“I think... my demon wanted to fuck you, but he’s not really good at emotions. Even pleasure. He doesn’t feel much except hunger. I think he figured that if we had sex with you together, it would be more enjoyable for both of us—” He broke off and winced. “I sound like a fucking lunatic, sayingwe. Jesus.”
She reached out and clasped his arm. “No, you don’t. It makes sense. And I already told you I think of you as two different people, so it doesn’t seem weird to me.”
“Until today, I would have said my demon was asexual. I don’t think he’s really capable of that kind of desire. But he feels possessive of you, I guess, and he wanted you to have pleasure. And when we had sex, I guess, he kinda wanted to feel close to you. So he let me half shift so I could take the lead a little bit. Except it wasn’t really me, either.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m so confused.”
“If this is the first time your two halves have worked together, it makes sense it would feel strange.”
“Yeah...” He dropped his hand and looked at her. “That is kinda what happened. We were working together.” He started to smile. “Teamwork. Me and my demon tag-teaming my witch.”
She laughed. “You only have one dick, stupid.”
He snagged her around the waist and pulled her against him. “Only need one to make you scream.”
Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, I don’t know, I might—”
“You so much as look at another guy’s dick, I’ll rip it off and make that fucker eat it.”
She started to grin wickedly.
“And then I’ll tear his arms and legs off, and I’ll let my demon feed on him until he shits himself with terror, and—”
“Okay, okay, no need to get so graphic. I have no desire for anyone else’s dick, and I’ll never look at another as long as I have yours.”
“Mine’s the best.” He bent to nip at her throat.
She giggled. Straight-up giggled.So cute.“The very best.”
He growled his approval, and his bites turned to kisses, trailing along her jaw toward her mouth.
“The only one I want,” she murmured, and he figured she wasn’t just talking about dick anymore. “No one else.”
He stopped before he kissed her lips and looked into her eyes. “Only you.”
She leaned in and made contact before he could, but she pulled back from the kiss before he could get busy showing her who she belonged to.
“Now let’s go kill a demon,” she said, and that wicked smile curved her lips again.
“I still haven’t agreed to this plan.”
“But you will. It’s the only plan that makes sense.”
He released her and stepped back. “I don’t want to shift again. For one, I don’t know if I’ll be able to shift back, and for two, my fucking demon obeys Valefor—”
“Not anymore. He turned on him, remember?”
“Yeah, but how sure are you that’ll stick? We’re talking centuries of conditioning, Iris.”
Her eyes softened. Iris’s did. He still wasn’t used to this sweet-talking, soft-eyed Iris.
Part of him was jumpy, expecting her to lash out at any second, but the other part was enjoying the hell out of it. It was nice to not always be walking a knife’s edge with her. It was nice when she looked at him like that.
Fuck that, it was notnice. He was obsessed with it.
“I’m one hundred percent certain,” Iris said firmly. “You weren’t there when he—Well, okay, you were there.” She laughed. “You’re right, this is a bit weird. But what I mean is... I know what I saw. I know the minute he decided to turn on Valefor. I watched him cross that line, and I know there’s no going back. He won’t betray me.”
Meph was hesitant to agree with her, considering what was at stake, but somehow, he believed her. Now that he was thinking about it, he was pretty sure he remembered being able to communicate with his demon, convincing it to listen to him.
When his two sides had come together in the cave, it felt like something had shifted. He wasn’t about to merge completely with his demon—thank god—but he felt a certain level of affinity with it he’d never felt before.
