Time to return to Hell…and laugh

“I see a clean body doesn’t mean a clean mind.” She arched a brow at him.

Opening his eyes, his vivid blue irises fixed her as Niall’s lips curved into a slow, sensual smile that sent a shiver through her system, one that went on and on, especially once she spotted his sharp fangs. “Lass, if you don’t get off me, all your cleansing work will be for naught because I will take it as an invitation to dip my dick and get sweaty.”

Her nose wrinkled. “You really need to work on your come-on lines. I realize you’re ancient and all, but those kind of remarks went out with the dinosaurs.”

“Does this feel old to you?” He clasped her hips and ground against her ass, transitioning her pleasant shiver into a liquid heat that moistened her pussy.

The shock of it almost made her slit his throat. Aella didn’t like it when her body didn’t behave as expected. And feeling desire for a Scot wasn’t on her list of approved bodily actions. Then again, now that he’d cleaned up, he at least showed potential. Ugh. What is wrong with me? I am not fucking my target. “You got an erection. Big fucking deal. Anybody with access to Viagra can get one nowadays.”

“You have an answer for everything.”

“But of course.”

“Then answer me this? If you’re so unimpressed, then why is your pussy wetting my stomach.”

“I had to pee.”

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Coming August 20th, A Demon and her Scot