less-than-chivalrous behavior.
In his defense, he’d had to act like an asshole. It was the only way he could quickly separate himself from her after fucking her a second glorious time because he’d no sooner come inside her delectable body than he wanted her again.
Again!
Niall wasn’t even sure he liked the lass, and she certainly didn’t like him. Yes, she intrigued him. No denying she made his cock hard. But that was no excuse for wanting to cuddle her after sex. Not a good enough reason to want to take her to bed, hike her legs over his shoulders, and make her scream a third time.
And a fourth. Maybe even a fifth.
He didn’t understand it. He’d gone centuries without needing to even tug one off. Gone ages without even the slightest twinge in his dick. She sauntered in to his life, and suddenly, he turned into a rutting fucking beast? Worse, a beast who felt things? For her?
Unacceptable. He should chop her head off now for having obviously bewitched him. That had to be it. She’d cast some sort of spell on him. Some kind of love spell or enchantment that made him desire her and want to shower her with attention and worship every inch of her body. Made him want to…
Yeah, with that train of thought running through his head, was it any wonder he didn’t indulge in post-coital cuddling but dumped her on her perfect ass? Now if only her unflattering view of him would help him to see her as nothing more than a woman he’d fucked. Instead, all he could do as he stomped along behind her was wonder how she’d look bent over taking his cock. How she’d look splayed on a bed covered in red satin, her hair spread about her, her lips parted and panting.
Time to change his train of thought, and fast before he made some of his fantasies come to life. “So , how did ye become one of Satan’s hunters?”
“I fucked the wrong man. Turns out his wife didn’t appreciate his straying.”
“I wouldn’t have taken ye for the type to steal another woman’s husband.”
“I wasn’t. He lied.”
“About more than one thing apparently. He was one of those gods you mentioned earlier?”
“One and the same. His wife was a goddess pretty high up the food chain as well. ”
He whistled. “You’re lucky ye didn’t die.”
“Greek gods are known for their melodramatic nature. In this case, the goddess thought cursing me would make more of a statement. A permanent reminder to her straying husband, for one.”
“It was my understanding another person can’t promise your soul to Lucifer.”
“No, but a goddess can turn a mortal into a demon with the right spell and sacrifice.”
“Fucked the wrong man indeed.” Even more curious now, he had to ask. “Which one did ye piss off?”
“Hera.”
“As in the Greek goddess hitched to that hairy fellow with the lightning bolts?”
“The one married to Zeus. That would be the one. But he wasn’t hairy at the time, and I didn’t know who he was or that he had a wife. The bastard.”
“So ye are a demon, not a damned soul? Or a contracted one?”
“Oh, I have a contract with Lucifer. Not for my soul, though. In exchange for my services, I get to use my mortal form.”
“You mean you have another side like one of them shape -shifters?”
“I do.”
“So what do you turn into? Hellcat? Sexy demoness with a tail and horns? Slavering beast with fangs and warts?”
He grinned at the rude gesture and look she shot his way. “I am glad to see you find my plight entertaining.”
“And ye are not answering my question. What are ye when ye are not a sexy, toga-wearing harpy?” He paused walking as it hit him. “Don’t tell me you’re a harpy for real?”
Whirling in her tracks, she planted her hands on her hips and retorted , “Do I look like a chicken-legged hag?”
“Nay, but you just said your contract with Lucifer let ye keep your human shape.”
“Because my demon shape is that of a lamia.”
“A what?”
“Lamia? Half woman, half
In his defense, he’d had to act like an asshole. It was the only way he could quickly separate himself from her after fucking her a second glorious time because he’d no sooner come inside her delectable body than he wanted her again.
Again!
Niall wasn’t even sure he liked the lass, and she certainly didn’t like him. Yes, she intrigued him. No denying she made his cock hard. But that was no excuse for wanting to cuddle her after sex. Not a good enough reason to want to take her to bed, hike her legs over his shoulders, and make her scream a third time.
And a fourth. Maybe even a fifth.
He didn’t understand it. He’d gone centuries without needing to even tug one off. Gone ages without even the slightest twinge in his dick. She sauntered in to his life, and suddenly, he turned into a rutting fucking beast? Worse, a beast who felt things? For her?
Unacceptable. He should chop her head off now for having obviously bewitched him. That had to be it. She’d cast some sort of spell on him. Some kind of love spell or enchantment that made him desire her and want to shower her with attention and worship every inch of her body. Made him want to…
Yeah, with that train of thought running through his head, was it any wonder he didn’t indulge in post-coital cuddling but dumped her on her perfect ass? Now if only her unflattering view of him would help him to see her as nothing more than a woman he’d fucked. Instead, all he could do as he stomped along behind her was wonder how she’d look bent over taking his cock. How she’d look splayed on a bed covered in red satin, her hair spread about her, her lips parted and panting.
Time to change his train of thought, and fast before he made some of his fantasies come to life. “So , how did ye become one of Satan’s hunters?”
“I fucked the wrong man. Turns out his wife didn’t appreciate his straying.”
“I wouldn’t have taken ye for the type to steal another woman’s husband.”
“I wasn’t. He lied.”
“About more than one thing apparently. He was one of those gods you mentioned earlier?”
“One and the same. His wife was a goddess pretty high up the food chain as well. ”
He whistled. “You’re lucky ye didn’t die.”
“Greek gods are known for their melodramatic nature. In this case, the goddess thought cursing me would make more of a statement. A permanent reminder to her straying husband, for one.”
“It was my understanding another person can’t promise your soul to Lucifer.”
“No, but a goddess can turn a mortal into a demon with the right spell and sacrifice.”
“Fucked the wrong man indeed.” Even more curious now, he had to ask. “Which one did ye piss off?”
“Hera.”
“As in the Greek goddess hitched to that hairy fellow with the lightning bolts?”
“The one married to Zeus. That would be the one. But he wasn’t hairy at the time, and I didn’t know who he was or that he had a wife. The bastard.”
“So ye are a demon, not a damned soul? Or a contracted one?”
“Oh, I have a contract with Lucifer. Not for my soul, though. In exchange for my services, I get to use my mortal form.”
“You mean you have another side like one of them shape -shifters?”
“I do.”
“So what do you turn into? Hellcat? Sexy demoness with a tail and horns? Slavering beast with fangs and warts?”
He grinned at the rude gesture and look she shot his way. “I am glad to see you find my plight entertaining.”
“And ye are not answering my question. What are ye when ye are not a sexy, toga-wearing harpy?” He paused walking as it hit him. “Don’t tell me you’re a harpy for real?”
Whirling in her tracks, she planted her hands on her hips and retorted , “Do I look like a chicken-legged hag?”
“Nay, but you just said your contract with Lucifer let ye keep your human shape.”
“Because my demon shape is that of a lamia.”
“A what?”
“Lamia? Half woman, half
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