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Leandro is a capricious fae, and he has it all: a glamorous casino as his personal playground, more power than he knows what to do with, and Kol’tso, his pet incubus. When Kol’tso tries to push the boundaries of their relationship and provokes feelings in Bryce, a nosy detective, the arrangement becomes more and more complicated. Kol’tso soon finds out there is a high price to pay for angering one of the fae. He finds himself trapped between his nature as an incubus and his desire for freedom. Leandro and his personal security guard Gideon may just be the only obstacles standing between the incubus and everything he wants.


Undone is approximately 122,000 words.


His fingers slipped between the detective’s, and he bit down on his bottom lip as he glanced up at the man.
“You know you do that when you’re confused or unsure?  You’re easy to read,” Bryce said with a smirk. “So what’s on your mind?” he asked, rubbing his thumb along Kolt’s knuckles.
“I might’ve lied, a little, to Emma, and Percy and— you know.”
“The Organization, yeah… what about?” Bryce prompted him to go on.
“Technically incubi can live off of other emotions, and it— We can. Sort of. In a perfect world, maybe, but— it’s hard to get enough out of just normal emotion, and bad emotions. They… drain more energy than they provide, so it’s—” Kolt began, trying to explain it properly.
“You’re hungry,” Bryce concluded, quicker than Kolt had anticipated.
He nodded. “Not a lot, but I’m starting to feel it.”
“After eating all my fucking cereal, too,” Bryce muttered, pushing himself up to an elbow but not releasing his hand. “Okay, so what do I do?” he asked. “Jack off?” he offered with a smirk.
Kolt stared at Bryce for a long moment, before he laughed awkwardly. “Ehm… I guess, yeah. If … if you want,” he answered, with a mild stammer. He hadn’t expected the solution, much less the offer, and he was a little dumbfounded.
 Bryce was quiet for a moment before drawing in a breath and holding it. “Yeah,” he said with an exhale. “I guess I can wank. You know. For the greater good. Take one for the team.”
Kolt snorted another laugh. “You’re not saving the world with it,” he said, bemused.
“Kinda,” Bryce muttered.
Kolt elected not to chase that line of thinking. He knew where it was headed anyway: murder sprees.
“Okay, I’ll just—” Bryce said, and there was a lot of movement on the other side of the bed all of a sudden. “—get started then, I guess.”
Kolt wet his lips, trying to decide whether this was good, bad, or just marginally insane. Perhaps it was a solution, but it just felt weird. “Okay,” he said after a moment too long. He glanced at Bryce, who seemed to have a little difficulty finding his dick. He wanted to say something but didn’t, instead looking back up at the ceiling, like a good Christian wife.
He was keenly aware of Bryce’s breathing. Too keenly, and he realized he could hear everything — the rustle of the sheets, the movement of underwear under it. “You want like, lotion, or something?” Kolt suggested, bringing the whole thing to a grinding halt all of a sudden.
“Ehm— I… There might be some in the drawer on your side,” Bryce said.
Kolt knew as much from snooping around, just as he had figured the detective didn’t particularly want to ask the incubus in bed with him for his wank-lotion. Without delay, he reached into the drawer, grabbing the bottle and handing it to Ackerman, who awkwardly took it.
“This is gonna be weird as fuck,” Kolt finally said. “I mean, me just sitting here like a creep while you jack off secretly, like I’m a nun, and you’re—”
“A filthy priest?” Bryce cut in, with a pointed look.
“Yeah. I mean, it’s just sex. I could just—” He hesitated. “I could just do it for you,” he said with half a shrug, drawing in another breath and looking expectantly at the detective.
“We shouldn’t. Really,” Bryce answered, but his words lacked conviction.
“I shouldn’t be sleeping in your bed either. They’re already going to think the worst if they catch us,” Kolt pointed out, raising his eyebrows at the detective. “Not like we didn’t fuck before.”
“That was different,” the human said, pushing himself up to a sitting position. “Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that you’re not… attractive or something.”
“I’m an incubus,” Kolt replied, deadpan. “I haven’t been unattractive in my entire life. I’m not some chick you’re breaking up with,” he said. “And I promise you, I’ll get it up.” He cast a pointed look at Bryce’s crotch.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, I know you can, but—”
“But what?” Kolt insisted, cutting him off and giving him a daring look. “Your boss? Emma? Time of the month?” he wondered, not sure there was an answer Bryce could give that would actually be a valid reason not to just fuck instead of awkwardly jack himself off while Kolt listened and fed.
“But I might actually get too close to this, because you’re not just some fuck, okay?” Bryce snapped a little irritably.

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R. Phoenix (code name: Raissa) has an unhealthy fascination with contrasts: light and dark, humor and pain, heroes and villains, order and chaos. She believes love can corrupt, power can redeem and that the best of intentions can cast shadows while the worst can create light. She agrees with those who say that the truth is best told through fiction — even though fiction has to make sense while reality can be utterly baffling.


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