Betrayed by the Incubus by Nicole Graysen Page A

penetrating the house. She could have walked through the walls, but that wasn't this daughter's way. She preferred to push the boundaries of power and his patience.
     The roar of crashing waves drew him to the cliff's edge. Seven hundred years weighed upon him—a bitter, empty existence that should have been more. Tendrils of obsidian power snaked from the inner core of the incubus soul and wrapped around his heart. "You are not alone," it whispered in the night.
    His thoughts refocused on the revenge within his grasp. Fiona Nightengale Richardson would pay for her many-times-removed grandmother's betrayal. She'd provide the child he desired.
    He removed his shirt and reveled in the caress of the ocean breeze against his skin. His heart filled with a longing for the sky. Even the unquenchable hunger of the dark power within him could not match the thrill of gliding between air currents. But in the end, his revenge would be worth the forfeiture of his wings.
    His knees buckled. He dissolved into a fine mist and entered the locked house. To survive he leeched the emotions of others. At night, he gorged himself on their dreams, reveling in the loss of control by the subconscious mind. Soon enough he would indulge in the seduction of his main target.
    For now, he corralled the lust for revenge coursing through him like a wild stallion. It would have to sustain him until Fiona arrived.
    Only in the ecstasy of sex could his fantasies come alive.

Chapter Two
     
     
    Spasms wracked his body as hunger drove Phillip to the edge of his control. Lance and Fiona settled into the house two weeks ago but the platonic nature of their relationship unnerved him. Each day as Lance left for work, Fiona kissed him. But the man avoided touching her. Lance never groped Fiona's breasts, squeezed her ass, or rubbed the sweet spot between her thighs. He did nothing to stoke the passion languishing within his wife.
    Unless Phillip absorbed an intense wave of fear, passion, or rage within the next day, he'd lose the ability to maintain his invisibility. Already his body manifested when illuminated by sunlight. Forced to cling to the deepest shadows in the corners of rooms, his voyeuristic plan to learn the couple's intimate behaviors crumbled like the triple chocolate brownies Fiona ate to cope with her loneliness.
    Then the phone rang.
    As Lance answered the shrill cry, Phillip would've ignored the call except airy feminine laughter caught his attention. He followed the other man into another room and discovered the reason for Lance's disinterest in Fiona.
    An affair.
    His blood boiled on Fiona's behalf, but he wouldn't hesitate to use the breach of trust to his advantage. Observing Lance with his mistress would provide him with the insight needed to mimic Lance's behaviors in order to seduce Fiona.
    Concealed within threads of illusion, Phillip rode in the passenger's seat while Lance drove into town. The car stopped in front of a typical two-story, two-car-garage suburban home. A warm and inviting front porch and white picket fence completed the family dream home atmosphere. Philip's intuition insinuated whatever happened tonight would lead the family far from their ideal dream.
    A localized wind drew his attention to the roof as Cassandra landed. She would prove useful tonight.
    No one met them as he trailed Lance through the house. Professional portraits of two children and crayon art decorated the walls. They stopped before a door he assumed led to the master bedroom.
    "Be strong. You can tell her no." Lance braced himself before entering the room.
    A couple sat on opposite sides of the bed. Phillip ignored the ordinary human male with sandy-brown hair and brown eyes. The striking woman with white—blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes made his cock hard and enflamed his hunger. She possessed more Harmonian genetics than human.
    Already betrayed by one angelic female, he fought his body's instinctual response to the desire she raised. In his