Tempted — Alex Jace

For incubus Kit, waking up in bed with smoking hot sorcerer Sebastian is terrifying. Because if Kit ever gives into his intense desire for Sebastian, Sebastian will be able to claim him body and soul forever. It's a fate Kit both craves and fears. But Sebastian is so smoulderingly irresistible that even with the threat of eternal servitude, Kit still wants to be claimed…



5500-word MM erotic romance.



Excerpt:



“Good morning, kitten.”



Kit's heavy eyes fluttered open, everything a blur, then sank shut. It was too much effort to wake up; he could barely open his eyes. He snuggled deeper into the warm arms wrapped around him, the cosy duvet draped over him, not wanting to move. He was so comfortable he could have dozed forever.



A deep chuckle rumbled through the hard chest beneath his cheek. “Kitten?”



“Stop calling me that,” Kit grumbled, half-heartedly. He rubbed his cheek against the chest he was trying to sleep on, enjoying the warmth, the steady heartbeat. Kit could not remember ever waking up like this before. Held. Protected. Safe.



One finger lifted his chin, and Kit forced his sleepy eyes open. He found himself staring into an intense blue gaze that stopped his breath; his stomach tightened, his throat went dry just from that one look. He was twined around a scorchingly hot man who was awake and smouldering at him. Black hair, blue eyes, powerful frame. Wicked smile. The man was all too familiar.



Kit froze. He now realised who he had snuggled into so trustingly.



Sebastian. Sorcerer. His captor. The man intent on claiming him forever as his incubus servant. And Kit was now draped all over his delicious, hot, muscular body.



Kit must be out of his mind. Because he was feeling the traitorous urge to lick this man all over. He wondered what those muscles would taste like under his tongue. Whether they would contract when he licked them.



“Sleep well?” Sebastian's eyes crinkled at the corners with amusement. Maybe he could tell Kit was currently fantasising about him.



Kit said nothing. In truth, he'd slept better last night than he ever remembered; as a fugitive, he'd never got a decent night's sleep. Ironic that he had slept so soundly in the arms of the man who was most dangerous to him.



If he admitted that he liked sharing Sebastian's bed Sebastian might never let him out of it. Kit wanted to stay, but reluctantly retreated to his own side of the bed. It was cold.



No, it wasn't his side. He couldn't afford to think like that. He wasn't staying here in bed with a sorcerer, it was too dangerous. If he ever gave in -- if he let Sebastian claim his body, his magic, his soul -- he was facing a lifetime of enslavement. As an incubus, he would be Sebastian's plaything, his servant, his source of power. Not an equal. Not even a person.



No. No part of this world was safe for him.



“Covers off,” Sebastian said. “I want to look at you.”



Kit shrank under the duvet. He was naked beneath it; he did not dare expose himself. He could not let this situation get any more intimate. He was barely resisting Sebastian as it was.



“Behave,” Sebastian warned. One word in that steely tone could crumble Kit's resolve so easily. Kit could not understand how Sebastian made him want to obey.



Slowly, reluctantly, Kit drew the covers off himself, exposing his naked body to Sebastian's hungry eyes. Kit had to fist his hands so that Sebastian wouldn't see them shaking. The heat that kindled in Sebastian's expression stole Kit's breath; it was the lazy appreciation of someone looking forward to a delicious meal. A prize to be tasted, savoured, enjoyed. Kit quivered, pleasantly terrified.



“Oh, you are beautiful.” Sebastian's voice dropped to a growl. “All sleepy and tempting. I'd like to keep you like this for days. Naked in my bed.” His hot eyes dragged slowly up and down Kit's body. “I could do all kinds of things to you. I know you're inexperienced. You need to be taught some lessons.”