'm not some slut for you to come over and then leave.

He shook his head in denial, letting out a quick sigh, but he did the opposite of what I said. He sat at the table, picked up my glass that still had some sake, and downed it all in one go, not even grimacing.

— Kyle Ambrose, does Lee know about him?

I looked at him. What should Lee know? Was Kyle also a werewolf? I sighed. He knew how to keep me curious, especially when it came to this new world I knew nothing about.

—  Let's drink and talk a bit. Then I'll leave. I won't touch you, even if you ask me to.

I rolled my eyes. As if I would ask him to. After all, he might leave me alone again after sex. I sat down in the chair across from him.

He got up and fetched one of my hidden sake bottles with a glass. He poured a bit of sake into my cup. I looked at his hands. They used to have so many scars, but now his skin was clear.

— What is he?

I asked, taking a sip of the sake. I saw him smile slightly. Logan seemed to be considering whether he'd tell me.

— He's an incubus.

Incubus, I vaguely remembered something about that. I wasn't the type to delve into such topics. I always preferred scientific facts.  Remembered it was related to sex and dreams.

— Incubus and succubi are creatures that invade people's dreams, engaging in sexual relationships, binding to victims and feeding off their life energy. The victim ends up suffering serious psychological problems and might even die. Succubi are the female form, and incubus are the male form. But that's what legends say. Kyle isn't a complete incubus. He was born to a human, but his father was one. Unlike what's said, they don't sneak into your room at night to have sex with you and steal your life energy, making you think it's just a dream. Believe me, if they're interested in you, it can result in your death. People with knowledge of the supernatural are their preferred targets.

— How do you know this? And that his mother is human, and his father isn't?

He smiled, taking another sip of his drink. How could he know about this? It didn't make sense to me, unless he had been watching Kyle.

— I'm preparing for war, my dear. Knowing my allies and enemies is essential for winning.

Before I could ask more, he just shrugged, pouring more of the drink into my cup. He wanted to change the subject, especially as the alcohol was affecting me in a way I couldn't describe.

I had to remember that constantly. I wasn't good with alcohol. Likewise, I mean, I wasn't so drunk that I'd pass out, but with every passing minute, Logan seemed increasingly sexy. Alcohol made me weaker for him.

But how couldn't I have a weakness for this man? His hair was tousled, black strands scattered everywhere. His black eyes seemed like an endless abyss to me. His fair skin was growing redder by the second. He laughed as he downed each glass. Every now and then, he gave me a flirtatious smile that left me soaking wet.

— When did you find out you were a werewolf?

He laughed. It really was a funny question. I never imagined asking someone that. Logan picked up the glass with his fingers and turned it once. Why didn't he seem even a bit drunk?

"I've always known."

He smiled. It was my turn to take a sip of sake. I hardly felt that usual burning sensation anymore. The truth was, it made me quite curious. I had no idea what to expect from this. Because, I won't lie, I researched werewolves, and believing that was difficult.

— Always?

I asked, seeing him look at me curiously. A smile appeared on his lips, a smug smile he only gave when he was plotting something. But Logan always seemed to be plotting something anyway.

— Always. I was the reason my mother died.

He took another sip. I couldn't hide the surprise on my face. I knew nothing about his mother, only the name mentioned vaguely a few times: Emily. Furthermore, I looked at him, and this time, he didn't have a smile on his face, just an indifferent expression. When it came to Logan's mother, I didn't know how to act around him. I took a sip of my drink because now my throat felt dryer.

— Do you think it's your fault?

Logan drank again. He filled up his glass and mine a bit more. He shouldn't blame himself. Everyone knew the risks. I saw him suddenly sigh.

— No, I don't think it's my fault.

He looked at me. This time his eyes seemed more serious. It was strange to see him like this, as even in the worst moments, he always said or did something funny. So, I averted my gaze. He made me uncomfortable like this, especially with his eyes on my face.