She knew I was an angel, so she probably expected the eyes. What she didn’t know was that I was a hybrid, and my mother had been a demon. My demonic blood affected parts of me that would leave a substantial mark on any mate I took in the future.
A tiny gasp left her when her fingertips came to the six dull spikes running over the seam between my balls. “Those won’t hurt you,” I found myself saying. “They’ll just provide sensation.”