Page 24 of Red Ruin
I scramble away from the edge.
This has to stop.
We’re doomed if the real monsters swarm.
A pink devil staggers out of a rubble pile, cocking his arm to launch another fireball.
If I were really HISGUIDE, Vhex would’ve looked for me first. Instead, he lines a shot at his nemesis with zero worry I’ll be torched in the crossfire.
It’s all the reality check I need.
Just do the job and don’t get swept up in their shit.
“Vhex,” I call, firm but sweet. “Come here.”
Abandoning his half-formed fireball, he leaps four stories to reach me in a flash.
I’ve been taken by surprise enough times today that I’m finally prepared. Before Vhex can touch me, kiss me, or tempt me with any more his deluded-possessive poison, I launch my silks.
Meeting his crackling pain sets my brain on fire, but I grit my teeth and lean in to the heat.
I have to chill him out.“Vhex. Relax.”
Not holding anything back, even though Ishould, I twine our soul fibers and try to let him feel my confidence. “I can fix you.”
With my universal compatibility and Vhex’s high-spec power, the instant soulmate bond is so nearly fucking perfect, I have to clench my abs to stop a moan.
Vhex shudders. His flames disappear into his rich, raspberry-tinted skin.
There’sa lot moreskin than before.
After his latest hellfire tantrum, Vhex is left with a disintegrating dagger harness strapped to his ribs and a smudge of ash that used to be pants.
No boots.
No boxers.
Not even a tube sock.
In mostly devil mode, Vhex is red everywhere except for the bubblegum pink shaft of his proudly bobbing cock.
It’s covered in textured knobs like lickable candy buttons.
Tempting.
So is the fin-shaped—rib? attachment? mini-dick?—that I can’t check out while it’s hidden behind the thick main event.
Whatever that thing is?
It looks like a good time.
But now is not my turn to test the ride.
Remington’s roar shakes the building.
“Kneel for me,” I murmur, wrapping Vhex’s silks.
He drops at my feet.
