Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Eve was minding her business, bleeding on ancient scripture like any isolated virgin in a decaying mansion might, when boom…a portal to Hell opened, and a seven-foot demon with a barbed, sentient c*ck stepped through ready to wife her up.
Aios is not subtle. Not gentle. And definitely not human. But from the second he scents her purity, it’s game on. She’s his now. It’s fated, mated obsession, and zero protection.
Lock the doors. Drop the panties. He’s about to put a baby in her belly and a ring on her finger. But this demon broke the rules when he fell in love. Will these star-crossed lovers have what it takes to find their way to a happily ever after in this world or the down-under? Or will the devil take his due?
Author’s Note: Get your spooky on with this safe, over-the-top, fast-and-filthy demon/human love story that’s heavy on the smut and light on the plot. You’ll find an obsessed, unhinged alpha, a sheltered virgin heroine, and more underworld spunk than you can shake a summoning circle at. No cheating, double cherry popping and a happily ever after that lasts for eternity
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Chapter 1
Aios
Gnarled trees open into a dark clearing as I propel myself toward the door. It’s been a hundred years since the priest sealed the portal behind me, locking me out of one of my many earthly playgrounds.
I claimed this particular earthly dwelling in a soul trade with the man who built it after he took to drinking and gambling and would have put his family on the street if not for making a deal with me.
Collecting human souls has been a hobby for centuries, but it’s been so long since I indulged. The minor pleasure it once brought me long ago faded.
Yet today, I felt the pull, heard the words of the summoning, and knew the door had reopened.
I’m on it within a breath. The entry seal breaks under my palm with a crack like bone snapping, then it swings wide. The warmth of humanity pours out, sending excitement racing through me as I step through.
At the last minute, I feel something familiar latch onto my heels.
Varek. A sniveling little sub-demon that follows me around like an annoying younger brother.
“Let go of me!” I hiss as we emerge on the other side, feeling the air drag through my throat.
He obeys, as usual. That’s why he’s still alive.
A demon of my standing has many sub-demons, but I find most of them useless and have vaporized thousands over the years.
This old dwelling place was a place I toyed with humans, indulging my evil powers for my own entertainment.
Demons get bored, too. My entire existence has been inflicting pain and ruin. Pain and ruin.
It gets dull after so many centuries.
Still, it’s all I know, and today, whatever unfortunate soul has summoned me back here will understand just how skilled I am at destroying soft, stupid humans. Once we seal the pact, I will invent new, painful ways to bring about the end of their earthly existence.
I snarl as I steady my newly-formed body, my bones growing sinuous muscle as the skull that sits on top of my neck solidifies once again.
Some sorcerer has performed the ritual and called me forth. There will be an exchange for the reopening of my playground, something they want and something I will take in return. It’s celestial law, and something even the Big Man down the dark stairs doesn’t question.
I glance over my shoulder, seeing that the entry has already disappeared. There remains only a blank wall beside a tall mirror that hung in that very place the last time I was here.
The wood floor is smoother under my feet, especially down the center, but the echoes of long-faded screams and pleas for mercy still linger in the stale air.
I recognize the yellowed wallpaper. The furniture is mostly gone, but the bones of the old mansion are still in place, though someone has let it go to ruin. The scent of mildew and damp neglect permeate the walls. A once grand plantation-style dwelling with white pillars across the front is now cracking and crumbling.
“Master... My voice burns,” Varak whines, his hands clutching his throat.
“Then stop using it,” I tell him coldly.
Demons in the underworld do not require rudimentary speech to communicate. In the other plane, our voices aren’t bound by lungs or larynx, tongue or teeth. But here, things are different. Many of the natural laws of the human world apply, even to us.
Like the way my breeding apparatus suddenly stirs to life, hardening, lengthening, standing out fourteen inches from between my legs, barbed and sentient. We are connected, of course, but it also has its own mind, its own will.
Find her…It hisses as a low burning in the length has my fingers twitching to soothe myself.
It’s called mating, a rarity for my kind. We live with constant hunger, it’s part of our hell. We can eat but are never full. We can drink wine but never feel the stupor. We bask in flame but still feel cold.
But nothing matches the deep hole of insatiable desire for a mate that we will never find.
“Master…” Varak stares up at my naked member from his place on the floor, a look of terror, shock and awe on his mole-like face. Sub-demons like Varak have no use for such appendages. “Shall I provide you relief?” He sniffs rubbing his rodent like digits together.
“The only relief you can provide is the pleasure I will take in banishing you into an eternity of nothingness. Now, stop talking and stop looking at my phallus you jealous imp.”
The only thing worse than death for a demon creature is the netherworld limbo that neither exists nor doesn’t exist.
I land the back of my bony hand against his head, knocking him backward. His eyes still locked onto my mating appendage send me into a fury.
I’ve never hardened like this before. But there’s a scent here. Something on the air my cock clearly caught it before me.