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The only thing that scares me is that I don’t know how long I’ll be able to go before I need to do this again.

His grip on my hips now is firmer, as he follows my instructions and fucks me harder on the kitchen counter. I’m still holding onto his shoulders, a moaning mess in his ear as he takes me higher and higher.

“Come for me, Eden,” he groans, and it’s the final push I need. My inner walls clench around his hard cock, and I cry out his name, loving the way he feels inside of me.

Torrin follows me over the edge quickly, coming with a breathless grunt. The flow of energy between us increases dramatically as he reaches his release. I draw it in, makingmyself stop when I feel a small wave of fatigue coming off him. After a few more moments, both of us breathing heavily, he pulls out.

We stay where we are, bodies pressed close as he slides his hands up from my hips to my back to cuddle me into him. I feel so at peace. I just rest my head against him, enjoying the moment.

“So, do you want some pie now?” he eventually asks, a smug sort of amusement in his tone.

I can’t help but giggle as I answer, “That would be perfect.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

The smell of sex and intense waves of lust crash into my senses as I make my way through Marbas’ club. I soak in the excess of energy along my way to his usual spot, eyes constantly searching around for anything,anyone,who can hold my attention.

It’s an irritatingly fruitless hunt.

I’m unsurprised. It’s been a challenge to find a truly satisfying meal since that night. The damned witch just had to see me. My face. My body. My scars. My true second form, the way I see myself when walking in this world. She saw me without the false glamour that’s meant to change and appeal to the individual. A natural ability most demons of our kind struggle to ever turn off, especially when hungry, but she’d seen through it like it hadn’t existed.

Yet she still wantedmewithout it. Me, not some imagined, ideal lover from her dreams. Well, she had until the morning came.

Then she’d slipped out of my hotel room without a word, stealing my fucking shirt like a trophy of conquest along the way. It’s embarrassing how much she’s managed to occupy my thoughts ever since. Were her confessions a lie…does sheactually do this all the time? Act like it’s something, a connection being made, only to run off with something new for her collection of spoils?

Did I really misread her and her desires? My jaw clenches as I once more come to the same conclusion that I must have, because she clearly couldn’t get away from me any quicker come the morning. All the while, like some sort of love-struck fucking moron, I still crave her.

That damned witch.

Eden…

“Ashtar,” Marbas calls warmly as I reach the top of the last set of stairs, pulling himself up from his self-proclaimed throne. I’m relieved by the distraction of his presence, though whatever he wants better be worth my coming back to this vexing city.

“Marbas.” I shift into my first form as he approaches, allowing my horns and wings to return, fingertips becoming more like claws. His hand grabs the back of my head as he smacks his forehead and horns against my own in a rough but friendly greeting. He holds the position for a few moments, one of the few beings in this world or any other I'd allow such a privilege.

“You haven’t been around in months. What trouble have you gotten yourself into now?” he demands brusquely, skipping any further pleasantries as he settles back onto his oversized chair.

“It hasn’t even been two months since my last visit—and who says I’m in trouble?” I ask while swiping myself a drink from his personal supply. I grab a bottle of something that looks vaguely fae in origin, breaking off the cap and forgoing a glass as I take a quick swig from it.

“Well, the demon hunters showing up here asking after you is a bit of an implication that you might be,” he drawls. “It seems you’re quite the popular demon these days. I’m not the only onewho has been asked about you recently. People are beginning to talk.”

I turn to him at his words, the seriousness in his eyes not matching the amusement in his voice. The old fool is really concerned. He shouldn’t be. He should know better than to think I’d get involved in anything that would send hunters my way.

“It’s a mistake,” I reply dismissively. A mistake, and so consequently not my fucking problem.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re the wrong demon if they think you’re the one they’re after.”

“I’m fully capable of protecting myself.”

“It was Fletcher Hunting.” My body stiffens just a fraction, not from fear but consideration, as I realise it isn’t just some inexperienced gaggle of fools. “Two of them came in here asking after you, wanting to know if I knew of an incubus going by Ash. They were quite insistent about finding you, even employing some frankly strange tactics in order to gain answers.”

Fletcher Hunting. While no longer in the hands of its creators, it’s still one of the more well-known agencies in the country, if only by its name and reputation. They’re highly successful in both capturing and murdering my kind. They also happen to be based in this very city.Perhaps this place is cursed?Plenty of demons believe this entire planet to be, and many of the locals seem to agree—I hear humans begging the aliens to take them all the time.

“I haven’t done anything,” I reiterate, annoyed I have to say it, let alone repeat it. I lean against one of the chairs, too agitated by the accusation to actually sit.

“I believe you, but others may not. The longer their search continues, the more doubt will set in with those who only know you as an acquaintance. We may protect our own, but that doesn’t apply to those who endanger us all by breaking our rules.” He pauses to sigh and take a long sip from hisdrink, a bright orange cocktail to match the exact shade of his shirt. Despite the fact I’m sure he’d planned out this entire conversation before I arrived, he seems to contemplate the situation before adding, “It could be worth taking initiative and clearing up the misunderstanding. If they’re anything like their parents, I believe it’s possible to get them to listen to reason.”

I’d like to dismiss the idea. It’s not my responsibility to do their job for them. I shouldn’t have to go out of my way to prove my innocence. I’ve never broken any of the treaties our kind holds with the species of this world, but Marbas is right. It’s not as if that matters if they’re already certain of my guilt.

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