“You don’t understand this craving inside me, eating me alive,” I said with a sigh, slinking down further in the chair. My eyes never veered away from the pictures in front of me and my hard cock was pressing against my ironed pants in an earnest plea for attention that I was sadly refusing.

It had been this way since Dullahan pulled me off Lacey. The erection wouldn’t go away on its own. That’s not how incubus worked. My fingers gripped the chair’s armrests as I felt my demon rage inside me with desire. He was hungry and riled. He needed to eat and he needed release.

“Stop ignoring your needs,” Dullahan reprimanded, noticing the situation in my lap. My face felt hot.

“It’s more complicated than that,” I snapped. “I’m worried about her,” I said, gaze racing across hundreds of photos. If I closed my eyes, I could still see them. I was unwilling to admit to Dullahan just how bad the situation with Lacey was. That I was afraid of the precarious control I harnessed. He wouldn’t get it.

Dullahan mumbled something too deep for me to understand before speaking louder.

“Stand up, face the wall,” he demanded. I inhaled sharply and did as he asked, pressing my palms against pictures of Lacey as I stood facing away from him. He loomed behind me, his large hand going for my zipper.

“Fuck,” I rasped, my breathing growing hurried in anticipation.

“This will help some, right?” he asked as he opened my pants and reached into my tight boxer briefs. Calloused fingers wrapped around my erection, familiar and warm but never like this.

“Yes,” I sighed as his touch ran up the length of my hard cock. It wouldn’t really help my hunger but it would at least bring my very healthy libido in check.

I kept my palms pressed to the wall, making a stolen picture of Lacey walking down the strip go askew. Dullahan’s hand tugged on my cock as his heavy breath feathered my hair.

Today was the first time our mouths had touched. It was hard to even call that a kiss, it was more of an attack. His rough hand went up and down, his thumb rolled over the tip. I rocked into his hand, panting against the wall. I couldn’t believe this was happening. That he was touching me.

“Don’t stop,” I said huskily. Dullahan gave a measured, shaky breath and I felt him shift a little closer, his body brushing mine.

“I won’t stop,” he said and I felt my balls tighten from his words. Anything out of his mouth while he did this was just going to send me higher. My hungry demon gnashed his teeth inside me, begging me to stop sitting here, demanding I accept what I am and take. That I turn around and grab the older man by his inky black hair and force him to swallow my cock whole while feeding from him relentlessly. But I didn’t want that with him.