Impulsively, I pressed both feet to the brake and the Buick lurched to a stop.Whipping my head around to face the windshield, I stared at a man with long, thick, luxurious dark hair.Pale skin with a slight tan.Muscular, sharply defined, tatted up shoulders.In fact, a great deal of ink.He wore a black leather vest with no shirt underneath.The breeze caught his hair, lifting it for a moment to show me pointed ears.
I could have fun decorating those ears with piercings.
My second thought, which was far more important: this guy was a faery or an elf.Except his eyes, under those heavy dark brows and above cheekbones as sharp as glass, were purple.And glowing.Faeries and elves did not have glowing eyes.
Most shifters did, usually when they were excited.
Vampires.Mummies.
This guy was none of that.
He was the other being with glowing eyes.
A demon.
Shit.
Which was my best option for escape: running him over or shifting into reverse?Or should I get out and run?
Nope, definitely not running.This mermaid slash demon did not do running.
The moment the demon’s glowing purple orbs caught mine, I felt athingzap between us.A jolt.A surge of energy that sped up my heartbeat and sent my pulse into the stratosphere and increased my already-high body temperature by approximately a thousand degrees.Hellfire and damnation, I wassweating.
Neither demons nor mermaids sweated.Not normally.
Oh, double shit.
This wasn’t your run-of-the-mill demon.This guy was a lust demon.
And elf?
What a fucked-up combination, although I bet the process of creating him had been hella enthralling.
Which was not the point.A lust demon was the kind of demon no one, and I did mean no one, could resist.Lust demons messed up people’s heads.Convinced them that all they wanted was sex, all the time.Lust demons were worse than succubi.Probably because they created succubi.
Damn, Dad was playingdirty.This was way worse than gunfire.
And I needed to get the hell out of Dodge, or Arrythmia, as it were.
I did not need to sit here in this old lady Buick and watch as a lust demon strolled around the hood to the driver’s side door.A lust demon with incredibly muscular legs wrapped in tight leather pants.And that vest did little to hide the plains and valleys of his finely cut chest.There were so many tattoos on his arms, they looked like sleeves.My gaze was drawn to the leather cuffs on his wrists.They had silver buckles.
Were they for sex play?
Gah!This was insane.I wasn’t even that into sex, normally.I’d tried it, found it lacking, and rarely felt revved up enough to want to do it again.
Now, suddenly, all I wanted to do was strip naked and beg him to have his lusty way with me.Repeatedly.
Not cool.
I was here for a purpose.To hide from my father.It wasn’t a permanent solution, though.Small towns weren’t my thing.As cool as it was that monsters could live their lives out in the open with no fear of discovery, I preferred the hustle and bustle of highly populated areas.Places where there was always something to do, day or night.
Go ahead, call me the heroine from a Hallmark movie.I’d own it.Give me a big city any day.
Sure, until now I’d always ended up in coastal areas, but they weren’t tiny fishing villages.They were metropolitan areas where hundreds of thousands of people lived and yet stayed the hell out of my business.
Pretty much the antithesis of small-town living.
Which meant I would eventually need to work out a plan B.Or was it plan Z at this point?
