Chapter 4: Nighttime Boundaries, Daytime Dreams

I tried to get closer to Mason, but his bad temper made him hard to approach. He acted like a cat forced into a Halloween costume—prickly, proud, and impossible to ignore.

Strictly speaking, Ethan was the one I ordered. Mason was the surprise freebie. I wondered if his temper was so bad they couldn’t sell him, so he ended up as a bonus. Maybe there was a warehouse somewhere full of Mason-types, pacing and plotting.

I figured Mason would skip bed-warming duty, but after my shower, there was one incubus on each side of my bed. I hovered in the doorway, towel slipping, every nerve on high alert. The room felt too small for all this heat—and I wasn’t sure whose hands were shaking more, mine or theirs.

The whole bedroom was thick with a hot, masculine scent. It made me think of high school locker rooms, but in a way that made my pulse race.

Ethan smiled and waved. "Jamie, come here." He patted the spot between them, his eyes shining.

Just before climbing in, I snapped out of it. I stood at the bedside. "Once the bed’s warm, you two can go. Your bedroom is next door—I’ve made it up for you. There’s only one bed for now, so you’ll have to share. I’ll order another from Amazon tomorrow." I hadn’t planned for two incubi—the logistics were already a nightmare.

Ethan obediently got out of bed, then paused. "Jamie, don’t you want us to sleep with you?"

I tried out the warm bed. "No need. I’ll call if I need you."

Ethan pulled the sulking Mason away, glancing back with something unreadable in his gaze. "Jamie, is it because we didn’t do well enough?"

"No," I shook my head. "You’ve already done great."

Cooking, washing dishes, warming the bed—just like the reviews said. This was way better than a boyfriend who only ever annoyed you.

The quilt was full of their scent. That night, I dreamed of two barely dressed incubi, both in collars, tied to the bedpost—a scene so steamy I woke up tangled in my sheets, cheeks blazing, half convinced the incubi could read my mind. God, I needed to get a grip.

I actually had a wet dream. And the stars? The incubi I’d just brought home. How embarrassing. I half-expected to find them reading my diary.

I’m just a pervert, even fantasizing about my own incubi. My therapist would have a field day with this.

Although customer service promised ultimate gentleness, it wasn’t supposed to be this intoxicating. In the middle of the night, I was so thirsty I had to get up for water. My cheeks were still burning as I padded down the hall.

Passing by the guest room, I caught Mason’s angry voice: "Ethan, she’s just playing with us." His tone was raw, like he was afraid of being thrown away. I pressed my palm to the door, heart hammering. What if I was the one about to get burned?