| Author: | Moxie Morrigan | ISBN: | 9781497785076 |
| Publisher: | Moxie Morrigan | Publication: | October 29, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Moxie Morrigan |
| ISBN: | 9781497785076 |
| Publisher: | Moxie Morrigan |
| Publication: | October 29, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Selena Aslin is a witch, a specialist in the shadowy arts. Her ability to summon dark creatures lands her a job in removing a pesky presence from a wealthy man’s home, but to her surprise, it’s no playful imp. Selena encounters a powerful incubus, a creature of powerful lusts. Will her deal with the devil end her life, or will she merely end up experiencing a night of sinful pleasures?
This short story is 3,221 words long and contains scenes intended for a mature audience.
This is a mirror of a previously published work- Unholy Desires: Incubus.
-Excerpt-
I might be doomed already. Even without some illusion of human perfection, I could feel something about him trying to strip away my inhibitions. It was almost an aura, a powerful sensuality. He knew it, too. He didn’t have to overpower me. He merely had to be in contact with me.
“Oh?” He spoke to me, then, his voice soft, deep. A velvety purr, but I knew he still had claws. “And who are you? I have never seen you before.” His interest seemed casual, the tone light, but I knew he might still kill me. It was like being caressed by a starving tiger.
“My name is Selena.” I told him, trying to sound curt, almost irritated with this exchange. “The family here hired me to get you to leave. You’ve been most bothersome.” I fixed him with my coldest look, or tried to, at any rate. He was ducking his head in close to mine, his voice closer to my ear when he spoke next.
“I’ve been most bothered.” Gods. That sent a tingle down the back of my spine, the feel of his warm breath against my ear. “Trapped in this place for ages, and none come to see me? I grew bored. Then I grew weak. Hungry.” The hand that had been in my hair now slid down to my throat, tracing the curve of my neck. I gritted my teeth. The problem was that he wasn’t loathsome. He was quite the opposite, in fact. “You know what I mean.” That was almost playfully spoken. It wasn’t as though the incubus was being subtle.
Selena Aslin is a witch, a specialist in the shadowy arts. Her ability to summon dark creatures lands her a job in removing a pesky presence from a wealthy man’s home, but to her surprise, it’s no playful imp. Selena encounters a powerful incubus, a creature of powerful lusts. Will her deal with the devil end her life, or will she merely end up experiencing a night of sinful pleasures?
This short story is 3,221 words long and contains scenes intended for a mature audience.
This is a mirror of a previously published work- Unholy Desires: Incubus.
-Excerpt-
I might be doomed already. Even without some illusion of human perfection, I could feel something about him trying to strip away my inhibitions. It was almost an aura, a powerful sensuality. He knew it, too. He didn’t have to overpower me. He merely had to be in contact with me.
“Oh?” He spoke to me, then, his voice soft, deep. A velvety purr, but I knew he still had claws. “And who are you? I have never seen you before.” His interest seemed casual, the tone light, but I knew he might still kill me. It was like being caressed by a starving tiger.
“My name is Selena.” I told him, trying to sound curt, almost irritated with this exchange. “The family here hired me to get you to leave. You’ve been most bothersome.” I fixed him with my coldest look, or tried to, at any rate. He was ducking his head in close to mine, his voice closer to my ear when he spoke next.
“I’ve been most bothered.” Gods. That sent a tingle down the back of my spine, the feel of his warm breath against my ear. “Trapped in this place for ages, and none come to see me? I grew bored. Then I grew weak. Hungry.” The hand that had been in my hair now slid down to my throat, tracing the curve of my neck. I gritted my teeth. The problem was that he wasn’t loathsome. He was quite the opposite, in fact. “You know what I mean.” That was almost playfully spoken. It wasn’t as though the incubus was being subtle.
