Page 81 of Bewitching Her Monsters
“You really don’t know?” He sounds skeptical. “You have no memory of seeing me?”
“No. When would I have seen you? I only inhabit your body during your memories.”
“So you don’t remember having something to do with my death?” he mutters, not really a question. Maxum’s hand squeezes tighter around my neck.
“No! I could never kill someone.”
“You have a gun,” he reminds me.
“To shoot them in the leg or wherever I have to hit someone to slow them down, notkillthem.”
“To stop your ex? Rob?” he growls with Arran’s voice.
“You know about him?” I’m surprised he is so aware of my waking life.
“That he’s a threat? Yes.”
“Will you protect us from him?” I worry Rob will hurt me. Wouldn’t having an invisible ghost who can help me be a good idea?
“I can help you if you feed me.”
“Then show yourself,” I demand. “I don’t want to be with these guys if it’s you touching me.”
The four guys disappear. Next to the bed, a dark shadowy figure stands, staring at me, if what looks like eyes are any indication. He is almost transparent, like thick, dense smoke, but in the shape of a man. “This form is much easier to maintain.”
“Were you wasting energy on the illusion?” I ask.
“I thought it might work you into a sexual frenzy faster,” he explains.
“Maybe another time, but I need to know who you are right now,” I say. “If this is really happening, I want it to be between us. Not through them.”
He hums thoughtfully, “You are worried it will corrupt your feelings for them?”
“Yeah.” Then I pout. “Why don’t you show me what you look like?”
“If you want the real me, this is as good as you’re going to get until I feed more. In many ways, thisisthe real me. Besides, I don’t think I should show you the face my physical form wore yet.”
“So, are you made of shadows in the dream world?”
“It’s my incubus-feeding body in what you might call the astral plane.” His arm reaches down and strokes my cheek. “You sure you want me to fuck you? This will solidify a connection between us. I will see further into your mind. Lines will be blurred.”
“Areyousure?” I ask, my forehead wrinkling in confusion. “I didn’t expect that you would want to bond with me. I’m a disgusting witch, after all.”
“I’m looking past that.”
I chuckle. “How sweet.”
“Do you want sweet? Or do you want me to give you the best orgasm of your life?”
“Door number two,” I joke. “If this is an either-or situation.”
“When I feed, you will be under my complete control,” he warns. “You won’t be able to move. You’ll only be able to talk, use your eyes, and come for me like a fucking nymph. Starting now.”
I gulp. I try to pull on my restraints, tying me to the bed. But I can’t move to do that. Glancing to the side, I can see now that my ropes are actually shadows.
My heart is racing. And my body is thrumming with fear and excitement.
I’m about to have astral sex with an incubus ghost. Feels like I might be forging new ground here.
