“How?” Ivy blurted out. “I might be a demon, but I do allow cable television.” She shook her head, curls bouncing around her face. “I meant, how would I…” Her cheeks burned so hot she knew it was visible, even in the low light. “Are you asking me to…” Mister Grey smirked as he stirred his tea. “Like I said, I don’t fuck the unwilling. But there are other ways for an Incubus to receive the sustenance we need.” Oh my God, oh my God, oh my— Ivy realized she was staring at the cup of tea he was offering her blankly.
