Incubus Master: Captured 2
by
Yamila Abraham
Cover by Barbara Apostolico
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Chapter 4
Figaru added an avocado to Jinady’s things. Scor scarcely noticed this in his haste to escape his home. When Jinady saw it in his cabin his face brightened. He picked it up.
“Oh.” He smiled.
Scor looked him over. It was nearing evening. His face was no longer reddened. He went through his few possessions with a slight smile.
“You seem better,” Scor said.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”
“How’s that?”
Jinady gave him a genuine smile. “I just am.”
“You don’t have to squelch your pain for me.” Scor had a dubious expression as he said this. The mortal’s spirits seemed lifted both outside and in. He would have suspected Figaru interfered somehow, but the demon had been in his home all day.
Jinady put his things in Scor’s soldier’s chest. “I have a new perspective now.” He closed the lid. “Let’s stop talking about it. I don’t want to get sad again.”
“Yeah. Sure thing.”
Jinady looked at him. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine now you’re here.”
This was point of fact to Scor, but the words made Jinady blush.
He next asked where he’d been all day. Scor told him the truth before considering the question. Jinady didn’t seem the jealous lover type. Were they even lovers? Mortals always seemed to need a transition period between mates.
“I need to go to the mess hall for dinner.”
“Nah, stay. Eat here. I’ll get a page to bring you a tray.”
Jinady sat at the small table. “At least get a drink or something for yourself. It could be like… We could have dinner together.”
Scor winked at him before turning towards the door. He was grinned while ordering with the page. Jinady’s nervous blush was in his minds-eye. In a short while there was a platter of food for Jinady and a pitcher of strong beer. Jinady poured himself a mug, and then wrinkled his nose after a sip.
“This is awful.”
“Does the trick.”
He cut into his meat. “You don’t have to get me drunk. I—I know what the deal is.”
Scor hid his elation. “You told me to get a drink, remember?” He pushed a carafe of water into Jinady’s view. “The water is for you.”
“Oh.”
His cheeks flushed to dark crimson. Scor wanted to laugh. What a delight this kid was. Pretty, eager, and still with a touch of innocence.
“You need to relax. Finish that mug at least.”
Jinady stirred his food.
“Anyhow, there’s no ‘deal.’ You and I are lovers. It’s as simple as that.”
“Don’t lovers have to be…”
“In love?” Scor said. “Need trumps love for incubi. I need you. You need me for your guardian. If you want me to back off for a while I’ll put up with it.”
“You don’t have to.”
Scor sipped his beer. He sat sideways at the table to avoid Jinady’s eyes. “You got the advantage over me, precious. I’m falling for you hard. Can’t be helped. You’re a treasure—any incubus can see that. ‘Course I’m going to want to keep you, have you. I know you won’t feel the same. Give me a chance to win you over. Just—keep an open heart for me.”
There was quiet for a while, and then Jinady continued eating. Nothing more was said until the page came to retrieve the tray. Scor sat back at the table. The beer and water remained.
Jinady finished the mug of beer in long swigs that made Scor’s brow rise.
“Let’s not worry about the future,” he said, lowering the mug. “If you’re good to me then, you know, everything will be fine. If you go back to some of your old ways I’ll just leave you.”
Scor eyed him. “Yeah, I figured. You’re no wilting violet.” He poured more beer for Jinady.
“Half. My eyes are already getting blurry.”
“It’s good to cut loose sometimes.”
“Can you even get drunk?”
“Yep. Would take a lot more than this. A pinch of wormwood in the mug helps it along.” Scor topped off his own glass. “I was with Rowan during my ‘old ways.’ We weren’t monogamous. We weren’t what Figaru would call ‘healthy’ either. I was a dumb brute back when we first met, couldn’t even read, but at least I was smart enough to tell he was using me. I used him too, as much as I could. Somewhere in between it all we got addicted to each other. He’d win on cunning, but I’d win on strength. Some times…a lot of the times…I’d hurt him. I’d fuck him too hard, slap him around, or whatever. That was the only way I felt I could keep my balance of the power. I know it was wrong. I was scared I’d go too far and he’d leave me. The truth was—that’s what kept him with me. Rowan hated Rowan more than anyone else. It was like he craved abuse. He didn’t respect the ones who treated him nice, like Leatha and Vandrel. All he wanted was to destroy himself. All I wanted was him. A beautiful mortal to kiss on the mouth and squish my cock into. To stare at when he sat in the sunlight. To love me, need me.”