“Tell me,” he demanded.

“I eat them,” I hissed in anger. I felt him jerk in shock, his hand loosening. It was all I needed to start spilling. His shock at my words was quickly diverted as I orgasmed. His strong fingers ran up and down my length creating electric heat. I groaned, feeling a pulling sensation as if he were sucking the energy out of me as he tugged every last drop out of my cock.

My orgasm ended and he quickly retreated. I turned around, panting as I pressed my back against the partition. His horns were gone, his eyes back to normal. I could see his muscles straining, his vein prominent in his neck, his jaw clenching. He was struggling to control himself and come at me again, to let his demon out. He was holding his hand covered in my cum in a tight fist.

“You might be a demon,” I said while catching my breath. “And it’s cute, really. This little power of yours.” His gaze roved my body, taking in my open pants and spent cock. His nostrils flared and he looked starving, even after getting one orgasm out of me. I shivered slightly, images flashing in my head.

He took another big step back. Right now he was more scared of himself than me. I was going to change that.

I let the lines of my identity blur. My shadow expanded with a wide smile with shining excited eyes. I could feel the edges of my body vibrating, the pupils in my eyes shaking. Lorcan stumbled back, hitting a chair that tumbled to the ground as my shadow crawled across the floor towards him, horns protruding from its head. The shadow of the real me.

“You might be a demon, Lorcan, but I’m a real monster. You know what it's like to feed but I know what it's like to consume,” I said. He turned and ran out of the shop. I snapped my shape back into focus. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, zipping myself back up.

“Well,” I said, turning back to the conveyor belt and snatching up the juicy hamburger. “I think that went well actually,” I said smiling. I sat down and ate, feeling relaxed and no longer concerned about how I’d wanted to fuck Lacey. My cock was spent and I was tired. I mused that it might have been the incubus the whole time that was messing with my head—his eroticism confusing my thoughts about her.

Eventually, I licked my lips and pushed the plate aside, sighing. Lorcan was definitely going to tell Dullahan what I was up to.

“The little shit,” I huffed. Ego be damned, I wasn’t getting within fifteen feet of that incubus anymore. My mouth began spilling at the same time as my cock. I’d always been terrible with that, murmuring things I shouldn’t like I had with Lacey in the club. I told her I loved her—what a mess.