“Demon?” “Archdemon, actually.” Raine tilts his head my way, voice low and gritty. “Here to collect your soul.” My dick is already starting to stir as that masculine hit of how good he smells weaves through my senses. Curling a wisp of a finger beneath my chin and placing an invisible hold around my neck. He’s gotta damn well know that he has me in a chokehold already, turning up here, looking like that. “Ah, well. Vampire.” I touch my tongue against my incisor, before gesturing up and down my body. “So, you’re out of luck . . . I don’t have one.”
