My Incubus Stalker

The hot breath of a predator, coming straight for me.

Somehow, I knew what was happening even before I could see it.

I whirled on the sidewalk, ready for anything. I caught sight of a dark blur before a powerful gust of wind sent me reeling – so strong it was almost like someone had shoved me.

“Argh!” I cried as it sent me staggering off to the side. I reached for the brick corner with my hand but missed, stumbling into the alley.

A silhouette pooled up in front of me, cutting off any chance of escape. It turned into the shape of a man – tall and lean with big, broad shoulders. His long hair was wild and dark, each eye a different color – one amber, one blue. His lips were set in a straight, grim line as he stared down at me.

“What the fuck?” I gasped, moving unsteadily to my feet. All my struggling had caused the strap of my dress to fall, and I saw the way his eye flicked to my bare shoulder.

Hastily, I righted the strap, facing the stranger head-on. “You…get out of my way.”

The stranger cocked his head, observing me for a moment. “Female. White. Twenty-three.” He paused, inhaling deeply. “Pure.”

*Pure?! What’s that supposed to mean??*

“Get out of my way!”

“You’ll do,” he said in that same bored voice.

“I’ll do what??”

“Me.”

I blinked at him, not sure I’d heard right. The next thing I knew, he leapt (or flew?) right up to me, pinning me hard against the alley wall.

“Argh, n-no!”

“Be quiet,” he said curtly, sounding annoyed.

“Huh, what – !” Before I could finish my sentence, he ducked his head down, crushing his lips against mine.

No…

*This can’t be happening!*

Somebody…help…

I didn’t want this. I didn’t want this one bit.

But I was afraid. So afraid that I didn’t resist as he parted my lips, licking my tongue with his own, over and over again. The eagerness of it didn’t match up with his earlier tone of voice, whoever this psycho was.

*This psycho who appeared out of nowhere, in a rush of wind…

Wait, that doesn’t make any sense. Maybe I’m drunk or something. I’m imagining things. Maybe none of this is actually happening?*

I could almost believe it…

…until I felt what he did next. Parting my legs with his, he nudged his knee between my thighs. I tensed as I felt him rub against me back and forth, the movement sending little jolts of pleasure throughout my lower body.

*W-what is he doing? Why??*

Resisting the urge to grind back against him, I turned my head aside, breaking the kiss. “Stop,” I gasped. “Let me go.”

“I can’t do that,” he said, his low, husky voice almost a growl.

He pushed his knee up a little higher, and I couldn’t help letting out a thrilled little noise. The bizarre stranger cocked a brow at me. “Doesn’t this excite you?”

“No!”

“You lie.”

“I don’t want this! Let me go! Help! Help!” I screamed as loudly as I could, but no one stirred.

“I can’t count the number of women who would do anything for my touch,” he said, leaning close enough to me that his breath made my hair ripple. I realized just then how he had a weird way of speaking. Way too formal. That was just another thing to add to the list of things that didn’t add up about this guy.

“Well, I’m not one of those women,” I shot back in a hiss.