Glancing around, I noticed the attention to detail—the way the cushions matched the hues of the sand outside, the driftwood centerpiece on the coffee table, and the soft, ambient lighting that cast a warm glow against the evening dimness. It was all so… harmonious.
This was not what I was used to. I was used to darkness, betrayal, sex, and not just in the demon realm. My sex club mirrored the feel of my home.
“It looks like you’re both stuck here for the duration,” Lucas said from behind me.
I turned and flashed him a grin before jumping onto the comfy couch and making myself comfortable. "I don’t think that will be such a burden," I replied, waggling my eyebrows. "I can think of so many fun ways to occupy our time."
Lucas rolled his eyes, and Talon shook his head, their expressions a mix of amusement and exasperation.
“I think we may have some other things to discuss,” Lucas remarked, glancing toward the boarded windows as the sound of rain intensified. “Especially with that storm bearing down on us.”
“Lucas is right,” Talon added, settling into the chair opposite me. “We have a lot to talk about.”
"Talking can be overrated. I mean, we could have a great time exploring and getting to know our bodies instead," I suggested, the flirtation clear in my tone.
Their initial silence stretched, their expressions alight with a flicker of interest, before Lucas shook his head. “I—I really think we should talk first,” he said.
Talon cleared his throat, agreeing, “Yeah, talking first is a good idea.”
“Fine, we’ll talk first,” I conceded with a dramatic sigh. “But I’m sure my ideas would be more entertaining—and pleasurable,” I muttered just loud enough for them to hear.
Lucas laughed and walked to his kitchen. “I’m sure it would be, but we need to clear the air and discuss some things. Things like, what are you? It’s been bugging me since running into you. I mean, I know you’re an ‘other,’ but I don’t know what kind.”
Damn, straight to the point. Talon and his pride had issues with my demon nature—hell, they’d even threatened me. How would Lucas react? Would he run, too?
“Anyone want a drink?” Lucas called out from the kitchen, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge.
“Water’s good,” Talon replied.
“Yes, water for me too… or scotch,” I mumbled the last part hopefully.
Talon rolled his eyes this time, and Lucas shook his head as he returned, handing me a bottle of water and tossing another to Talon before settling on the edge of the couch next to me.
“You know we’re shifters, and our hearing is impeccable—mumbling doesn’t help. So, what are you?” Lucas pressed.
I sighed and closed my eyes, bracing myself. I couldn’t bear the thought of seeing disgust or fear in my duša’s eyes. “I’m a demon.”
“A demon?” Lucas echoed, his voice tinged with a mix of awe and excitement. “Holy shit, that’s awesome! Do you have wings or horns? What does your true form look like? How old are you?”
My eyes snapped open at Lucas’s barrage of questions and his clear excitement. “You’re not… scared of me?”
Lucas shook his head vigorously. “No, why would I be? Wait—” He paused and looked at Talon. “Is Dom the demon you mentioned three weeks ago? The one that had an issue with Mike?”
“Fuck, you heard about that?” I blurted out, caught off guard.
“Yes, he is,” Talon said.
Lucas's gaze sharpened as he turned back to me. “Do you still want Jake? That’s why you threatened Mike, isn’t it?” His tone was serious, and the question pointed.
“No, I—”
“No, you don’t want Jake, or no, that’s not why you threatened Mike?” Lucas cut in, seeking clarity.
“No to both,” I said, biting my lip before continuing. “I admit when I first met Jake, I was all about bend—sleeping with him. But after meeting Mike and realizing they were mates, I just wanted to fuck with them.”
“Fuck with them?” Lucas asked.
“Yeah, I wondered about that, too. You told Walter that day at the club you were bored. That’s why,” Talon added.
