Chapter 159: Black Coffee Tastes... Sweet?

"Rose, sweetheart," Fredrinn said in his sweetest, most affectionate voice, holding out the white ceramic mug like a rare prize. "This drink is amazing! You must try it yourself! Come, have a sip!"

Rose squinted her crimson eyes slightly, studying him for a couple of seconds with sharp, calculating curiosity.

If she noticed the subtle twitch of mischief lingering at the edge of his lips, she didn’t let on. With a gleeful hum, she hopped off the plush king-sized mattress and strolled across the suite.

She wasn’t in the least bit bothered by his complete lack of clothes, nor by his bare member hanging loosely between his muscular thighs.

To her, Fredrinn was simply her man, and his natural form was something she welcomed without shame.

Instead, as she glided forward, Rose languidly stretched both arms high above her head.

The movement pulled the smooth fabric of her tight red dress taut across her front, lifting her perky breasts into full display while the sensual roll of her hips accentuated every curve of her behind.

By the time she reached the small wooden dining table, Fredrinn’s eyes were already thoroughly distracted.

Rose tilted her head, peering down into the cup. The liquid inside was a swirling, opaque abyss of burnt umber, sending up faint, roasted wisps of steam.

"This is good?" she asked, looking back up into his face.

For her, if he had said it, then it must be the truth.

Even so, she had caught Jenny’s barely suppressed grimaces when she was the one drinking it earlier, thus she didn’t let her suspicions down completely.

"Yes, absolutely. Try it, try it," Fredrinn urged with an earnest, beaming smile, nudging the warm ceramic closer to her soft lips.

Rose, however, kept her mouth shut tight.

Instead of leaning down to drink from the rim, her gaze drifted from the porcelain vessel straight to Fredrinn’s mouth. A slow, tantalizing spark lit up her eyes.

"Hubby, feed Rose," she purred, her voice dropping into a low, irresistibly cute tone.

She offered a tiny, theatrical pout, pushing her glossy lower lip out just enough to make her request completely impossible to refuse.

As their eyes locked, the faint, heart-shaped sheen of her innate charm flickered in the depths of her irises.

Because of Fredrinn’s new Greater Incubus Body skill, her succubus superpowers were now ineffective against him. At least she couldn’t mind control him into doing something he didn’t want to do.

Yet, who ever claimed a woman needed supernatural abilities to bring a man to his knees?

Superpowers might help tip the scales, but when a breathtaking woman wraps her gaze around a man and asks for intimacy so sweetly, logic simply packs its bags and leaves.

As a great man once said... All it takes is a smile.

Fredrinn was no exception.

He swallowed audibly. The sheer brazen temptation hanging between them was too potent to resist, completely derailing his juvenile scheme to prank her with the scorched black brew.

Without a word, Fredrinn brought the mug to his own mouth and took a deep, generous swig.

He held the bitter liquid on his tongue, now swallowing it instantly like before as he leaned in Rose’s direction slowly.

Rose’s smile widened into something sultry and triumphant. She reached out, wrapping her slender, pale arms around his broad, bare shoulders.

With an eager tug, she pulled his chest flush against hers and captured his mouth.

Over by the kitchenette counter, Jenny could only sit frozen, her knuckles white against her knees as her jaw slacked open in disbelief.

She couldn’t count how many times she called Fredrinn a shameless bastard in her head, but she knew one thing...

She hadn’t called him that enough times yet.

Rose tilted her head, fluttering her long dark lashes shut as she parted her lips and welcomed him in.

Fredrinn allowed the dark coffee to pour smoothly past the barrier of their teeth, letting the hot liquid transfer from his mouth into hers.

It was messy, reckless, and intensely intimate.

A few stray, dark droplets escaped the corner of their locked lips, sliding down their chins and dripping down Fredrinn’s bare collarbone, leaving faint, glistening trails against Rose’s striking crimson dress.

Neither of them gave a damn about the mess. They stayed locked together, their tongues tangling through the warm rush of the brew until Rose’s throat gently contracted, swallowing every drop down in steady, rhythmic gulps.

When she finally pulled back, it was with pure, composed elegance.

She let out a soft, satisfied breath, the pink tip of her tongue darting out to trace the rim of her upper lip, cleaning away the bitter remnants.

She looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, her cheeks dusted with a faint, demonic flush.

"It tastes sweet, hubby," she whispered, her voice velvety and utterly sincere.

Fredrinn stared at her, stunned. Hearing those words delivered with such raw, earnest affection sent a surge of heat directly down his spine.

His Incubus physiology took the cue like gasoline thrown onto a roaring flame.

Blood surged violently downward, rushing into his half-limp length. In a matter of seconds, his cock snapped to full, rigid attention, rising proud and thick right before Rose’s eyes.

Rose didn’t flinch. She simply let out a pleased, purring giggle, looking immensely proud that her simple remark and a simple kiss could provoke such an immediate, primal reaction from her mate.

’No fucking way... Not again... You have to be kidding me!’

Jenny buried her face into her hands, fighting the overwhelming urge to tear her own hair out by the roots.

She wanted nothing more than to melt into the floorboards and cease to exist.

She had already spent the last half an hour enduring the agonizing torture of listening to Andrea’s lewd, breathless cries from the other side of the room while she pretended to be invisible.

And now, barely ten minutes after finishing with the brunette, Fredrinn was standing there completely naked, fully erect, and looking at the demon girl as if he wanted to tear her dress to shreds and take her right against the edge of the dining table!

Her eyes darted resentfully toward the half-empty cup resting in Fredrinn’s hand.

A sharp, hollow pang of jealousy twisted in Jenny’s gut.

For a fleeting second, she found herself bitterly wishing that it had been her sitting in Rose’s position, receiving that brazen, mouth-to-mouth feed.

How could Rose call that bitter coffee sweet with a completely straight face?

Even Jenny, who had drunk black coffee many times couldn’t claim to like it or call it sweet in any fucking way!

Was there something wrong with the demon’s taste buds, or had sharing it with him somehow transformed the taste entirely?

Before Jenny could unravel that thought, Fredrinn spoke again, dashing her hopes of peace.

"Surprisingly... it really doesn’t taste bad anymore," Fredrinn murmured, running a hand through his damp hair.

His gaze dropped down to his throbbing cock, then drifted hungrily over Rose’s curves. "Though... that only makes me want to taste something even sweeter~"

Rose leaned into his touch, her eyes gleaming with dark, willing compliance.

"No, you two! Wait up! Stop right there!"