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A Demon and His Witch
Roasted at the stake as
a witch, while her lover watches, Ysabel sells her soul to the devil in return
for revenge. A fair trade until her ex-boyfriend escapes the bowels of Hell and
she’s forced to team up with a demon to fetch the jerk back.
Remy’s seen a lot of things during his tenure in Lucifer’s guard, but nothing
can prepare him for the witch with the acerbic tongue--and voluptuous figure.
Her mouth says ‘Screw you,' but her body screams ‘Take me.’ What’s a poor demon
to do when his heart makes things even more complicated by goading him to make
her his, forever?
Before he can decide if his demonizing days are done, though, he needs to catch
the bad guys, save the girl and then find a way to convince her to love him and
not kill him.
Excerpt
Lucifer lined up his shot and gave a few practice swings
with his number nine thigh bone. The shrunken skull waited for him to putt. He
pulled back and –
“I demand you castrate him!”
– his shot went wild, careening off the pillars and missing his interior putting green entirely. Sighing, he turned and faced Ysabel, who, as usual, appeared annoyed.
“What has he done this time?” he asked as she flopped into a chair.
“He kissed me.”
He’d always known Remy was braver than most. “The horror. The shame. And?”
“What do you mean, and? I didn’t want him to.”
“So tell him no.”
“I did. Kind of.” He stared at her. She sighed. “Fine, I kissed him back. But I didn’t want to. He made me do it.”
Lucifer blinked. Stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it. Surely he misunderstood. “He made you do it? I’m sorry, did I suddenly enter an alternate universe? Since when does anyone make you do anything? I’ve been trying to get you to show up on time for five hundred years and you still insist on making your own hours.”
A smirk graced her face. “I do it to keep you on your toes. But, back to the kissing demon. I want to know how to stop him from using his magic or potion or whatever it was he used to make me like it.”
Now this was interesting. “You’re mad because you enjoyed it?”
“Loved it, actually,” Remy announced, striding in unannounced. It seemed his witch’s bad habits were rubbing off.
“Does no one knock anymore?” But they weren’t paying Lucifer any attention as they faced off.
“I did not like it.”
“Liar. The tongue in my mouth said otherwise.”
“I was pushing yours out.”
“Then what were the moans of pleasure?”
“I did not moan.”
“Mmm. Mmm.” Remy closed his eyes and adopted a blissful expression with puckered lips.
It occurred to Lucifer as Ysabel raised her fingers that he might want to take cover.
“I am going to turn you into an imp,” she threatened.
“Touch me in a non-erotic way and I am telling you right now, I will consider it foreplay, and not only will I kiss you again, I will strip every piece of clothing from you, lick you from head to toe, and make you scream my name, not once, not twice, but three times as you come.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she huffed, her eyes flashing with ire – and more intriguing to Lucifer, interest.
Before they could cause any damage, to his office at any rate, Lucifer snapped his fingers and froze them. He didn’t really care what they did to each other, but he’d spent several months in the wild capturing the beast he’d turned into a desk.
“Children, children,” he said tucking his hands behind his back and adopting his father figure mode. It usually made his daughter, Muriel, laugh. “Must I remind you that I tasked you with a mission. One that I might add, Ysabel, you should be most eager to complete. What I do not need, is for you to FUCK IT UP!” He let his voice increase in treble until it boomed. “I’ve been more than tolerant, but enough is enough. You will cease bringing me your petty squabbles. You will do the job I assigned. And if you don’t want his tongue in your mouth, Ysabel, then bite it off. Although, really, if you enjoyed it so much, I don’t see what the problem is. Maybe he can help you remove the stick up your ass if you let him kiss the other end. Now, if we’re done here, and since I’m boss, and I say we are, leave and don’t come back until you’re done, because if you do, I’m duct taping the pair of you together and throwing you in a dark room until you learn to get along. Or fuck. I don’t really care which, but I prefer the latter so I can watch.”
A snap of his fingers, and the glaring pair, stalked off, silent for the moment, but he’d wager it would only last until they hit the hall.
And right on cue…
“I’ve never seen a stick up a butt before. Wanna bend over and show me?” Whack. “Ow, that was totally uncalled for.”
“I demand you castrate him!”
– his shot went wild, careening off the pillars and missing his interior putting green entirely. Sighing, he turned and faced Ysabel, who, as usual, appeared annoyed.
“What has he done this time?” he asked as she flopped into a chair.
“He kissed me.”
He’d always known Remy was braver than most. “The horror. The shame. And?”
“What do you mean, and? I didn’t want him to.”
“So tell him no.”
“I did. Kind of.” He stared at her. She sighed. “Fine, I kissed him back. But I didn’t want to. He made me do it.”
Lucifer blinked. Stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it. Surely he misunderstood. “He made you do it? I’m sorry, did I suddenly enter an alternate universe? Since when does anyone make you do anything? I’ve been trying to get you to show up on time for five hundred years and you still insist on making your own hours.”
A smirk graced her face. “I do it to keep you on your toes. But, back to the kissing demon. I want to know how to stop him from using his magic or potion or whatever it was he used to make me like it.”
Now this was interesting. “You’re mad because you enjoyed it?”
“Loved it, actually,” Remy announced, striding in unannounced. It seemed his witch’s bad habits were rubbing off.
“Does no one knock anymore?” But they weren’t paying Lucifer any attention as they faced off.
“I did not like it.”
“Liar. The tongue in my mouth said otherwise.”
“I was pushing yours out.”
“Then what were the moans of pleasure?”
“I did not moan.”
“Mmm. Mmm.” Remy closed his eyes and adopted a blissful expression with puckered lips.
It occurred to Lucifer as Ysabel raised her fingers that he might want to take cover.
“I am going to turn you into an imp,” she threatened.
“Touch me in a non-erotic way and I am telling you right now, I will consider it foreplay, and not only will I kiss you again, I will strip every piece of clothing from you, lick you from head to toe, and make you scream my name, not once, not twice, but three times as you come.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she huffed, her eyes flashing with ire – and more intriguing to Lucifer, interest.
Before they could cause any damage, to his office at any rate, Lucifer snapped his fingers and froze them. He didn’t really care what they did to each other, but he’d spent several months in the wild capturing the beast he’d turned into a desk.
“Children, children,” he said tucking his hands behind his back and adopting his father figure mode. It usually made his daughter, Muriel, laugh. “Must I remind you that I tasked you with a mission. One that I might add, Ysabel, you should be most eager to complete. What I do not need, is for you to FUCK IT UP!” He let his voice increase in treble until it boomed. “I’ve been more than tolerant, but enough is enough. You will cease bringing me your petty squabbles. You will do the job I assigned. And if you don’t want his tongue in your mouth, Ysabel, then bite it off. Although, really, if you enjoyed it so much, I don’t see what the problem is. Maybe he can help you remove the stick up your ass if you let him kiss the other end. Now, if we’re done here, and since I’m boss, and I say we are, leave and don’t come back until you’re done, because if you do, I’m duct taping the pair of you together and throwing you in a dark room until you learn to get along. Or fuck. I don’t really care which, but I prefer the latter so I can watch.”
A snap of his fingers, and the glaring pair, stalked off, silent for the moment, but he’d wager it would only last until they hit the hall.
And right on cue…
“I’ve never seen a stick up a butt before. Wanna bend over and show me?” Whack. “Ow, that was totally uncalled for.”
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