“I didn’t realize the Lord had made another demon corporeal,” the blonde snarls.
I don’t really feel like talking to her, so I point to my mouth and shake my head like I can’t speak. The woman rolls her eyes and scoffs.
“He really is scraping the bottom of the barrel these days,” she says. I change my hypothesis over to the idea that my father matches the demon’s appearance to their personality.
I make a note to kill her someday. It’s too early to be coming in and killing people, especially on day one. I think I’m already on thin ice. Plus, I don’t have a weapon on me that could take her out at the current moment, either. It’s a pity, truly.
She and her friends continue on as I observe the room until I get bored and continue down a hallway to the left. I don’t feel any additional wards when I open a door; it doesn’t make a sound, but I quickly realize that it’s someone’s bedroom.
It’s nowhere near as nice as mine, but while it might be simple, it still exudes the same wealth and luxury as the rest of the manor. The sheets are black, and there’s a stained glass lamp lit by the bed.
Like I own the place, I sit on the mattress and look at the open book on the nightstand. It’s in an old language I can’t decipher, so I place it back on the nightstand.
The scent in the room is rich and masculine. I can’t help but find it comforting. It reminds me of this one guy I met in California; he told me he could make me into a star. Unfortunately, I took that opportunity to possess his body instead. It was quite nice being a rich white man for a few days. His mind was too weak to house me for too long, but he smelled incredible. I’m about to roll around in the sheets and embed the scent into my memory when the door opens.
The man who opens the door is tall, built, and sighs loudly. He doesn’t immediately look at me or speak, he just removes his leather jacket and tosses it on the chair in the corner before removing his boots.
“I told him I didn’t want a whore,” he mutters, annoyed. His accent isn’t something I can pinpoint, but it does something to me. Almost as much as his dark jeans clinging to his thighs do. I even like his dark shoulder-length hair. It has a messy curl to it, and I can picture tangling my hands in it and gripping it hard at the roots. He looks like he would like that. I bet messing around with demons is far more fun than any human I had on Earth.
It hits me then that I’ve never had sex asme. It’s always been in another form, and it never felt entirely enjoyable when I was possessing others. I decide I need to have my first sexual experience in my true form as soon as possible.
“I’m not a whore, but if that’s what you’re into, I can certainly play one,” I offer, crossing my legs and planting my hands on the bed behind me.
That’s when he finally looks at me, his intense brown eyes boring into mine. His jaw ticks, but I don’t miss him looking at my long legs while licking his lips.
“Get out,” he grumbles, grabbing the hem of his shirt and tossing it over his head. He’s absolutely ripped, having the body of a warrior, and his shitty attitude even does it for me.
He would be the perfect demon to pop my corporeal body’s cherry.
I stand from his bed, and the man watches me intently as I take a few steps towards him. He doesn’t stop me as my hands touch his abdomen and slide over his chest. “I don’t think you want me to leave,” I say softly, and he glares down at me.
“I’ve never seen you before,” he counters, tilting his head inquisitively. Well, he didn’t ask me to get out again, so that’s progress.
“Do you know every demon?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm, clearly not,” I tease.
His abs flex under my touch, giving away the fact that he’s clearly not as unaffected by me as he wants to be. His fingers wrap around my wrists in a bruising grip.
“What do you want?” he demands. Oh, and he’s paranoid, just when I thought he couldn’t get any more attractive.
“What everyone wants, to feel good. To have a few moments where all I can think about is how my body feels,” I say, getting irritated. I’m looking incredibly hot, and still, he denies me. It makes me want to torture him a little bit. No, patience is important; plus, he’s pretty. I can’t help that I want him so badly. He should be mine.
“He sent you, didn’t he? I told him I was fine.” His grip tightens, and he pushes my hands away from him.
I roll my eyes and walk back to his bed. I’m not sure what this demon’s problem is, and I don’t really care. I just want someone to touch me. This new body needs a serious test ride.
With more aggression than intended, I flick off my heels and unzip the back of my dress, sliding it down my curves until I’m completely nude.
His eyes don’t leave my body, and it fills me with satisfaction as I stare back at him.
“You can either help me get off or watch,” I tell him, hoping that he doesn’t turn around and storm out of the room. He just blinks at me, like I’m the one acting crazy here, although he’s the one with a gorgeous naked woman in his bed and hasn’t done anything yet.
I won’t let him make a liar out of me, so I do exactly what I threatened. I leisurely glide my hand down my chest and stomach until I reach where I’m wet and eager to be touched. I barely make a full circular motion around my sensitive bundle of nerves when his hand wraps around my throat, and a wicked smile takes over my face.
Chapter2
