Incubus Moon by Andrew Cheney-Feid Page A

get a better gander at his backside. It had to be rock solid the way the seat of his trousers hugged the perfectly-shaped mounds beneath the wool fabric when he moved.
    My dick certainly gave a twitch of appreciation.
    A notable side effect of being an incubus was that looking at a hamburger patty pretty much made me horny.
    Christie regarded me with a curious light in her eyes. “Something you want to tell me?”
    “Yes,” I said in a solemn whisper. “I’m dating men now.”
    Christie’s disbelieving expression dissolved to one of pure amusement. She laughed out loud, and then quickly covered her mouth. “Always the joker,” she said with a big smile and shake of her head. “I’ve known you too long, pal. The day Austin Iverson gives up women for men is the day hell freezes over.”
    I grinned back at her, but couldn’t help thinking about the turn of phrase she’d used. I was a demon now, or at least according to Google and that creepy entity I was. There was also the Queen of the Damned to consider. Her terrifying appearance to me came with a special delivery of icy temperatures and the cloying scent of decomposing citrus.
    Maybe hell really had frozen over.
    I shivered in my seat just as Massimo’s award-winning ass disappeared behind the First Class curtain.

    The aircraft was devoid of movement when I awoke, the dim lighting in Business Class broken by the intermittent glow from a few LCD monitors. Mark and Christie slept with their heads together, his dark, unruly mop spilling into her soft, golden hair. Seeing them like this warmed my heart and helped to chip away at some of the cold dread which had begun to resurface in me. They were my rock, as cliché as that sounded. I needed them in my life. I needed them to be safe. But what I needed pronto was a trip to the head.
    Relieved bladder in tow, I was making my way back to my seat when I brushed a sock-covered foot poking out from behind a heavy curtain. The drape at the opposite end partially opened to reveal a grinning face.
    Massimo pushed the curtain aside far enough to expose his tanned, muscular torso.
    “ Sù, bello! ” His hand shot out, grabbing me by the arm and bringing my head to within inches of striking the upper storage area. “I have less than one hour before my shift resumes.”
    I tumbled in on top of him and he yanked the curtain closed behind me, securing the Velcro straps at both ends. He then clamped his mouth over mine and breathed into me, “ Ti voglio penetrare ,” while his large hands kneaded my ass through my cargo shorts.
    It didn’t take a scholar to grasp that Massimo was gunning for a fast and furious round of ‘bury the bone.’ The trouble with his plan was that he’d snagged another alpha. This time, if there was a bone to bury, it was gonna be mine.
    Clasping the sides of my face, he deepened the kiss, his tongue warm and insistent in my mouth, his fingers working deftly to pop the top button of my cargo shorts, which he then unzipped. This was clearly not the flight attendant’s first trip to the rodeo.
    I tried to twist out of his embrace, but he was strong. Too strong.
    This should have been a red flag moment to me. Incubus me, however, was far too focused on breaking in this randy stallion.
    With my cargo shorts and boxers worked down around my knees, the flight attendant hooked his foot into their waistbands and slid them the rest of the way to my ankles, while at the same time pressing his considerable bragging rights against the cleft in my ass. Flipping me around to face him once more, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end when I found myself staring into black, soulless eyes.
    “I’ve found you at last, little incubus…”
    No way! The Shadow Walker was a fucking Alitalia flight attendant?
    Massimo’s smile widened to form a terrible slit that grew wider and wider, his mouth expanding beyond his face and body, beyond the very walls of the jetliner itself, until I was left staring at a giant