Page 2 of The Devil and His Goddess

I smiled at her as my own drinks finished. I reached out both arms to grab them, caging her in briefly between my body and the counter. She swallowed hard, and the spike in her sexual desire was impossible to miss.

“No need to thank me,” I replied smoothly.

And there truly wasn’t. Because I didn’t do it for her. I had no interest in looking out for humans if I gained nothing from the interaction. My charm and kindness were acts I put on to better myself, andthisact that she’d put into motion with her own was about to gain me a meal.

I placed the two drinks in a to-go container and started out of the coffee shop. I kept my pace even as I looked up at the overcast sky outside and counted quietly, “Three … Two … One—”

The door of the coffee shop jingled behind me before a female voice called out, “Excuse me!”

Smirking triumphantly, I stopped walking. I dropped the cocky grin just as I turned to wait for her to catch up to me. Her short brassy hair blew gently around her freckled chin, and her coffee-free hand tucked some of the hair behind her ear.

“Um,” she started sheepishly, “I-I wanted to thank you again for helping me. I was raised to repay kindness with kindness, so I was hoping I could treat you. Are you free right now? I’d love to get you a bite to eat.”

Oh, don’t worry. You will, human.

“That’s so thoughtful, but there’s no need,” I dismissed with feigned sweetness. “It was my pleasure to help. You have a good day, okay?”

She frowned, but the determination to see her little plan garner fruit had her reaching out to grab my forearm before I could walk away, nearly jostling my coffees in the to-go carrier.

“No food, then! That’s no biggie. What if I repaid you in adifferentway?”

I faced her fully again and raised a brow. “What way would that be?”

Her sultry eyes traced my body. She stepped into my space to rub her breasts against my chest as she nodded her head toward the parking garage down the road. “My car is in there. It has quite a bit of room in it …”

Got her.

Minutes later, I found myself seated in the middle row of this woman’s SUV in the dimly lit parking garage with my pants pulled down only enough to allow her to bounce on my dick. My arms were draped over the backs of the seats on either side of me as I blandly watched her round, freckled breasts bounce in front of my face while she screamed out praises about my cock.

I’d expected this to be a hot, steamy fuck, but instead, I had a goddamn wanna-be porn star trying out for an invisible board of casting directors. I wasn’t one to shame someone on their skills or kinks. I loved all sex, regardless of experience or style, but some humans were still too much for me, specifically the ones who pretended and put on a show rather than authentically enjoyed the art of sex and pleasure.

Kind of likethiswoman.

Seeing as how she’d concocted the whole damsel-in-distress situation to get me here, I had wrongly assumed that meant she was confident in her skills in bed. Why else would she try so hard? Eager to get a meal in, I’d expected this to be a scenario where I could sit back and enjoy the ride … but no. She was moving in a way that wouldn’t give either one of us that pleasurable high we were here for.

Her sexual essence was sign of that. Her minute bursts of pleasure practically teased my gut as I absorbed it like a desperate sponge gradually soaking up water. As she chased her distant release by riding me harder and faster, I waited for that feeling of fullness, but I knew it was a lost cause. The taste was bland. She was about as delicious as white bread, further evidence that she didn’t know how to make herself feel good, let aloneme.

No longer finding enjoyment in the situation I’d found myself in, I rolled my eyes and grabbed her hips to position her where she’d like it best. Her eyes lit up like she had no idea that spot I now reached existed inside of her. I fucked her hard since she also seemed to like that. After all, the better she liked the sex, the better I ate. It wasn’t even two seconds after I’d started jacking into her that she came with a scream that was better-fitting in a horror film than when orgasming.

“That was amazing,” she gasped once we’d finished. She pulled her green dress back on and slid off of me with stars in her eyes. “I wish we had more time.”

I tucked my dick away. “Unfortunately—”Not“—I’ve gotta go.”

I reached into the front of the vehicle where mine and Xander’s coffees waited. I slid out of the SUV, eager to be done here, but the human waved her hand at me.

“Wait, wait! I think we had great chemistry.” She reached into the center console and pulled out a business card to hand to me. Batting her eyes, she purred, “Here’s my number. Call me so we can do this again, okay? I’m free tonight.”

I accepted the card with a tight smile. The moment I was out of her field of view, I curled my lip in disdain and flicked the card to the ground. No fucking way was I wasting my time with that snack again. Chemistry myass. I did all the goddamn work.

The failed meal had my previously boisterous mood turning sour, and it only got worse when I returned home to find Xander on my couch, already watching one of the performance recordings.

“RuanYitang,” I snapped, reserving his Chinese name for times when I was pissed at him, andthiswas one of those moments. I took the food and coffee to my kitchen, which shared the vast main room with the living space. “Why did you start without me?”

I glanced at the TV, noting he’d put on one of theSwan Lakerecordings. It was only in Act One, showing Prince Siegfried and his courtiers celebrating his birthday. I didn’t care that it was early in the show. The fucker still hadn’t waited on me. These weremydancers, andIwas the one who needed to study them.

“Sorry,” Xander puffed out, rubbing a finger under his black hoop septum piercing. Half of his dark hair flopped into his eyes as he tilted his head, while the other half of his head was closely shaved. “It was too quiet while I waited, and you know I can’t sit in silence. What took so long, anyway?”

Frowning, I unpacked the Chinese food. “I mistook a rather dull treat as a sweet one.”

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