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It’s All Hallows’ Eve and Mara Coleman’s planning some practical magic. Tired of spending her days in Salem alone, she heads out into the crisp autumn forests to summon a familiar. It seems an easy solution to a simple problem.

But as the old adage warns … Be careful what you wish for. Mara’s summoning works more effectively than expected and instead of merely acquiring an animal companion, she allows a centuries-old, cursed creature into her home. And whether she likes it or not, the golden-eyed monster intends to keep her in bed all Halloween!

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Pleasure thrums through my body and I moan, instinctively spreading my legs wide to invite more. The shadows in the room dance and moonlight streams in, the candles on my windowsill low. I stretch, languid like a cat, and smile dreamily, raising myself up onto my elbows. I glance down to find a dark-haired stranger with skin as black as night reverently tonguing my clit.

“Oh, my Goddess,” I gasp, bolts of living electricity sizzling along my nerves, all the way from my fingers to my toes. A pair of brilliant golden eyes with strangely familiar vertical irises meets my gaze. “What a dream,” I murmur, reaching down to tangle my fingers in the lovely, lush, black locks of my dream-lover, encouraging him to greater depravity. A moment later I feel the distinct and delicious intrusion of two fingers. They pump inside me, curling viciously upward as they plunder, reaching for the depths of my desire.

I release my dream-lover to grasp at fistfuls of blanket, unable to stop myself writhing against the wicked onslaught of my cunt. “Fuck, yes!” I cry out, my pussy aching with an almost painfully tangible need. “Please,” I beg. “Please, I want your cock!” My clit tingles and throbs along to the beat of my racing heart. It’s an exquisite agony and I find myself thanking the spirits of the All Hallows’ Eve for visiting me in my sleep. Wrapping up Halloween with a nasty visit from an incubus as I dream is just the cherry on top of an already wonderful, successful, and magical night.

“You want my cock, baby?” my otherworldly visitor asks, his glittering, golden eyes flashing as he moves up the bed, his lithe and muscular body hovering over me. “Are you sure?” he hisses.

“Please,” I beg again, the whine in my voice betraying my desperate need. “I’ve been alone so long.” And it’s true. It’s been a few years since my last boyfriend and self-pleasure only scratches the itch so far…

The impossibly sexy stranger seizes my wrists, pinning them above my head in the pillows before his lips catch mine with a bruising hunger. Lost in his kiss, he steals the breath from me as he plunges his cock into my sopping wet pussy, impaling me deep, hard, and fast.

I gasp into his mouth, arching my back, the sensation of being stretched and filled deliciously and mind-blowingly real. This is the best dream I’ve ever had! But the heavenly pleasure is interrupted a moment later when he moves to withdraw and I feel pain. It’s sharp and brief but drags a cry from my lips. His cock is hurting me … like it’s covered in tiny spines. It feels like being rubbed with sandpaper, but a heartbeat later there’s pleasure once more. The juxtaposition of pleasure and pain is breathtaking, intense, and mind blowing all at once.

My dream lover breaks our kiss, his lower lip slack with lust, two small canines visible when he smiles down on me. Then adjusting his position while keeping me pinned and helpless, he begins to fuck me like a true demon of the night. Again and again, he undulates his hips, thrusting and burying himself to the hilt. His firm sac slaps me with every move and it’s erotic beyond my wildest imaginings.

Oh, Goddess! I need to look into summoning an incubus on the daily! I manage to muse in between incoherent moans and garbled, stolen breaths. He releases his viselike grip on my wrists and instead his strong hands find my throat, the tips of curved claws descending ever so slightly into my tender flesh.

Holy shit, yes! I cry out in my mind. I’ve never been more aroused in my life. If only I could find a man like this in the waking world! Someone real who would fuck me senseless for all the days of my life—a man who knows all the deviant things I like and knows exactly how to push my most primal buttons.

“I’ve been watching you,” growls my gorgeous nighttime suitor, his voice like warm, rich, honeyed whiskey to my ears. “I just needed a way in—an invitation into your life and home.”

My breathing is labored as he grinds his pelvis against me, making sure every last inch of him is enveloped by my greedy, tight pussy. The thought of an incubus stalking me has me clutching at his cock, tensing around him sporadically to heighten our mutual ecstasy.

He tightens his grip on my throat, riding me like a beast without mercy. I see tiny pin pricks of light—like dancing stars—swim in and out of my vision before the edges of my dream world darken, and I begin to dip in and out of awareness. There’s nothing but blessed darkness and cock. Before long I lose track of where I begin, and the darkness ends. In my mind, we’re one and yet separate at the same time. I’m a vessel of wild and untamed pleasure. An entity of ecstasy, and a puppet of flesh to be fucked until the traitorous sun rises to steal away my wickedly wanton stalker.

The light returns slowly but surely and my shadowed bedroom swims back into focus once more. But my viewpoint has changed, and confusion sweeps through me, disorienting and disconcerting. I’m no longer on my back, head upon the pillows, staring up into the magnificent molten gold eyes that consume my soul. Instead, I find my face pressed sideways into the mattress and I’m flat on my belly.

“Welcome back, Mara,” hisses my lover from behind me as he thunders away, the new angle of his attack somehow deeper and even more agonizingly delicious.

It feels different … and my cunt aches, empty in his absence. Then with a sudden and startling clarity I realize that he’s buried balls deep in my ass. “Oh, my Goddess!” I breathe in instant panic, trying to raise myself up against his strength.

But my incubus will have none of it and forces me back down without mercy. “No,” he growls, his tone possessive with an edge of danger. “You’re mine now, and I will have you in all the ways I desire. Is that understood, little witch?”