Page 65 of My Demon Mate

It’s not an original name for graphic novels, but no other titles fit. I could have just called it Nightshade, but I plan to keep the revenge storyline going for at least six more books. I didn’t think I’d be able to come up with that many clever titles. So “episodes” it is.

When we returned to Xendail, Raven came into my studio and looked over my shoulder as I drew another frame of Nightshade. He pushed me to send it to a publisher, since I told him it was my dream. To appease him, I did, not thinking I’d hear anything back. I mean, who would be interested in my work?

Apparently a lot of people, including my now agent. He emailed me a few weeks later, raving about Nightshade and how the drawing and novel was impeccable.

I’ve been getting paid good money since the novels sell out so quickly, but I don’t need it here. So I donate it to domestic violence shelters every time I get royalties. At least those people will have the resources they need to help them transition from a terrible situation.

Raven grins, kissing me quickly. “Have I told you how proud I am of you?”

“Every day,” I mutter, kissing him once more.

I don’t plan to go back to Earth, so I have Danae act as my go between, giving my agent my books for formatting and editing. She told him I’m a recluse that refuses to leave the house or meet with him. Luckily, my agent doesn’t give a shit if I show up on his doorstep or not, as long as he’s making money off me.

Raven stands from the bed and holds his hands out to me. I grasp them and he pulls me up from the wet spot I’m sitting in. He walks me to his waterfall bathroom, being sure to clean the come that was leaking from my ass. He hums smugly, stuffing a long, three knuckled finger into my hole. “I love watching you leak for me.”

I squirm, holding on to Raven’s shoulders as he pumps his finger into me. Raven bends down to bite my neck, hard enough to leave a bruise. He finds my prostate with ease, pressing against it urgently, whispering against my neck as he licks and nips at me. Shouting incoherently, I come in a rush, white ropes spraying all over Raven and the shower floor.

After a few beats of getting my breathing under control, I drop to my knees, pushing Raven back and taking his dick into my mouth.

Over the past few months, I’ve learned what Raven likes and how to get him off quickly. Wrapping both hands around his length, I shove him all the way to the back of my throat. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him hard as I pump him off with my hands. I flick my tongue against the notch under his cock, feeling his dick strain at the attention.

“Yes, sweet baby. Suck me hard.” I do as he likes, stroking and sucking. He threads his fingers in my hair and holds me steady as he fucks my throat. I continue to jerk him, swallowing around his cock.

Raven fucks my throat for a few more seconds before he’s roaring another release. I swallow as much as I can, but I never get it all. Raven is a demon and comes much more than the average man.

I let his cock drop from my lips and stand. “I really have to get dressed,” I tell him with a chuckle. Raven breathes a chuckle and washes me up, and I do the same for him.

Hopping out of the shower, I go to my studio and organize the files for Danae.

No sooner than I have them ready, Danae pokes her head inside my office. It’s so weird to see her in her demon form, since I met her as a human. That doesn’t matter, though, because she’s still my best friend—besides Raven.

“Hey, Ev. How’s it going?”

“Good. I got what you need right here.” I hand her the thumb drive I saved the document on. I could send it straight to my agent, but I want to make sure it’s not lost somehow. Since I don’t really understand how the internet works here, it’s better that the thumb drive is used.

She palms it, smiling at me as she rests on the edge of my desk. “You know, your agent keeps asking me to convince you to go to a signing. People are loving Nightshade and want to meet Ev Raven.”

I grin, loving my pen name. It’s a combination of the nickname Danae gave me and Raven’s human name. A tribute to my two best friends.

“Nah,” I say, shaking my head for emphasis. “I won’t ever set foot on Earth again. You never know. The cops might be looking for me.”

Danae told me that I’m not a suspect in any of the murders. I already knew that about Mitch and Jack, since I was there for those, but I was worried they’d connect the murder of Joey and the sheriff with the other two, seeing the pattern of those dead with those that mistreated me.

But with Sheriff Drake, it was discovered he was into trafficking drugs, using his resources as a cop to get them across state lines undetected. His death was chalked up to the people he worked with. And I wasn’t connected to Joey because I lived in Georgia while he lived in Las Vegas. Danae said that there are no suspects for that case. I looked up articles about it and police are baffled by the sheer brutality of it. I smile every time I think about that night.

Despite what I just said to Danae, I’m sure there’s no one looking for me. We’re in the clear.

She sighs, tapping the thumb drive in her hand. “Fine. Me and my mate will come down at the end of the week when he’s off rotation for a few days. He likes Xendail as much as you do. If he didn’t love his job so much, we would live here full time, as well.”

I like Danae’s mate, Jonathan. He and I get along great, hanging out while Danae and Raven do their children-of-greater-demon duties. We have a lot in common, and we have no trouble keeping each other company while our mates are away.

Standing, I throw my arm around her waist—she’s way too tall in this form for me to put my arm around her shoulders—and walk with her downstairs. “We’d love to have you two. I think Phoenix and Beatrice will be here, too. We can make a night of it.”

She smiles and nods. Her and Raven talk for a few minutes before she takes her leave.

I go to the kitchen, pulling out a basket to pack us some things for our weekly lunch date beside the lake. I love it there. It’s where I discovered my joy of exhibitionism. After the first time I sucked his cock in public, Raven and I have done a lot more there. We always bring a blanket and lube with us when we make our trips.

After I’m done packing, I walk to the living room where Raven is. He takes the basket from my hands and laces our fingers together, leading me to our favorite place.

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