I grunted and gave him a pass. I guessed he was right. “So, tell me something else, Sawyer.”
He turned his body more fully towards me, and I got to check him out a little more. I knew he was wearing the same thing he normally wore to work, but somehow, in this setting, it was all different. He looked edgier, sexier…and I derailed my thoughts right there. I could admit Sawyer was a walking wet dream that made my ovaries go weak, but I couldn’t ever go there…could I? Surely that was against workplace rules. Plus, you know, he was a supernatural and an incubus. I’d never know for sure what I was getting from him. Would he always coax the lust from me because that was in his nature, or did he allow these feelings to surface naturally?
“Why are you looking at me like I’m a math problem?”
“Not a math problem. A sex problem.”
His brows hit his hair line. “Excuse me?”
I was forced a step closer when a guy the size of a bear shuffled up to the bar, shoving me in the back. “I’m just wondering how you deal with relationships.”
“I don’t do relationships, so I never have to deal with them.”
“Never? You’re a one-night stand kind of guy?”
He smiled with all of his teeth. “That’s all I ever can be. Incubi and succubi are cursed with the ability to make their partners experience the best sex of their lives, but we’re also cursed with never being able to experience anything more than sex. We’re also unable to have sex with the same partner more than once.” He lowered his head, until our faces were only a few inches apart. I blamed the loud music and general sardines-in-a-can feel of the club, but a jolt of lust streaked through me. “No emotional connection. No longevity. We fuck someone, and we’re done. Then we look for something else.”
“That sounds lonely.”
He jerked away from me. “It is what it is. You can’t change your height. At conception, you were designed to be five foot three.”
I slugged him in the arm. “I’m five four. Don’t deny me my inch.”
He grinned. “My point is, you were destined to be short. DNA. You can’t mess with it. But my DNA won’t allow me to form any sort of emotional connection.” He shifted his gaze down to the beer bottle in his hand. “No matter how much we want that to change.”
“Wait. Are you trying to tell me there are no incubi in loving, monogamous relationships out there?”
“You sound disappointed, Cat.” I flipped him off, and he sighed. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying.”
I looked back out at the crowd, wondering how I’d feel about that. To only have sex, to have to find a new sexual partner whenever the need arose. Sawyer had to feed and regularly, so he had to blow through at least seven to ten women a week.
A new song began to play, the beat hitting me in the chest with a primal familiarity. I opened my mouth to say as much when all the air got sucked from my lungs, like a concussive wave had just swept through the club, leaving me gasping for O2. When I could breathe again, I looked around the club to see if anyone else had felt it, but they were all still doing whatever they had been before—drinking, grinding, fucking.
“Dance with me?” Sawyer asked. I looked at him and noticed his eyes were burning black. I nodded, drained my glass, then placed it on the bar with a shaking hand.
He led me into the throng of people, and their bodies bumped against me in a seductive wave. The music was drilling through me, making my lower body clench as erotic whips lashed at me. I looked up at the cage to our right, sucking in a breath when I saw a woman getting fucked from behind while getting a cock shoved into her mouth at the same time. Ménage had always been a fantasy of mine, and I touched the swell of my breasts, drawing my hand down lower.
Sawyer growled low and steady, pressing his body closer to mine, so close that I could feel his erection against my torso. I blinked at him, my head feeling fuzzy and light.
“Your eyes are black,” I said, staring into them like they held all the answers to life’s greatest mysteries.
“You’re turned on right now.” His words were a growl.
I nodded, because he was an incubus and he knew. He knew what my body was doing, how it was reacting, and right now, my pussy was flooding with liquid heat. Swaying my hips, I tried to get even closer to him.
“We’re in a sex club,” I pointed out.
Lowering his mouth to my ear, he nipped the lobe, biting down until I gasped in pleasure. “I know. I also know I want to fuck you against the wall right now.”
“Why bother moving to wall when you could do it right here?” I asked, boldly reaching down and stroking him through his pants.
He hissed and threw his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. I squeezed my legs together to ease the pain, the throb, the demand my body was making. My abdomen felt heavy, like it was being simultaneously pulled at, teased, and stimulated.
I looked down between us, the sight of my hand on his cock making me shiver. I wanted to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth, to let him do whatever he wanted to me. I didn’t care about the audience. I felt liberated and wanton and…
“Fuck,” I hissed as he rubbed my pussy through my leather pants. I suddenly wished I’d chosen the dress Faline had first put on. At least that way, Sawyer would have his fingers inside my panties right now instead of rubbing me on top of them.
He kissed my jaw. “Are you wet for me, pussy cat?”
I nodded. “You know I am.” I arched my
