Angie Fox - The Dangerous Book for Demon Slayers

Dimitri shot me a wicked grin. Then he took turns with my breasts, licking and sucking them until I thought I was going to melt right there. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong.

I gripped two handfuls of his rich, dark hair as he continued his delicious assault. “We have to get you out of here.”

He kissed the tip of my nose, my cheeks, my eyes. “I’m your protector,” he said, guiding me backward. My knees hit the bed and we went over, his powerful weight on top of me. His hard gaze rooted me in place.

I couldn’t move if I wanted to.

Dimitri claimed to be my protector, but he never actually, officially… oh heavens. He slid a hand down the front of my leather pants and found my very core. Pleasure spiraled down my spine. I almost shot off the bed, and he somehow used the opportunity to leave my pants in a pile somewhere. I had no idea what happened to my underwear. He pressed against me as I gripped his shoulders, trying to stop his—yow—roaming mouth from finding mine so I could at least try to have some kind of conversation. This was important.

It was hard to concentrate, impossible to do anything but feel.

I gasped before giving in and tasting the saltiness of his shoulder, his collarbone, the curve of his neck. I braced my forehead against his shoulder. “I don’t want you protecting me if it means, if it means…”

He shoved hard into me, and I nearly combusted. I felt every inch of him as he moved inside me. God, I’d missed him. I didn’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t come back.

He took my mouth in a rough kiss, his entire body pushing me, driving us to a place we’d never been before. I gripped him tight, holding him, reveling in him. With a shout, he drove us both to the edge and over, the pleasure coming in wave after glorious wave.

Dimitri rolled over, nestling me in the crook of his arm. His fingers wound through my hair in a way that would have been soothing if things hadn’t been so… different.

He felt positively toasty under my cheek. I ran a finger along one of the cuts on his chest. It had healed amazingly fast. If I hadn’t seen the gash for myself earlier, I never would have believed it. “How?” I asked.

“My people heal quicker than most. It’s a gift,” he said, trailing his fingers through my hair, “one that I’ve been especially grateful for since I met you.”

“Well look at that, a griffin comedian.” I kept it light, knowing that I couldn’t order him away from here. No, I had to come up with a better idea.

I shivered and snuggled closer, trying to steal some of his warmth. My body felt like I’d gone skinny dipping with the polar bears. I closed my eyes and invoked the girlfriend privilege, planting my icy feet in the warm spot between his calves. Oh yes… his heat seared my frozen toes.

“Dang, Lizzie!” Dimitri yanked back, and I took the opportunity to snuggle in up to my knees.

“Don’t even try it.” I savored the feel of his legs wrapped around mine. “I’m on you like an Appalachian tick.”

His chest rumbled. “I can see that.” He wrapped himself around me in a huge Dimitri blanket.

Ahh… good thing he’d surrendered because, frankly, I didn’t feel like moving much.

He ran his fingers down my spine. “So is frostbite the price of love these days?”

“Something tells me you’ve got plenty of heat to spare.” I planted a soft kiss above his nipple.

The cuts had healed into a series of angry red slashes. I hated that. For once, I wished for a bit of peace with this man—without soul-sucking demons to battle or creatures trying to tear holes in us.

I traced one down the side of his abdomen and he inhaled sharply. “Now that it’s impossible for us to move,” I said, trying for some humor before I completely ruined the moment, “tell me. Honestly. What’s happening to you?”

No excuses. No kissing and pretending to forget. Something terrible was eating him alive, even as we lay in his bed.

Dimitri didn’t move, but I felt his muscles harden.

His voice was rough. “I can handle it.”

“Oh really?” I fought a shiver as I dug myself out of his embrace. He looked sinfully raw and downright frightening as he lay in the tangled sheets. This wasn’t my powerful yet gentle Dimitri. No. He was turning into something else entirely.

“Level with me, Dimitri. I know something is corrupting you. Now tell me how bad it is.”

He brought his eyes to mine, and I almost fell off the bed when I saw the flecks of red. “Oh heaven, I pushed you further, didn’t I?”

H-e-double-hockey-sticks.

The she-demons were feeding off his lust. Mine too.

Goose bumps erupted up and down my body and I had to keep my teeth from chattering. He’d—they’d—stolen my heat, my energy. I’d given it willingly, not realizing the tight hold they had on him. They’d turned him into some kind of a conductor.

I opened my mind and felt them, like a pounding at the door, as they stole from him.

I scrambled for the nearest article of clothing and came up with my black leather pants. I held them in front of me. “You have to get out of this city. Now.” I didn’t know if it would lessen the hold they had on him. Heck, for all I knew, it was too late for that. But we had to try. I wasn’t willing to risk the alternative.

He had the nerve to stare me down. “I’m taking a hit,” he said, bringing himself up like a giant cat accepting a challenge. “But it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

God, I was tired. Still, I forced myself to look at his defiant face. “Your eyes are yellow.”

He tugged the pants away. I pulled them back, well, at least to my belly button.

Dimitri traced a finger over my stomach, his touch decidedly chilly. “You think I’m going to leave you alone in this city with twenty-five succubi on the loose?”

I resisted the urge to tell him that he had, indeed, left me alone when he took off for Vegas without me. To most women, having a boyfriend help them meant he’d act as a one-man apartment mover, or if she was really lucky, a mechanic. I had to get the guy who’d put his soul on the line.

“How did you know there were so many?” I asked. I hadn’t told him.

His eyes trailed down the column of my throat, down to my naked breasts and back up again. “Let’s just say I was able to connect with an individual who shares our dislike of demons.”

I stiffened. It couldn’t be someone from the Department of Intramagical Procedures. “Who?” I asked, crossing my arms over my breasts.

How did he even know where to go?

“There’s a hunter,” he said, his words cold.

Not Sid’s hunter. I rubbed at my arms in a vain attempt to keep them from going numb. “A DIP officer warned us about a rogue hunter. Where did you see him?”

Dimitri didn’t answer for a moment. The muscle in his jaw flexed before he said, “He found me. And he’ll probably try to find me again. I wasn’t able to finish the job.”

“You mean you wanted to kill him?” I couldn’t believe he’d be that shortsighted.

If there were more of us, we might be able to fix what had gone wrong. At the very least, I’d like to meet the guy. I’d be willing to help if it meant getting Phil back and Dimitri gone from this place.

Dimitri looked like he wanted to punch the headboard. “You don’t understand, Lizzie. He’s not a slayer like you. He’s… a thing .” He ran his hands through his hair. With a shock, I noticed it had begun to gray. “This hunter is more of a creature than a man.”

Fine. I rubbed my temples. Focus . I couldn’t hope to help Dimitri without all the facts. “What is a hunter anyway?”