“Is that jealousy I’m sensing?” I ask, trying to hold back a laugh. I’m a righteous dick because I love that she seems territorial over me. I won’t torment her about her possessiveness for too long; I’d just like for her to admit that she actually does want me.
Hazel stumbles closer to the sliding glass door that leads to the balcony overlooking the bottom floor of Rut.
I shamelessly follow her.
No part of me liked seeing the angel’s hands on her when I found her in the alley, but I’m even more frustrated that I wasn’t around to protect her.
My hands land on her hips, giving a tender caress as I slide my tail around her front, pulling her back to my chest.
“You’ve got to stop assuming the worst about me. I’ve already told you. There’s only one woman I’m interested in.” I pat her sides to convey who I’m talking about.
My head tilts as Hazel’s head falls back against my chest. No matter how many times I blink, I can’t make sense of what I’m seeing.
Hazel’s jaw hangs almost to her chest, and a double layer of razor-sharp teeth lines the top and bottom of her mouth.
I’m a demon.
We aren’t easily disturbed.
I still squeal like a stuck pig, stumbling away as I rip my tail from her stomach.
“What the bloody fuck is happening?” I choke out, jabbing a finger at the monster. “What did you do to Hazel? Gods, Hazel, if you can hear me, I’m going to find an exorcist. You’re going to be okay.”
I’m so frazzled that even siphoning takes too long. I’m in the process of thinking of where I want to materialize when the creature that inhabits Hazel’s body spins around, wrapping a clawed hand around my throat.
“You didn’t lie about your desire for me, but I’m going to guess this changes things.” The voice is very Hazel-like, but it comes out with a demonic hiss and too much joy to be Hazel. I don’t think she would be enjoying my fear this much.
“Sorry about this, baby doll.” Stretching my wings, I rise in the air and kick the creature in the torso.
Shit.
It doesn’t budge.
The next thing I know, we’re siphoning.
My back lands against my bed, a few feet away from where we started, and Hazel crawls on top of me.
Her hair falls over my face as I will myself to fight back. I mean, it’s hot having her be so in charge, but it’ll be significantly less sexy if she eats my face off.
It’s kinda my moneymaker.
Not to mention, it would kill the mood.
Her nails dig into my throat as her face inches closer to mine.
My hands are out, palms up, similarly to how humans act when they’re being detained by a police officer. Except, I’m on my back.
Goddammit.
I’m probably going to have to fight her…unless I want to die. It wouldn’t be a permanent death. I would reanimate in the pit in Hell, but I’d lose all my memories of this life, which isn’t cool.
I’m still hesitant to battle it out with a woman. Especially one I’m intimately interested in. It would be different if we were on a battlefield.
Goddammit, you’re going to have to defend yourself.
“What are you?” I choke as a forked tongue slides out between her sharp teeth.
“Hungry,” she hisses, flicking her tongue over my cheek. “But don’t worry. I have no plans to kill you. I just need to soak up some of that extra lust that clings to your aura.”
