All Chapters of Under the incubus' protection: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He was my Incubus, Desmond. It was him. Damn, he was gorgeous!He still had me trapped between his arms against the wall. His intense gaze was making me weak in the knees. The gold in his eyes was glittering. I had never seen hazel eyes reflect light like that. It was like staring into another planet—one of desire and passion. “Want me to jog your memory more?” He asked in a seductive whisper. As close as his face was to me, it was torture. I could feel his hot breath on me. He was no ordinary man. Everything about him was turning me on. He breathed down my neck, and I surrendered a little. My body was sensitive to him and him only. Not even Mason could make me aroused like that.The memories of my first time with Desmond came before me. I could see it in my head and feel it in my private parts. Once his lips brushed against my lips again, it was game over for me. I grabbed his chiseled face and sucked that gorgeous mouth of his. He responded enthusiastically and turned it into an

I watched the rain pour from Becky’s front-row passenger seat. She had picked me up after work on my request. We were parked on the street close to a store. The lack of sleep I had been experiencing for several nights was taking its toll on my mental health. A lot was going on in my head. It was spine-tingling to think that I could lose Mom in a week. How could someone be so heartless? Also, Desmond’s face kept flashing before my eyes. The way he spoke and behaved was confusing. His character was still a mystery to me. For multiple reasons, I didn’t say a word about him presenting himself as more than a non-solid ghostly apparition to me. The embarrassment of getting sexual with him out of lust was one of them. However, I also wished to give him a chance to prove himself. If Mom didn’t get better by midnight, I decided to expose that secret to Elaine.According to Mia’s latest update, Mom was still in a coma. “Your Mom would wake up soon, Cass. I know,” Becky comforted me from the

“Desmond,” I called once more. By now, my legs were shivering. A grim feeling took over me. Something ominous lurked in the shadows, and it wasn’t my incubus. As the shadow stretched on my walls, it revealed itself as a figure of a long-haired woman. I goggled at it from root to bottom. It had expanded to such a degree that if I were consumed by its darkness, no one would ever know. That’s when my fight-or-flight response activated, and I made a run for the door. I would have fled earlier if my brain hadn’t frozen with terror.Pushing through my door, I luckily reached the hallway and banged at my sister’s door in front of me. “Open the door!” I called for help and screamed at Mia’s and Mom’s doors.“Mia!” I focused my energy on one door, screaming as loud as I could while throwing my fists at it continuously.I dared to glance back at my closed bedroom door and saw the same shadow peeking through the small gap at the bottom.“Oh, shit!” “There is something outside. Don’t open the do

Lips smacking, tongue sucking, and moans of arousal. The kitchen of my parents’ house, where only innocent memories had lived before, seemed like the sexiest place on earth with Desmond.His powerful hands picked me up by my waist and put me on the counter, knocking down some things in the action. With his velvet mouth on my mouth and his hands around my body, I couldn’t care less about a mess.My fingers dug into the back of his neck. His ability to light my mouth on fire hit differently each time. I would devour that wet pleasure bomb of a tongue of his, for real, if I could. “Open your mouth a bit more. Let me see that tongue of yours,” He said to me.My tongue obeyed him like he was its master of pleasure. As soon as it was out, he attacked it like his prey and sucked hard on it. Maybe he heard my mind because that was exactly what I wanted to do to him. I had my chance when he paused, and I seized his tongue inside his mouth, forcing it to come out of its shelter with unforgiv

Fear and dread are small words to describe my emotions. A lump of painful anxiety was stuck in my throat. Eventually, my tightened chest muscles would give out, bearing one astonishing news after the other.My stomach turned. I am not sure which of the following disturbed me the most:I shared a few nights of passion with an imposter, possibly a demon.Or, the man who had protected me and I had begun to grow fond of was a malignant spirit.“Cass, are you okay?” Becky touched my arm.“Yes, of course,” I lied through my teeth. “What were you saying about your great aunt, Elaine?”“Madame Meredith Long is one of the oldest white witches alive. She is the only one I know capable of detecting an imposter correctly. If Desmond is an incubus with some special ability, then she is the only one who can confirm,” Elaine answered.“Is she still practicing at eighty? She must not be able to travel a lot, so when can we leave to meet her? Or perhaps we can call her?”Elaine pursed her lips. “She l