Page 3 of Summoning Sex Demons

Twirling around on his heel, he hurled his glass at the bar. “Not again.”

And then a moment later, he disappeared into thin air.

“Ah, another summoning,” Bazzon said. “Get him off our asses, huh?”

I gulped back another drink and glanced up at Eros and Dani, the king and queen of Lust, who walked into The Lounge. Eros spotted us and headed over while Dani went to flirt with some succubi at the bar, who she’d undoubtedly bring into a Lust Room tonight while Eros watched.

Lucky bastard.

“Acaros, Bazzon, Varoth.” Eros smirked. “You’re in luck.”

“In luck on Halloween night?” I hummed. “This ought to be good.”

“You’ve been summoned.”

“Summoned?” Bazzon repeated. “We’re never summoned tonight.”

Eros pulled up a portal the size of his hand and held it toward the table, letting us see into a candlelit room with three college-aged girls inside it, sitting around a Ouija board cursed with dark magic—something I hadn’t seen in ages. One redhead was whispering things that I doubted she understood the meaning of. Another was dabbing at the cream on her face.

And then … there she was.

Sitting on the floor in fluffy pajama pants, hair thrown up into a messy, curly bun, and nipples taut against her tank top, she stared at her redheaded friend with wide eyes, the candlelight flickering off her face.

“Who’s the hot chick with those fluffy?—”

“She’s mine,” I growled.

I didn’t know where it had come from, but the words tumbled out of my mouth, followed by a sheer wall of jealousy, possessiveness. Hell, I didn’t know what to call it. But all I knew was that, if they truly had summoned us—sex demons—on Halloween night, then nobody but me was going to touch her.

“You good?” Bazzon asked, arching a brow as they all stared at me.

Usually, I slept around all the time and enjoyed sharing the human women and succubi that I was with. But not tonight.

Eros cleared his throat. “Anyway, Dani wanted to head out there, but?—”

“We’ll go,” I said, already standing.

“Not even going to let me finish my beer?” Varoth asked, throwing his arms up in disappointment.

I snapped my hand around his shoulder and pulled him out of the booth. “No.”

The portal expanded from Eros’s hand, and I shoved my two buddies through it and followed closely behind. After a moment, we came out on the other end in the shadows of the girls’ home on the second-floor fire escape.

“I can’t believe our power went out because of this stupid storm,” the cream-faced girl complained from inside the room, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth. “How am I going to decorate for Christmas tomorrow if?—”

“It didn’t go out because of the storm. It went out because there’s someone here,” the redhead said, closing her eyes and muttering some more Latin. “I can feel their presence. They’re here.”

“Wanna fuck with them?” Varoth whispered beside me.

After a few more Latin phrases by the redhead—which definitelyweren’tspells by any means, but more like jumbled little words spoken incoherently—Varoth released a gust of magic wind that drifted through the closed window and blew out their candles.

The pretty one with dark skin screamed. “Stop playin’, Jada! Light the candle back up!”

“That wasn’t me!” Jada grabbed the lighter and relit the candle. “I swear to God, Iza.”

Iza … that was her name, was it?

“If you’re there, all powerful spirits, show yourself,” the redhead said, really getting into it.

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