Page 11 of I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend

“Do not call me that.” He frowned, and his horns vanished again.

“What? Demon boy? Is that not what you are?” I smirked. “I like it. It fits you just fine.”

“My name is Metice.”

“I’m sorry, did I ask?” I teased him.

“Why are you acting like I’ve done something to you? I didn’t recite a spell that snatched you from your home and dragged you across realms,” he fired back.

“Whatever.” I sipped from the cool drink and then swirled the cup in my hands. The ice clinked against the glass, marking the seconds that passed as we stared at each other.

“That’s what happened, in case you weren’t aware. One moment, I’m enjoying myself in the hellscape watching an interesting performance between two dovetail demons, and the next, I’m here, on… Earth.” He said the word like it left a foul taste in his mouth. “And I have to keep coming here for you until I figure out how to sever this infuriating link between us.”

“I didn’t know the spell would work.” I rolled my eyes, refusing to take any responsibility for his woes. “Like I told you, it was a silly thing I found in a book. I thought it was fiction. And I didn’t specifically call out to you because, until a few seconds ago, I didn’t even know your name. I’m just as put out by all this as you are. Trust me, I had no wishes to be stalked by demons today. If you want to air out your grievances, find the author who put the spell in the book.”

“Why did you do it?” He leaned forward, looking at me as if he could see right through to the truth he felt I would hide from him.

“What?” I frowned and leaned further back in my seat.

“Why did you work the ritual?” he clarified his question. “You didn’t think it would work, so why do it?”

“I was drunk, horny, and thought it would be funny.” I shrugged then played with the food in front of me. “Does there need to be some deeper meaning behind it?”

“Funny?” He grunted. “You thought it would be funny to play with magic?”

“Yeah.” I couldn’t believe it, but his stare made me nervous, like I would choke on my words. “Maybe not funny, ha-ha, but more like funny, I don’t have to feel so pathetic after being ghosted by my friends who chose their boyfriends over me. They left me sitting alone in a bar to be hit on by every scuzzy man who stumbled into that place. The shit was depressing. So yeah, I came home, cracked open a bottle of wine, and had a silly little moment to lighten a heavy night. It wasn’t supposed to work!”

“Sounds like you need some better friends.” He watched me with dark eyes, trying to penetrate the invisible wall I frantically built around myself. “That still doesn’t explain why you fucked me.”

“I thought I was dreaming.” I dropped my head on the table, pushing my plate aside. “Remember the horny part? It’s been a long time since I got me a little something something. Hell, the real-world dudes ain’t giving what they’re supposed to be giving. So yeah, in a dream, standing across from a muscular, mostly human-looking man, with an apparently rotating dick, I hopped on it. I’m still trying to figure out how you got your dick to do that.”

“It does a lot of things,” he smirked as his eyes glinted, almost teasing me.

“Oh?” I raised a brow and dropped my eyes but was disappointed to find my target blocked by the edge of the table.

“Eyes up here, please.” He pointed to his face. “Do you realize you’re not dreaming now?”

“Yes.” I looked across the table at him. “I don’t want it to be true because it means you and your demonic buddies won’t go away, but I know this isn’t a dream. If it was, I’d be able to rewrite this moment and not have to deal with any of this.”

“Okay, so you realize you’re awake.” He leaned closer. “So, tell me, Rayna, why are you aroused?”

“What?” My eyes widened, and I squeezed my thighs together to stop whatever he thought was happening. “I am not!”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed or lie about it. I can smell it, your arousal.” He chuckled and leaned back in his seat. “I thought you were only attracted to me because you thought it was a dream, but I can feel your heat from over here.”

“I’m not a damn dog. I’m not in heat!” Because I didn’t know what else to do, I started cleaning the table. I hadn’t even finished eating, but his intense glare had me putting things away, anything to avoid his accusing stare.

“Say what you want, but you’re aroused.” He stood from the table, crossed the room, and invaded my space. His horns grew with each step, and I swear, it felt like watching his dick get harder. “Your pulse quickens, your pussy is wet, and I smell it. Your body wants me, Rayna.”

“You’re delusional.” I moved away from him, scooting around the large granite island. “I don’t know what drugs they have in hell, but you need to ease up off them.”

And then I questioned if I was the one on drugs, because he disappeared. One moment, he was walking toward me, the next, he was gone. Good. Let him be gone. I took a deep breath, thinking he might actually leave me alone, but of course, he wouldn’t make it that easy.

I took a step back and felt the warm body of a man—a demon—behind me. His chest pressed against my back as his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I gasped as he placed his lips next to my ear to whisper his next words.

“I’m not delusional. I’m darkness, and if you’re not careful, I’ll devour you.” Warm breath brushed against my neck before his lips met my flesh. His kiss lingered on my pulse point, making my heart race and my legs tremble. “Keep yourself safe—unless you want me to drag you to hell with me.”

Before I could come up with something snappy to say about hell freezing over before I’d allow that to happen, he was gone again. I waited longer than I cared to admit for him to pop back into view. He didn’t. I rounded the island and sat on the stool. Right in my line of sight was the wine rack, the decorative piece holding the bottles of sweet nectar that got me into this mess.

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