Page 131 of Demon with Benefits
“That’s new.”
“Yeah, I—” Meph looked at her. “Iris helped me.”
Silence fell again. There was so much she suddenly wanted to say to him. And do to him.
Belial rolled his eyes. “Just get a room already.”
“Leave the hound or you’ll traumatize him for life,” Raum added.
“Too late for that,” Meph said with a smirk.
Iris scoffed and made to tell them to drop it, but next thing she knew, Meph was shoving Faust into an unhappy Belial’s arms and then scooping her up like a proper damsel in distress.
She squawked in protest as Meph said “Later, fuckers!” and carried her off down the hall.
He kicked the door to his room open and then froze.
“Oh, shit, it smells nasty in here.”
Iris started to giggle. Her giggles turned into straight-up laughter, and then she threw her arms around his neck and covered his face with kisses. Her old self would have cringed at her behavior, but she didn’t give a rat’s arse.
“Look at you, all adorable,” Meph said, nipping at her nose.
“I’m happy.” She reached up and fingered the lock of hair falling onto his forehead. “I’m glad you came back.”
“I guess my demon’s not as dumb as he looks. He was not pleased when you disappeared through the hellgate. It didn’t take him long to figure out he needed to get his shit together.”
“He’s not dumb at all. He’s just hungry. We all know how hard it is to think straight when you’re hungry.”
Meph’s smile dropped. “Fuck, though, I almost didn’t go. I would have stayed in Hell.” He shuddered.
“No, you wouldn’t have. I knew you would come. And if you didn’t, I was going to get backup and go grab you.”
“Bel can’t go back. He wouldn’t have agreed—”
“Yes, he would have. Belial would start the underworld war to end all underworld wars for you, and you know it. So would all your brothers. So would I.”
Meph scoffed to brush her off, but she could tell her words affected him. “Whatever you say, baby doll.”
“’Cause I’m the boss, right, sugar muffin?”
His eyes twinkled with mischief. “I’ll show you who’s boss.” Then he glanced up. “But not in this nasty-ass, freezing-cold bedroom.” His nose wrinkled. “It’s like being in a meat locker. Why are we still standing here?”
“You’re the one holding me. Take me wherever you want to go.”
He grinned. “I want to take you to your place and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Damn.“Well, since you asked so nicely...”
A man on a mission now, he carried her back into the hallway, shutting the door behind him. Unfortunately, the washing machine dinged at that moment.
“Oh, short intermission,” she said, wiggling until he reluctantly set her on her feet. “We have to finish the laundry first. And we both need to shower. We’re covered in blood, and we smell like Hell. It’s disgusting.”
He groaned dramatically and dropped his head back.
“I’m doingyourlaundry. You should be thanking me.”
“I’ll thank you with multiple orgasms as soon as we get to your place.”
