Damn that meddling roommate! She’d thwarted his nocturnal advances four times in the last two weeks, and it was becoming most taxing. He glanced in the slightly fogged mirror and noticed the dark circles beneath his eyes, the sallow pallor of his face. He shook his head in frustration. Being an incubus was already hard work without having to deal with interrupted liaisons where his astral self was robbed of the chance to spill his seed. That exchange of fluid with his prey formed the psychic link that allowed him to feed, and without feeding, he was expending large amounts of energy with no return. And it was draining him more than he cared to admit. Normally he would have moved on to another woman, someone without an interfering roommate. Hell, he had never fed off one woman for more than two consecutive nights in his entire existence as an incubus, but when it came to Desi, he simply couldn’t stop. She was addictive, and quite frankly, he wasn’t ready to give her up. Desideria de Soto.
