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Taken By The Incubus (Gay Paranormal Horror Erotica)
The Incubus was a cruel creature. If it couldn’t acquire me, no one would, including myself.
Jason has always been able to notice things that others can't. The eyes of supernatural creatures have followed him throughout his life, and one pair of those eyes has turned lustful. Can Jason survive the erotic attentions of a hungry demon?
WARNING: This 4,+ word story contains graphic language and explicit descriptions of gay sex between a man and an Incubus. Rimming, masturbation, oral sex, anal sex, orgasm denial and monster sex fill these pages. Intended for MATURE AUDIENCES 18+ only!
EXCERPT: I woke up a few hours later when the sun was cresting over the horizon, my muscles feeling wrung out and overused from the pleasure. The faint smell of smoke still hung in the gas, though all of the candles had long since sputtered out. I eased myself out of my bed and padded down the hallway without bothering to dress. I flicked on the light in the bathroom and winced as the bright bright attacked my eyes. I turned around and craned my neck to view the tanned expanse of my back.
Standing out appreciate a brand in the stark light were t
Nobody Loves an Incubus
Fangville Steep, #2
Dylan James
Serge is an incubus—one of the sexiest creatures alive. He has reigned long as king of the school.
But after getting his heart broken by a boy he genuinely liked, Serge is facing a crisis of identity. To continue creature who he is only seems to lead to loneliness and heartbreak. Maybe he needs to transform, to be truer to himself. The bad male child attitude is just an act, after all.
As he navigates this crisis with the help of Bram, his best friend, he starts receiving a nightly visitor—a cute ghost male child with gorgeous eyes, who appears for only a few minutes in the deepest, darkest depths of the night. Serge is desperate to talk to him, to get to know him, but any attempts at communicating with the ghost are met with silence. The young man doesn’t seem to even know he’s there.
To create that bridge and transmit with the ghost, Serge must do the thing he least wants—enlist the help of Victor and Igor, boys he used to tease mercilessly. It’s a gamble and the stakes are high, especially given the fact that life has taught Serge one thing and one thing only…
Nobody love an incubus.
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Buy your paperback replicate n Alone. Melancholy, often deliver in Geoffrey lately, strengthened. The feeling that something was missing in his life grew with each day that passed, and yet he was no closer to knowing what it could be. Not for the first period, Geoffrey cursed the mission that had led to his memory loss. How many people had he been unable to aid while he recovered, healing and relearning his job? Well, partially. That was what got grizzly shifter Ted Farnsworth into trouble. He wasn’t trying to break the Secrecy Pact. He just wants people to see the real him. So he signs up with the mate-matching service Supernatural Selection — which guarantees marriage to a perfect spouse. Not only will Ted never be lonely again, but once his recent beaver shifter husband arrives, they’ll build Ted’s hope wilderness retreat together. Win-win. Quentin Bertrand-Harrington, scion of an incubus dynasty, has abstained from sex since nearly killing his last significant other. When his family declares it’s time for him to marry, Quentin decides the only way not to murder his companion is to pick someone who’s already dead. Supernatural Selection finds him the ideal vampire, and Quentin signs the marriage deal sight unseen. But a mix-up at Supernatural Selection contracts Quentin with Ted. What’s Ted supposed to carry out with an art historian who knows more about salad forks than screwdrivers? And how can Quentin resist Ted’s mouthwatering existence force? Yet as they work together to untangle their inconvenient union, they begin to wonder if their unexpected match might be perfect after al .
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The cool evening breeze picked up slightly, chilling his ears and nose. Geoffrey pushed his maudlin notions aside and decided it was time to return to the tavern.
His stride strong, he reached the inn in good time and ascended the stairs at the back. Stepping into the room he’d taken, Geoffrey lit the lamp and gave a soft sigh of satisfaction at what the light revealed. Hugh knew his preferences, and the small, easily defensible room fit them perfectly. There was just enough room for the bed and the dresser that held the lamp, a jug of water, and a bowl. The faint scent of lavender tickled his nostrils from the fresh flowers scattered among the rushes on the floor.
With a grunt of relief, Geoffrey eased out of his thick-soled riding boots, the well-worn
Single White Incubus