#seducemeotome

Mika takes a steadying breath before setting out with a determined pace.

This is important. She tells herself.

She could still feel the punishing grip Malix’s had on her hair that night. Her fingers twitch up the touch her scalp at the memory, then curl into fists.

How dare he! Her fingernails dig into the flesh of her palms as her fists tremble.

That bastard broke into MY home! Mika walks faster, practically stomping down the stairs, the echoing sound of her feet on the stone accentuating her mood.

He threatened me! Her heart was pounding, face flushed with ire. If her mother were here, she would chastise Mika for ‘getting so worked up’, but Mika doesn’t give a crap about propriety right now. This is life and death. He threatened MY incubi… I mean the incubi..

Mika’s heart falters at her mistake. Her face flushes further at the implication of her errant thought. Her embarrassment circles around her head, fueling her anger.

“Goddammit!” Mika shrieks as she kicks open the back door.

The five incubus brothers freeze and turn to stare the commotion in unison. They look like someone paused an action movie. James, Damien, and Erik and circled around Sam with wide stances and outstretched arms. Matthew, for his part, has a foot planted in the center of Sam’s chest while his brother holds him aloft with a first-full of his shirt.

Mika’s eyes dart to the trail of dark hair that peaks out from Matthew’s shirt and runs down into his jeans. Her blood pounds harder in her ears as her mind is momentarily derailed imagining the parts of his body obscured by clothes.

Shit I’m staring! Mika shakes herself remembering why she’s here.

“Fuck Malix!”, She shouts. Her voice sounds unfamiliar in her ears.

“Hell yeah!”, Matthew agrees with a grin as he wiggles out of Sam’s grip.

“Uh… yeah?”, Sam looks at Mika like she just said the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. She shoots him glare back, but before she can open her mouth the retort Erik appears in front of her.

His wide-eyed deer-in-the-headlights stare remains, “Princess! Did something happen?”

“I’m sick of waiting for him to jump out of nowhere and attack me. I’m going to kick his ass!”

Damien flinches as the flames surrounding Mika’s aura burn brighter

“Oh, like you kicked his ass after the party?” Sam is still wearing that smug face as he rolls his eyes towards the small-framed woman.

Mika grits her teeth, she knew that Sam was not going to like her idea, but he is being even more of a prick than usual, “That’s why you’re going to train me.”

“There’s no reason the fret, miss” James places a gentle hand on her shoulder, “Your grandfather placed a protection spell on you, and the house.”

Mika lets out a frustrated hiss, “and that didn’t stop him from breaking in and—”

Hot emotion grabs Mika by the throat. She doesn’t have a word for what he did to her. She wasn’t hurt physically, but her safety and sanity felt shattered. The implication that he could do much worse claws at the back of her mind.

James’ eyebrows knit together in concern. As he opens his mouth, Damien pulls him away by the elbow, “Nope. She’s right. This is a problem for Sam.”

“Me?!” “Him?!” Mika and Sam protest in unison.

Mika continues, “I meant to train with all of you”

Matthew peers at something near her- rather that at her- before adding, “Yeah, this is definitely Sam’s expertise.”

Matthew shoos Erik into the house and Damien follows, pulling James with him. Mika and Sam are left alone in the backyard, glaring daggers at each other.

After a long moment of silence Mika explodes, “How am I supposed to defend myself if you won’t fucking teach me!” She kicks a stray rock directly at Sam’s face. He dodges easily and watches as it lands a ways behind him. When he turns back towards Mika his eyes and half lidded, pupils blown wide.

Mika recognizes that look from the moment she first met him. The memory of their kiss stirs that warm feeling in her gut. “This isn’t about your damn energy!” She wishes she could wipe that look off his face but settles for shoving his shoulder.

Suddenly Sam’s index finger is poking her forehead, “Bang, you’re dead.”

Mika swats his arm away and takes a fighting stance.

Fingers at the side of her throat, “Bang, you’re dead.”

She growls and moves to punch at Sam’s chest. Her first whiffs through the air as his longer arms hold her out of range, “You’re tiny, doofus. You’ll never lay a finger on Malix like that!”

Red flickers at the edge of Mika’s vision as she drops under Sam’s arm and kicks his foot out from under him. As Sam falls, she jabs a finger in his gut. “Bang, you’re dead,” she mocks his smug tone.

“…woah” Sam is making that dumb face again. His mouth is open, face slightly flushed, breathing fast as he stares up at her. Mika’s heartrate spikes as something feral in her enjoys looking down at the flustered incubus.

Her moment of glory is short-lived. Sam takes advantage of her distract to aim a sweeping kick at her feet.

Mika lands hard on Sam’s chest. He quickly rolls to pin her on her back. Mika struggles against Sam’s forearms pressing down on her own.

Sam’s chuckle draws her attention to his face, inches from hers. When their eyes meet Mika’s body floods with heat.

The two draw shaky breaths as their faces inch closer. Mika can feel Sam’s hot breath on her face. Her eyes flick to his lips.

Only one movement away. She considers.

When she looks back to his eyes, they’re glowing gold.

She freezes. He could do anything to me and I wouldn’t be able to stop him. Mika’s eyes widen and dart around, looking for an exit.

“Fuck—I’m so fucking sorry! I—” Sam fumbles as he sits up away from Mika.

Seeing an opening, Mika hooks her knee behind Sam’s and pulls it our from under him. She throws her bodyweight on top of him. Her right leg is wrapped around his left as her hips straddle his. Mika pins his wrists on either side of his head with all the force she can muster.

She smirks with satisfaction as Sam’s tentative movements fail to break her hold.

“Hey, I don’t want to hurt you. I—I don’t know how much strength to use…” Sam’s voice is the quietest she’s every heard him.

Sam’s thigh presses between Mika’s in his restrained struggle. She bites back a groan as the brief moment of friction sends delicious tingles up her spine.

The incubus freezes. When their eyes meet again the electric feeling is back, magnified by the growing heat in Mika’s core.

They’re green again. Mika notes Sam’s eyes, wide but devoid of that magical glow. This feeling isn’t his doing.

 The boy underneath her turns his head to the side, face bright red and practically panting. Mika feels something pulse against her hip.

Pride blooms in her chest. Mika experimentally grinds down on Sam’s thigh again, this time letting her breath shudder near Sam’s neck.

He gasps and snaps his gaze back to her own. Mika feels unbearably hot. When his eyes flick down to her lips she answers his silent question with a breathless whisper, “please.”

The tension snaps as their mouths crash together.

The kiss is frantic. Sam’s chapped lips move quickly against her own and Mika pushes back with equal fervor.

As she releases one of his wrists to grasp at the nape of his neck. Sam’s hips thrust against hers as they moan into each other’s mouths.

Sam’s newly freed hand slides over Mika’s backside and gives a sharp squeeze. She gasps and pulls back to give Sam a glare that’s a poignant mix of hate and lust, “What was that?!”

“You’re so hot when you’re angry” he groans unabashedly.

Mika only has time to blush before both of Sam’s hands are on her ass guiding her to fully straddle his lap as he maneuvers a seated position. “But I think we have to stop if you don’t want energy. I mean don’t want me to—I don’t wanna accidentally—”

His rambling is cut off as Mika presses a hot kiss into his lips. When she finally pulls away Sam is beat red and breathing shakily. His eyes flash between green and gold. “And you’re hot when you’re flustered” she says with a wink.

Sam’s eyes settle on gold and Mika dives headfirst into the tingling sensation that washes over her. “Sam..” she whines, a desperate edge to her voice as the heat in her core melts into an ache.

He grabs her hips and pulls her to grind against him. Her clothed sex rubs against the bulge in his jeans.

Mika’s energy swirls around her body, like a drain funneling down between her thighs, demanding to be released with each delicious movement that touches Sam.

Sam moans into the base of her neck. The vibrations make Mika’s bones feel like Jello.

Mika grinds against him in earnest, chasing a tightening feeling in her core and the whisper of his breath hitching against her neck.

Sam’s sucking bruises into her neck. The feeling of his tongue licking the marks has her biting her bottom lip and shivering against him. A sharp suck sends a small jolt of paint down her spine. Mika retaliates by biting Sam’s neck. The taste of the salt of his sweat does something to her insides and she bites down harder.

“Fuck” Sam breaths as a big sip of energy is pulled from Mika’s mouth. Mika’s head spins at the sudden loss.

He presses sloppy kisses from her ear to her collarbone. His hands push the hem of her top up as his fingers explore her stomach. They trace the edge of her bra and Mika shudders.

She slides her hands under Sam’s shirt and appreciatively traces the muscles as she works up to his pecs. She reaches around to his back and pulls him roughly to her, capturing his lips again.

Mika catches Sam’s bottom lip between here teeth as he breaks the kiss. Mika gasps as the sharp pull of energy appears again. “You’re going to pass out if you keep doing that” Sam groans, pressing her body close to his.

“What if I do this?” Mika teases as she grinds her hips down hard.

“This—” Sam thrusts up into her, “I know how to deal with”

“How about this?” Mika asks as her fingers trail around the waistband of Sam’s jeans and toy with the button.

“Yes” He breaths.

Mika pops the button open and slowly unzips the fly. She palms his length through his boxers. Sam groans as he pulls her in for another kiss. His tongue slides against her own.

Mika traces the tip of Sam’s cock with her finger, spreading the precum further down his head. Sam’s hand flies between her legs. Mika can feel the wetness in her panties as she rolls her hips to press her clit into Sam’s palm.

Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, spiraling down into the bundle of nerves Sam helps her work. His other hand slides over her bra and massages her breast.

Mika makes an involuntary noise and grasps Sam’s cock harder. She pumps up and down his length before reaching down the waistband of his boxers to fully grab him.

Sam bites his lip as he thrusts into her hand. His fingers at her core press up, pushing fabric into Mika’s entrance. Her hips faulter and she whines Sam’s name again.

His fingers deftly unbutton Mika’s jeans and slide into her panties. She shudders violently as he gently traces her clit.

Mika’s thumb rubs over the head of Sam’s member, drawing a shaky breath as his hips twitch forward. Her hand circles the base of his cock and glides to the head, bringing precum down with her during each stroke.

Sam’s fingers circle her entrance. Then he presses one finger agonizingly slowly into Mika. She bucks her hips uncontrollably. Sam slides his finger completely out, then presses back in with two.

Mika’s entire body feels white hot as she rides Sam’s fingers. The only thought in her head is to chase her rapidly approaching peak.

Sam thrusts to meet her strokes and for a few moments the pair are completely adrift in their joint pleasure.

The damn suddenly breaks. Mika is clenching around Sam, her vision glowing white around the edges. The waves of pleasure overwhelm the incubus, and he quickly follows Mika is his own orgasm.

They fall back into the grass. Mika resting on Sam’s chest as they do nothing but shudder and try to catch their breaths for a few minutes.

“You were right to fight in close combat with an opponent with a longer reach…but I think fucking them would take too much time in the middle of a battle” Sam teases.