Chapter 284 – Incubus Physiology
The room smelled like sweat, sex, pride, and kraken brine. The sheets were halfway off the mattress, pillows had been scattered across the floor like fallen shareholders in a hostile takeover, and his body? His body felt like he'd been audited by ten thousand angels with flaming calculators.
He stirred, groaning low, head heavy, limbs heavier. He was naked, obviously, but more than that—he was wrecked. The incubus who prided himself on being untouchable, unshakable, always in control of the books and the bed… had just lived through hours of feral accounting with three very persistent auditors.
Naomi was curled against his chest, hair messy, lips swollen, still clinging to him like she was afraid he'd evaporate if she let go.
Rava sprawled at the edge of the bed, tentacles limp and dangling over the side like abandoned quills, her body glowing faintly with leftover salt-sheen.
