Carnal (Her Dark Desires #1) (19 page)

Hector
pressed me up against the display, his hard cock grinding against my ass.
Discreetly, he reached up through my jacket and kneaded my breast. I hadn’t
worn a bra. Which was good, because my breasts were throbbing in time with my
clit. My whole body was on fire.

“Oh,
God,” I breathed.

“Turn
the vibrations up.”

I
did with a flick of my finger. The jolts increased at once, and I gasped in
shock. It was so intense.

“Faster,
Sally,” Hector growled.

I
did as he demanded of me, fucking myself harder. With the pleasure coursing
through me, it was easy to forget where I was. In my mind, I was in a bed with
Hector. He was sprawled across silk sheets, completely naked, as was I. I sat
on top of him, rocking my body up and down, grinding my clit against him as I
squeezed my breasts and moaned his name.

It
was a fantasy I’d relived several times now with my vibrator back in my
bedroom, but it was never this intense before. Something about screwing myself
in a public venue made the whole thing more… real.

“Come
for me,” Hector commanded.

Sucking
in a breath to cry out, Hector whirled me and kissed me as a cry escaped me,
swallowing the sound. I gasped as he broke the kiss, both of us noticeably
breathing harder as we stared at each other for a few seconds.

He
reached up and brushed a bang away. “How do you feel?”

“Incredible.
Alive.” I glimpsed the bulge around his crotch. “Hungry for more.” I reached
out and rubbed my palm over his erection, and he groaned.

“Please
don’t tease me,” he rasped.

I
glanced over my shoulder at a door I’d noticed as we passed by. “I’m not
teasing,” I said with a grin, then grabbed his hand and pulled him down the
aisle and into the restroom.

It
was one of those single-room restrooms with the basics; a toilet, a sink, and a
paper towel dispenser. Thrilled to find it sparkling clean, I shut the door and
locked it, then tore at the buttons holding Hector’s pants shut.

He
gave a surprised gasp. “What are you doing?”

“Whatever
the hell I want.” I licked my lips as his jeans came down, followed by his
boxers, and his erection sprung free.

“Sally,”
he said as I got to my knees. “You’re not-”

I
took his cock in my hand, my tongue slipping out to lick the swollen head. I
stroked him with my hand, pumping him good and long, and a pleasurable thrill
went through me when a little of his salty cum slipped into my mouth.

Hector
gripped the sink and leaned his head back. “Sally…”

“Sssh,”
I said. “Just relax. Don’t you want me to show you what I’ve learned?” I asked
innocently, batting my lashes at him.

His
eyes darkened with lust. “Consider this an exam.”

I
licked his dick again. “An exam I intend to ace.”

I
kissed the head like I would have Hector’s mouth, sucking and pulling as he
began bucking his hips. Bit by bit, I took him into my mouth, licking him as he
slid in and out, in and out.

“That’s
it,” he said. “That feels good.”

“I
can do ‘great.’”

Opening
up, I took him in as far as I could.

A
low groan came out of him as I sucked hard, pulling back slowly at first before
consuming him over and over again with increasing urgency.

He
gripped the sink for support, his head arched back, hips bucking to my rhythm.
“Yes. Harder.”

I
grabbed his rock-solid butt and worked harder, faster. I smiled inside as I
felt him grow longer and harder. I dug my nails into his ass, at which point he
grabbed my head and took over, fucking my mouth.

I
licked the length of him, relishing the juices beginning to spill out of his
tip.

“Sal…
ly,” he gritted out, followed by a growled gasp of release. His cock pulsed and
thrummed as he came in my mouth, the saltiness of him coating my tongue.
Smiling, I swallowed and stood as he sagged, breathing heavily.

“What
got into you?” he said.

“You,
apparently.” I smiled and kissed him.

He
held me to him. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

I
wrapped my arms around his neck. “Afraid you created a monster?”

He
chuckled and shook his head. “No. I’m just wondering what it’d be like with no
barriers between us.”

I’ve
been wondering the exact same thing.

He
tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’ve changed. You’re not the girl I
met a few months ago. You’re bolder now. I knew you’d transformed when you
fucked yourself in public.” He smiled as I felt my cheeks heat, and he kissed
my forehead. “That aspect I hope never changes. Blush suits you.”

I
leaned in to give him a long, hard kiss. “How do you like the taste of
yourself?” I whispered huskily.

He
answered by yanking me to him, one hand in my hair, the other at my back.

We
kissed until someone banged on the door, wanting in.

Giggling
like a couple of horny teenagers caught doing it in their parents’ bedroom, we
made ourselves presentable and exited. The woman blinked several times, eyes
going wide as she stared. “He-Hector? Aurelius?”

I
wondered how she had recognized him, then realized I’d knocked off his hat in
our fit of passion.

Instantly,
his movie-star smile was in place. He shook her hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”

That
resulted in whispered rumors that Hector Aurelius was here, and fangirls began
flocking over in droves, much to their boyfriends’ or husbands’ ire. Many
autographs were signed, pictures taken, and hugs given before Hector and I were
able to sneak away long enough for us to make an escape.

We
were almost to the door when he said, “Oh! Almost forgot.”

Grabbing
my hand, he pulled me to the front counter, where he plunked down the vibrator
on the countertop. “We had to borrow this for an exam. We’ll be taking it home
as a trophy.” He’d slipped it off my finger and into his pocket during our
bathroom romp.

The
manager raised a brow, then shook his head. “I don’t even want to ask,” he
said, ringing it up.

Hector
answered with a triumphant smile, to which I could have buried my face in my
hands and disappeared from embarrassment.

Still,
I couldn’t hide the smile on my face as we left the store hand-in-hand. It had
begun to snow. Light, fluffy flakes floated down from the sky, twirling in the
breeze along the sidewalk. “I hate not being able to hold your hand at
Elysian,” I said as we walked. “I hate the distance, the pretending.”

He
squeezed my hand, a heavy smile on his face. “It’ll get better.”

I
smiled at him, wanting to believe him. But I also knew how the Underworld
worked.

And
things never ended well in love for an incubus or succubus.

Chapter 14

WHEN
I GOT BACK from breakfast the next morning, I hadn’t expected the first words
out of Hector’s mouth to be, “Dean Prescott wants to see you. Well, both of us,
actually.”

I
stopped dead, eyebrows raising. “Do you know why?”

His
gaze darkened. “I have an idea.”

I
pounced on him. “What is it? Is something wrong?”

“No,
actually it’s good.”

I
frowned. “If it’s so good, then why do you look like you swallowed a turd?”

“Ew,”
he said, wrinkling up his face. “That’s disgusting.”

“Sorry,”
I said, shrugging. “Should I have said lemon?”

“That
would certainly taste better,” he said wryly. “Can’t say I know what shit
tastes like, though I eat my fair share at faculty meetings.”

I
grinned. “Good one.”

He
glanced at his watch, then hurried me out the door. “We need to get going.
Prescott’s already been waiting ten minutes.”

I
struggled to keep up with him, he was walking so fast. “Sorry to keep His
Majesty waiting.”

His
lips tried tugging up in a smile as his grip on my arm tightened in warning.

I
sighed. “I know, I know. I’ll be a good little succubus.”

“You
were anything but good last night.”

I
flushed at the memory of the things we’d done to each other in Hector’s bedroom
when we’d gotten back from the sex shop. I never knew there were so many
creative ways to use handcuffs, which he’d had an ample supply of thanks to his
occupation. “You started it.”

“Right
you are, love. And I certainly finished it.” In a bold move, he reached down
and pinched my butt, and I gave a little yelp.

“Careful!”
I hissed, looking around frantically to see if anyone had seen us. “Angela says
rumors are already going around we’re shagging each other.”

“So?
We’re sex demons. It’s what we do.”

“You
know what I mean.”

He
rounded the corner and pinned me to the wall. “What do you mean, Sally?” he
murmured, leaning in.

I
forgot to breathe. “Um, I, er, the relationship.” I cleared my throat, blinking
several times to clear my mind. “We can’t let people get the wrong idea.”

“There’s
nothing wrong about this,” he said, then he kissed me so deeply I nearly sank
to my knees.

My
head was spinning when he finally released me and squeezed my hand, smiling
slightly as he tugged me along. “No fair,” I mumbled. “That was a sneak
attack.”

“I
like being unpredictable.”

I
smiled at him. “Sounds dangerous.”

“I
like danger too.”

“I
can tell,” I drawled. “You’re a regular thrill-seeker, dating me and all.”

He
chuckled. “I plan on taking you on a regular date sometime.”

“Really?”
I asked, unable to hide my hopeful lilt.

He
nodded. “Movie, dinner, moonlit strolls along the beach, all of it.”

I
sighed happily. “It sounds so… human.”

His
squeezed my hand, then let go as a group of people turned the corner.

I
practically skipped the rest of the way to the dean’s office, that is until I
walked in and had the smile knocked right off my face by Dean Prescott’s curt
greeting.

“There
you are, finally,” he said, scowling. “I thought maybe you’d decided to leave
before we formally discharge you day after tomorrow.”

All
the air sucked out of the room. “Discharge? As in leave?”

Prescott
sat down at his desk, straightening his tie. “That’s generally what the term
means.”

No.
No, I couldn’t leave yet, not when things were going so well with Hector and me.
I looked to him for answers, but his face was emotionless. All except his eyes.
They bore the weight of the dean’s decision. “Is it true? You’re letting me
go?”

Prescott
rolled his eyes. “Try not to sound so disappointed, Ms. Sanders. I swear, you women
are all the same. Every one of you falls in love with Professor Aurelius, and
we have to practically kick you out.”

“Every
one of you…” I remembered what the guard had said, about me being another one
of Hector’s conquests. “I bet you do,” I murmured.

Could
I really have been just another girl to him? Was I that blind?

Please
don’t let it be true.

Hector
looked like he wanted to argue, but Prescott cut him off. “Have a seat, both of
you,” he snapped. “I have a meeting to be at in five minutes.”

Wishing
I could snatch Hector away and sort this out right now, I resigned myself to
sitting in one of the drab leather chairs across from Prescott’s desk.

Prescott
leaned forward, a stack of papers in front of him. “As you know, each enrollee
has to pass an exit exam before given clearance to return to their jobs. Yours
is simple: a live performance tomorrow night, where you will seduce and bed a
willing stranger before a panel.”

My
jaw dropped. “
What
? You can’t be serious.”

Prescott
stared at me. “Does it look like I’m laughing?”

“Hec-er
- Professor Aurelius?”

Hector
gave me a broken smile. “All succubi and incubi have to do this. It’s always
been the final test, in some form. It was going to happen eventually.”

I
caught his buried meaning. Regardless of how we felt about each other.

My
spine slumped, like I suddenly had rocks stacked on my back. “But it’s not
fair. I’m not ready.”

“Your
scores speak otherwise. You’ve made quite the improvement, and in record time.”
Prescott pointed at the stack of papers before him. My record, I realized.
“Either way, you will leave when I say you are ready to go, and you will
perform this test to get out. Otherwise, you’ll be banished from the
supernatural community.”