If that fucking incubus cared about her at all, he would do the same.
The sex demon in question smirks at me. His massive hand lands on her abdomen over her dress, and he pulls her back to his chest as she bounces over his cock.
Angels aren’t overly sexual creatures. Certainly nothing compared to vampires, siren, or incubi, but there’s a distinct feeling in my gut that I think might be churning jealously.
Hazel’s face twists in pleasure, and it’s easy to imagine myself in Annex’s place. Except she has him, meaning she doesn’t need anything from me except my protection.
Ifshe’s even willing to accept that.
The witch and the demon finally stop copulating.
My teeth grind together at the soft smile she offers him as she tilts her face up to his. It’s like she can’t see anyone in the room but the demon, and that simultaneously annoys me to no end and concerns me for her safety.
She’s not the most self-aware, and she needs to be to survive the creature I’m hunting.
The demon dips his head, kissing Hazel despite the awkward angle, and I’ve officially had enough. Shoving off the column I’ve been leaning against, I spread my wings and take off for the stairs that lead to the stage. Rather than climbing the few steps, I stretch my wings and coast, landing just in front of the chair the two of them still occupy.
“Ahem.” I hold back a smile as the incubus pulls his mouth from Hazel’s, glaring in my direction. “I’m sorry to interrupt what looks like a riveting performance, but hopefully the show is coming to an end.”
“Zephyr?” Hazel jolts, pulling an arm to cover her breasts. She could simply pull the dress up over her chest and down to cover her vagina, but I’ll attribute her reaction to surprise.
“You and I need to have a conversation.” I focus on retracting my wings, and they slither back into my spine. “Here, allow me to help you up.”
Fuck if I know what I’m doing, but I loop my arms under hers and lift her off the incubus’s lap.
I tower over the little witch, and all I can seem to focus on is that her breasts are still hanging out. My hands have a mind of their own, and they reach for the material, pulling it up and over her chest. Without my wings extended, I’m able to remove my jacket with ease, and I help the confused witch into it as she frowns.
A bark of laughter fills the air, and my head whips up to appraise Annex. Oathkeeper could dispatch him in less than a minute, so I’d love to know what he finds so humorous.
“I wasn’t cold,” Hazel says, patting my arm. “But thank you for the jacket?” The last part comes out distinctly question-like. “What exactly did you need to talk to us about?”
I barely hold myself back from snapping that I don’t need to speak to the incubus about anything. Hazel’s safety is all I’m worried about. However, I doubt that would go over well.
“Zephyr?” she prods when I don’t speak.
My eyes flutter shut as my nostrils flare with her sweet scent. Her pheromones send a pulse straight to my cock.
This is a problem.
I’m never disoriented when I shimmer places, but allowing the incubus to siphon us is another story entirely.
“Look, my magic knew exactly where to send our clothing,” Annex says, chuckling as we land in a room of some sort. “I found your panties, baby doll.”
My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head. How Hazel can stand dealing with him is beyond me.
“Okay, I’m exhausted,” Hazel says, planting her hands on her hips. “If you could get to the part where you tell us what’s going on, I’d appreciate it.” She smiles, but it’s forced.
Clearing my throat, I avoid looking at the little witch. She’s clad in my coat, and some primal part of me likes that a little too much for it to be civilized.
“I’m afraid by asking for your help locating the creature, I only succeeded in putting you on its radar,” I admit, struggling against the discomfort that bubbles in my gut. “I feel responsible for what occurred tonight. The monsters who attacked you were likely put up to it by the creature.”
“Oh no, I don’t think that’s the case,” Hazel says, but it’s unconvincing.
“Well, I do. We’ll have to agree to disagree. Unfortunately, I have a bit more knowledge than you do where the creature is concerned. I don’t believe tonight was a coincidence.” Moving my gaze back to her, I attempt to gauge what she’s thinking. I wouldn’t blame her for lashing out at me, but her mouth simply opens and closes while no words come out. “You don’t have to worry. I intend to rectify my mistake. I’ve found lodging in Black Cove, and I’ll be staying in town until either the creature is dealt with or it becomes obvious that you’re no longer in danger.”
“That’s really not necessary,” Hazel says, shaking her head. It causes her long dark hair to fall around my jacket, and my insolent mind obsesses about if the material will smell like her when I get the coat back. “Those guys were just run-of-the-mill pushy assholes. I don’t think they were after anyone in particular, more like whatever poor female they could single out.”
“Well, I would like a full rundown on what happened before I arrived, but as you’ve said, you’re exhausted.” I offer a tight smile. “I don’t want to add any additional stress to your plate when you’ve already had a trying day. I’ll follow you home and keep watch. You won’t even know I’m there.”
