Lord Caden is a dark, sexy incubus and the secondary ruler of a planet. Lux loathes him; one, because Lux is a rebel in the planet’s civil war and two, because Lord Caden swept the girl Lux loves off her feet. But when he tries threatening Lord Caden to get the girl back, Lord Caden just laughs and Lux winds up in his bed. Now, after a week of battling guilt and temptation, Lux stands outside Lord Caden’s palace.
Lord Caden opened the door and Lux started. The black-haired incubus leaned against the jamb. He smiled.
Lux opened his mouth and then closed it again. “I don’t even know what to say to you.”
Lord Caden laughed. “You may have an addiction.”
Lux flexed his hands in their checkered, fingerless gloves. “I need to touch you.” Lord Caden held his palms up and spread them apart in invitation. Lux’s heart raced and he reached out. His fingertips hovered above Lord Caden’s chest. Finally they connected, brushing the expensive black fabric. He breathed in. He traced the shirt’s seam to the buttons, toying with one. Lord Caden unfastened it for him, then the third, then the fourth. Lux trailed his fingers down, afraid to touch his skin.
“It’s okay,” Lord Caden said. Lux flicked the hair out of his eyes and glanced away. “Lux.” Lux allowed his thumb to venture off the black fabric onto the smooth, white skin of Lord Caden’s chest and shuddered. “Come inside,” Lord Caden said.
“This can’t keep happening,” Lux groaned.
Lord Caden ripped through Lux’s jacket and shirt and cast them onto the bedroom floor. “You may have wanted to consider that before you turned up on my doorstep.”
“I just—” Lord Caden laced his fingers in the back of Lux’s hair and kissed him. His tongue delved into Lux’s mouth, curling, coaxing. Lux couldn’t breathe. Burning, dark liquidity wound its way from the base of his spine up into his throat, pulsing in his veins. He whimpered. The sweet, rich taste of Lord Caden was almost too much to bear. Lord Caden tugged his hair and a pleasured sound escaped Lux’s throat. “Oh, good god. I need to be closer to you.”
“Mm,” Lord Caden agreed. He let his shirt drop onto the floor.
Lux ran his hands over the lord’s chest, his gloved palms sliding over the hard muscles. Desire clenched his stomach. “I’ve been thinking about this for a week,” he whispered.
“Impressive self-control,” Lord Caden remarked.
“Hardly. I’m here, aren’t I?”