“Sexy as fuck. A night with a horny demon can cure most ailments.” I jostle his shoulder playfully. “Good to know I can cross ‘jaded lover’off the list of reasons this dude is up your ass though.”
“If we could skip talking about your sex life, that’d be great.”
I snort a laugh as I swing into the driveway leading up to the gate of the compound. “Fair enough. Does this demon have a name?”
“Called himself Xazedose.”
“Za-zah-dose?” I repeat, enunciating each syllable.
“That’s what the witch I asked for help told me. He had a human name too, but I can’t remember it.” He rubs the back of his neck, then grimaces. “I’d describe him to you, but I didn’t get a good look.”
“I thought you said he’s been following you?” I frown.
“He has, but I haven’t seen him. It’s more of a sense, I guess. My dragon is agitated as fuck, and I have this prickling feeling all the time like I’m being watched.”
I growl at the implied threat of it and huff out a cloud of smoke through my nose.
“That’s okay, a name is a good place to start,” I mutter through gritted teeth.
I pull up in front of my house and step out, opening the passenger door for Mac to join me. Once inside, I nudge him.
“Take a shower and relax, eat what you want, stay out of my hoard room, and if you need anything, you know where Lord and the others are.”
“Where are you going?”
Grinning, I reply, “Demon hunting.”
MONTROSE
Tappingmy long nails on the bar, I glance around, looking for a tasty mortal to distract myself with for the night. The energy in this club isn’t ideal, a little too passive for my tastes, but I’ve already been to four others looking for fun. Something is off in the city tonight, or maybe it’s just that things have changed since I was here last. It has been a while. Ten years… wait, maybe thirty. Whatever. Time is meaningless and it bores me to consider.
“Buy you a drink, sexy?”
I turn to my left to look at the tall, beefy man beside me, grinning ear to ear. He’s hot enough, but I sniff the air and his scent does nothing to stir my excitement. Satan’s balls. I’ll know fun when I find it tonight, and this man simply isn’t going to cut it.
“Sorry. I’m waiting for someone.”
Not a total lie. I am waiting for someone who lights me up. I give him a little mental nudge, pushing him away gently without lifting a finger. Humans don’t know they feel it, but he’s already moving on to his next pursuit by the time my sentence is finished, even if he doesn’t know why.
I glance down at my heavily braceleted wrist, smiling as the jewels and precious metals catch the lights of the club. Sapphires straight from the demon realm, imbued with just a touch of lust to give them a stunning glimmer. I know I look good tonight. Not that I don’t every night I go out. An incubus has a reputation to uphold, after all.
But I put a little more effort into my appearance tonight. No idea why. Sometimes a boy just likes to look pretty, I guess. I busted out my favorite black leather bodysuit along with my high heeled boots, and took the time to curl my long ginger locks. I find the look appeals to a variety of mortals, but so far, no catch. At least not one I’m interested in.
Then the door opens, and a breeze blows in, carrying the scent of my most recent nemesis. I twirl around, ready to confront the little twerp currently irking me, but instead I’m met with a vision of tall, dark, and dragonly.Well, hello there.
As the man crosses the bar, his eyes flitting around the club, I drink in his intense sexual energy. Gods of the underworld, he smells delicious. He’s wearing a tight dress shirt that can barely contain the straining muscles beneath it, and slacks perfectly tailored around thick thighs.
My mouth waters. He’s exactly who I’ve been waiting for all night.
Come to Papa.
He turns sharply in my direction, nostrils flaring as he closes the space between us. His gait is all cocky assurance, like he knows he’s sex on a stick, and I’m here for it. I love breaking the confident ones.
When he’s right in front of me, he leans his arm on the bar, nearly closing me in. “Hey, pretty boy. What’s your name?”
“Montrose.” I drag my finger down his chest. “Yours?”
“Valentino.” He leans in and takes a deep breath, his nostrils flaring and his eyes flashing subtly. I can taste his lust hanging in the air when he exhales. “And if you’re wondering whether I live up to my name, the answer is yes.”
