fountain pen over the crisp white paper. “Valens has waited longer.”
“Valens isn’t a rage demon.” Julian curled his fingers into fists, his demon provoked by the older male’s lack of appreciation. “Larissa is mine, Magnus.”
“Larissa has always been yours, Julian.” Larissa’s father peered up at him, his immortal face unlined by age. “But can you protect her? That is my worry.”
“Haven’t I already proven that I can?” Julian laid his knuckles on the desk and leaned forward, cracking the joints, the dead demon’s head situated between his arms.
“Trajan has been spending his evenings at Fallen .” Magnus’s lips flattened. “I want the rage demon removed, permanently and discreetly.”
“Valens is discreet.” Julian pushed away from the desk and paced, aggravated by the additional stipulation, seeing no end to Magnus’s requests. “Assign the task to him.”
“Valens’s mate isn’t coordinating personal finance lessons for the strippers,” Magnus shared softly.
Larissa . Julian froze, his shoes squeaking on the antique hardwood floor. “You vowed to safeguard her in my absence.”
“And I have.” Magnus’s eyes gleamed purple, displaying his displeasure with Julian’s accusation. “He hasn’t touched her… yet.”
Julian twisted his lips, unwilling to risk Larissa’s safety yet realizing he’d been outmaneuvered. Magnus relished the thought of his enemy being killed by one of his own kind, a rage demon fighting a rage demon.
Anger built within Julian, his skin shimmering red, his demon yanking at his control, threatening to force his shift. “There will be no more games, Magnus. I’ll complete this last task tonight, and then you will grant me permission to claim Larissa.”
Julian pivoted on his heels and stalked out of the room, leaving Magnus and the demon’s severed head behind him. He slammed the door between them.
Larissa jerked, her wide-eyed gaze fixed on him. “Is everything --”
“No,” Julian ground out, his world colored red with rage. He glared at her, wanting to kiss her, touch her, fuck her until she cried his name, her face flushing with passion.
“Oh.” Larissa’s nipples tightened against her white satin camisole, and the musk of her wet pussy scented the air, her physical response to his seething arousal escalating Julian’s need.
“Are you staying for dinner?” She touched his arm, and a jolt of awareness shot through his body, surging straight down to the tip of his cock.
“I have to work,” Julian rumbled, his voice demonically deep.
“You’re going to the strip club.” Her eyes flashed, her hurt decimating his anger. “We overheard Valens and Bono say they were going there tonight, but I thought…” Her bottom lip trembled. “I was wrong. Go. Work . I don’t care.” She crossed her arms in front of her and turned away from him, her shoulders thrust back, her spine straight.
“I will be working.” Julian wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his pant-covered cock against her sweetly rounded ass, and her breath hitched, her slight sound of surrender stimulating. “But not all night.” He brushed his cheek over hers. “Will you wait for me, angel?”
“Maybe.” She didn’t soften against him, his stubborn woman.
“No maybes.” Julian chuckled, hugging Larissa hard, savoring the feel of her curves against his muscle. “You’ll wait for me.” He released her. “I’ll be back for you.” He strode away, determined to finish his latest assignment quickly.
* * *
“That she can fit all of it into her mouth never ceases to amaze me.” Larissa stared at the succubus at the front of the room. Saffron, the blonde-haired manager of Fallen , knelt before a lust demon, her red lips wrapped around the base of her partner’s humongous shaft, her fingertips digging into his purple ass cheeks.
“I’ve heard Valens is even bigger,” Tempest, her half-sister, declared proudly. “That’s why I asked her
“Valens isn’t a rage demon.” Julian curled his fingers into fists, his demon provoked by the older male’s lack of appreciation. “Larissa is mine, Magnus.”
“Larissa has always been yours, Julian.” Larissa’s father peered up at him, his immortal face unlined by age. “But can you protect her? That is my worry.”
“Haven’t I already proven that I can?” Julian laid his knuckles on the desk and leaned forward, cracking the joints, the dead demon’s head situated between his arms.
“Trajan has been spending his evenings at Fallen .” Magnus’s lips flattened. “I want the rage demon removed, permanently and discreetly.”
“Valens is discreet.” Julian pushed away from the desk and paced, aggravated by the additional stipulation, seeing no end to Magnus’s requests. “Assign the task to him.”
“Valens’s mate isn’t coordinating personal finance lessons for the strippers,” Magnus shared softly.
Larissa . Julian froze, his shoes squeaking on the antique hardwood floor. “You vowed to safeguard her in my absence.”
“And I have.” Magnus’s eyes gleamed purple, displaying his displeasure with Julian’s accusation. “He hasn’t touched her… yet.”
Julian twisted his lips, unwilling to risk Larissa’s safety yet realizing he’d been outmaneuvered. Magnus relished the thought of his enemy being killed by one of his own kind, a rage demon fighting a rage demon.
Anger built within Julian, his skin shimmering red, his demon yanking at his control, threatening to force his shift. “There will be no more games, Magnus. I’ll complete this last task tonight, and then you will grant me permission to claim Larissa.”
Julian pivoted on his heels and stalked out of the room, leaving Magnus and the demon’s severed head behind him. He slammed the door between them.
Larissa jerked, her wide-eyed gaze fixed on him. “Is everything --”
“No,” Julian ground out, his world colored red with rage. He glared at her, wanting to kiss her, touch her, fuck her until she cried his name, her face flushing with passion.
“Oh.” Larissa’s nipples tightened against her white satin camisole, and the musk of her wet pussy scented the air, her physical response to his seething arousal escalating Julian’s need.
“Are you staying for dinner?” She touched his arm, and a jolt of awareness shot through his body, surging straight down to the tip of his cock.
“I have to work,” Julian rumbled, his voice demonically deep.
“You’re going to the strip club.” Her eyes flashed, her hurt decimating his anger. “We overheard Valens and Bono say they were going there tonight, but I thought…” Her bottom lip trembled. “I was wrong. Go. Work . I don’t care.” She crossed her arms in front of her and turned away from him, her shoulders thrust back, her spine straight.
“I will be working.” Julian wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his pant-covered cock against her sweetly rounded ass, and her breath hitched, her slight sound of surrender stimulating. “But not all night.” He brushed his cheek over hers. “Will you wait for me, angel?”
“Maybe.” She didn’t soften against him, his stubborn woman.
“No maybes.” Julian chuckled, hugging Larissa hard, savoring the feel of her curves against his muscle. “You’ll wait for me.” He released her. “I’ll be back for you.” He strode away, determined to finish his latest assignment quickly.
* * *
“That she can fit all of it into her mouth never ceases to amaze me.” Larissa stared at the succubus at the front of the room. Saffron, the blonde-haired manager of Fallen , knelt before a lust demon, her red lips wrapped around the base of her partner’s humongous shaft, her fingertips digging into his purple ass cheeks.
“I’ve heard Valens is even bigger,” Tempest, her half-sister, declared proudly. “That’s why I asked her
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