Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Sex? He wanted sex? Pfft. What an oaf! Here she was thinking he’d ask for an organ to nibble on or for her to run off and round up a bunch of Amazonian women to slaughter. This is too easy. She’d already had sex with his vessel a number of times. Yes, Damien had been at the helm, but the beast was always there, too. Right behind Damien’s eyes, watching hungrily.
So what if he wanted to reverse roles?
She smiled coyly and licked her lips. “Give it to me as hard as you like. Just don’t stop until I scream your name.” She pointed a finger in his face. “You come before me, you’ll regret it, beast.”
His wicked smile turned into a lustful gleam. He picked her up by the waist, carried her to a large tree at the side of the trail, and turned her around. “I’m going to make sure you finally know the difference between me and my brother.”
“Mmmm…intriguing. Oh, before I forget, when you are done, just ask the vampire to go willingly to LA.”
“Ask? I do not ask,” snarled the beast.
“Then demand. Just be sure to say LA.”
“Whatever. Now hold on, witch.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Cimil was tearing open a bag of marshmallows in the backyard, preparing for a big roast, when Minky suddenly appeared. Or whatever invisible unicorns did.
“Minky, what are you doing back from the jungle so soon?”
Cimil listened to the unicorn frantically squawking about some story involving Damien, Willa, and his beast.
“You can’t be serious.” Cimil tossed a marshmallow into the firepit. “I think you’re making it up. Perhaps all that time you spend with your mate—Mittens the hellhound—and your demon-corn children has warped your unihorn.” Minky and Mittens had fallen for one another during the Great Explosion. It was an unnatural pairing, but Cimil had to let the creatures work that out for themselves.
All Cimil cared about was that Minky had come back to work for her. Best spy ever! Also, best weapon ever. Minky could get pretty stabby.
“Agreed,” Cimil said. “Working for me is better than Masturbatory Mondays, Taco Tuesdays, and Whateverthehell Wednesdays. It’s everything an evil, magic creature wants in a career—answering to no one, killing whomever you like, lurking in the shadows and invading people’s privacy. It’s like being in the CIA except we don’t pretend to be the good guys.”
Cimil nodded at Minky’s reply and blew her a kiss. “I get you too, Minkster. Except I’m not following what you just told me. You were spying on Willa in the jungle, and Willa is spying on Damien in the jungle? And now Willa and the beast are gettin’ busy against a tree?”
Minky nodded.
“Oh no. Oh no. I did not see that coming. This is not good, Minky.”
Cimil listened to Minky’s screeches.
“Oh gods. You’re right. If the beast got her pregnant, that could throw the entire world for a loop. It could spark a bloodline of earthbound demons!”
Cimil dumped the entire bag of marshmallows into the pit, followed by lighter fluid. How did I not see this coming? Crapola! If her brethren learned of this fuckup, she’d be in a major timeout.
It had cost the gods greatly to cleanse the human world of demons and seal off all demon portals into the human world once and for all. Sure, a few innocuous demons remained illegally, such as Bonbon and Gorgonzolina, but they were never a big deal.
It’s the other ones people have to worry about. Some demons could enter a person’s body and steal their life. And nuke codes. Others loved to hijack your social media and send annoying photos to all your friends. But the worst of the worst were so evil, so violent and powerful, they were capable of busting through the gods’ seals on the demon portals.
Rage demons. Cimil shivered in her pink lederhosen.
That was why hundreds of years ago, when the gods had devised a plan to rid the world of demons, step one was to capture the rage demons instead of sending them back to their realm.
But what sort of prison could possibly contain such a powerful beast?
Therein lay the question of all questions. The big greasy enchilada of questions.
It had been Cimil’s idea to bind these rage demons inside a human male with a bloodline stronger than the rest. A bloodline known for conquering and never surrendering. The Greystones were an ancient people who loved their gold adornments, fine woven fabrics, and, most importantly, enslaving the most vicious of immortals to do their bidding.
That’s right. These rage demons were imprisoned inside hardened warriors known for subduing the most violent creatures.
The assumption was that as these original Greystone men died, the rage demons would die with them. Extinction.
But uh-uh-uh… Not so fast. What Cimil had not anticipated was that the demons would fuse to the human, and when new children came along, they carried the demons’ genes like a hitchhiker.