A deep heaviness sank into her belly as she sat up and reached for her clothes. This was it. She would go her way, and he’d go back to fucking a dozen females a week. Or Masumi, dozens of times a week.
Jealousy percolated as they cleaned up in silence, using the little pond of cool water to rinse. Not jealousy of Masumi. Not really. Scotty loved the succubus. Masumi had probably saved the life of everyone in the house. And she was genuinely a good person who cared about the entire family.
It was just too bad Masumi wasn’t free to love. Her species had been bred specifically to fulfill the needs of Seminus demons, and without that, she’d die. Unless she mated with a Seminus demon, Scotty supposed. Was she even allowed to do that? She’d have to ask her someday.
Just as Scotty tugged on her top, a sound, like a snake slithering through ashes, froze her in her tracks. She glanced down at her comms. Sunrise.
“Blade,” she whispered.
Instantly, he was armed and at her side, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air. “Wendigo,” he said in a hushed voice. “Strike that. Multiple wendigos.”
A shiver crawled up her spine, followed by a rush of adrenaline. Those things might be creepy as shit, but she and Blade had been born to slay monsters like that.
“We got this,” she said.
He nodded, shooting her a sly smile. “Let’s put them down before those two idiots show up. I want all the credit.”
“Hell, yeah,” she said, putting out her fist. “Team up.”
“Team up.” He bumped her knuckles, and just like that, things were back to normal.
Perfectly, perfectly normal.
Really.
Chapter 13
Gabriel was pissed.
Raika, who was supposed to be playing for the good guys, had left him, chained to the wall, in Lilith’s torture chamber. He’d sat there, filthy, starving, and writhing in pain, for who the hell knew how long. When you were a prisoner, days were measured in…wait. They weren’t measured at all. Time was one endless enema.
Blood rushed through his ears as he fumed. The thudding pulse sounded like footsteps.
Theywerefootsteps.
Anxiety replaced anger as he lifted his head and watched the entrance with his one good eye.
Lilith stepped into the chamber, and his anxiety topped out. She was carrying a black dildo as thick as a softball bat and embedded with…what were those things?
His heart—and his ass—clenched when she held it up.
Razor blades.
“Hello, my delicious morsel of angel flesh—” She froze mid-sentence, going completely still, except for her gaze, which frantically shifted around the room. Suddenly, she hissed, her lips peeling back from grotesque, jagged teeth. She’d gone from an impossibly gorgeous, seductive temptress to a hideous, red-eyed demon in a flash. Evil was rarely subtle. “Who was here?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Liar!” she spat, her eyes flaring wide with what he swore was panic. “It’s a trap.”
She hissed again, and in a blur of motion, she wheeled around and darted out of the chamber. Three heartbeats later, Raika burst inside, weapons drawn.
“You just missed her,” he said.
Scowling, Raika turned to him. “How far into the chamber did she get before she sensed the trap?”
He shrugged, wincing at the crack in his shoulder. “About halfway.”
“Hmm. I’ll need to adjust the mana load and weaves in the spell.”
