Cuffed and Collared

By Kastil Eavenshade

A creature born in sin and debauchery, Markus Theo is as insatiable as they come. He’s relegated himself to a rather shallow life of sucking souls and committing petty theft—until a sexy half-incubus cop cuffs him to a table for more than just questioning. A prison cell is the least of Markus’s worries when tempting Detective Leo Vincent collars him and ignites a hunger like no other. Something stirs beyond the carnal greed and one kiss brands his damned soul.

Lost in a world of submission and sin, Markus will do anything for his lover—even infiltrate the underbelly of an incubus crime operation. But when a piece of his past surfaces and threatens to destroy everything, he must choose between losing Leo or his anonymity. Never wanting to return to the emptiness that was his life before, Markus prepares to sacrifice his freedom for the one thing he has never known. A man he truly loves.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Mar 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781772337631

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Copyright© 2016 Kastil Eavenshade

ISBN: 978-1-77233-763-1

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Carlene Flores

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

For Jay Aheer for reasons she knows *wink, wink*. To Evernight Publishing and all the wonderful authors I've met—Thank you for the support and encouragement. This journey would have been a lot harder without the shared laughter and heartache. You are my family spread across the world. Carpe diem, bitches.

CUFFED AND COLLARED

Kastil Eavenshade

Copyright © 2016

Chapter One

Donnie lay beside me, his shallow breathing the only thing indicating his awareness of what I drew from him. His puckered hole was tight against my invading cock. My thrusts were slow, methodical. I needed sustenance, but the act in which I used to further my existence thrilled me.

Quite simply, I loved to fuck.

The latest human I syphoned from had an agreement with me. I stole whatever he desired, and his ass was mine to bury my cock deep. His only request was that my sating didn't take so much that he left this world for the next. Hardly something I wished to do. Finding a willing human without beguiling them was a rare treat. Society had become all too aware of my kind and dead, drained bodies strewn in back alleys brought too many questions. I had no intention of leaving this city and starting over somewhere new.

No more, Markus, he begged through his moans of pleasure. Perhaps I was drawing a little too much but my work required strength, and the last job had left me ravenous.

Shhh. I breathed into his ear, my tongue flicking out. Just a little more. My pace quickened. His skin grew cold to my touch. In one final release, my seed filled his backside and I extracted my payment. Because I was not ungrateful, I covered his shivering body with a comforter before I rolled out of bed. Best he not wake for a while. Our agreement suited me, yet his constant whining about the toll was irritating. After all, it was a fair trade in my opinion. The devil was in the details.

The trinket my lover desired was a bauble a former bedmate had allegedly stolen from him. Allegedly. That little word usually meant the person who held the prize had the rightful ownership. In my profession, that mattered about as much as his asking for me to stop. Bargains were bargains and Donnie would give me what I needed. My remorse was that my hunger was less than sated, and I would have to find someone willing elsewhere.

I slipped on a pair of jeans and a loose t-shirt, glancing back at a very comatose Donnie. He'd sleep for at least eight hours. My overzealous maneuver would have a better explanation than greed by then. Promising not to beguile him was starting to cramp my style.

Hunger gnawed at my being and thoughts of manipulating the truth to suit me would wait. The feast came first. My favorite spot happened to be a local bar that catered to my want of male flesh. Not that a woman wasn't beyond my realm if I was desperate enough. I preferred men. A good fuck in the bathroom should satisfy me fully, perhaps even to the point where I would allow the human to live.

Grabbing my leather jacket, I left Prince Charming to recover. I paused and decided it would be kind of me to make sure he at least had a glass of water handy when he woke. Leaving a cup on the nightstand full and ready, I kissed him on the forehead. He groaned.

Maybe when you wake, I'll give that gorgeous cock of yours a good sucking. I could be generous on occasion.

The air outside chilled my skin. Invigorating, but not the high I craved. The scent of decadence wafted off virtually every human who walked past me. My incubus senses were on overdrive. Occasionally, I'd come across my sisters in the never ending quest to dabble in carnal needs. Some succubi wore their curse with pride. Others bemoaned how they had been tricked into service. A few more souls and they would be free. It was a concept I’d never understand. The world around us was laden with promiscuous humans spreading their cheeks or legs to allow entry. Why not live in such luxury? I would agree, however, on one point—the hunger, at its worst, tore at every fiber of my being.

My lifespan being as it was, I had researched what humans perceived of my kind. Most of the literature seemed to be no more than religious spewing to explain the pregnancies of the unwed. Amazing how that same theory didn't apply to the mother of their chosen one. I could not confirm or deny whether that was induced by an ancestor of mine or not. Human history was nothing but the ramblings of self-righteous men. My favorite misconceived notion about incubi was that we were succubi in disguise. Interchanging parts to impregnate a human female to reproduce cambions or as I called them—half-breeds.

I opened the door to Devilkin's Den. Best place in the city to find a quick lay. Joseph behind the bar nodded in my direction. I'd let him bend me over any day but alas, he was straight. His hair laid in layers of dreads and his skin was touched with a hint of coffee palette. I might have fantasized that Donnie was Joseph a few times to spice up my existence. The lack of sexual exhilaration was the one drawback of having an exclusive relationship, which was what I had led Donnie to believe we had. One partner for a lifetime was very obtainable, for a human. Nothing I aspired to achieve.

I sat down at the bar. Joseph poured me a nice honey porter lager. I never remembered the name of the stuff but so long as he did, I was content. The action milling about looked tasty on all levels. My problem would be to convince one of them into a ten-minute romp. I had a lover to go home to, I didn't need another. Not what