KnockingonDemon'sDoor by Unknown (ink ebook reader .TXT) 📗

to be the one on his arm, and feeling his mouth on her pussy as they explored a brief affair. Dammit.

She stood and casually made her way across the room, straining to hear the conversation. As she listened she caught snippets of their discussion and what she heard shocked her. Ash had turned the girl down and then resumed his long strides toward the doors. Demons never turned down women. Ever. Seducing unsuspecting females seemed to be their driving force, their reason for stalking the night in this world.

And night was already upon them.

Michelle zipped up her jacket, felt for the reassuring length of the dagger at her hip, pleased that she’d secured it there before meeting the bunnies for drinks and then followed him outdoors into the dark. Keeping a reasonable distance between them she followed his footprints in the rising light of the moon, her boots crunching on the freshly fallen snow. It was a bit frightening how fast he could move, and without sound.

The last of the day’s skiers trudged back to the lodge, unaware that a demon walked amongst them, which brought out her protective instincts all the more.

She caught a glimpse of him up ahead. He paused for a brief moment, seeming almost to be sniffing the air, and then, as if something or someone had suddenly caught his attention, he twisted around and made his way to the secluded staff parking lot. After a brisk walk across the vacant, snow-covered lot, Ash suddenly disappeared from her sight.

Wind whistled around her, her heart beating double time, her hand automatically going to the dagger at her hip and pulling it free. As she cautiously crept forward through the shadows she heard low, angry voices.

Pale white light from one of the few lampposts in the poorly lit lot provided sufficient illumination for her to see Ash with another monster.

“I don’t deal drugs,” Ash said, the disgust in his voice loud enough for her to hear. “Get that through your dumbass head.”

Michelle couldn’t hear the demon’s response, but it was obvious that it wasn’t happy. After studying and hunting demons for years, she knew heroin was a demons drug of choice. It didn’t seem to have the same addictive effect on them that it did on humans. What it did do, however, was enhance their already impressive strength. The one time Michelle had gone up against a demon who’d had a fix, she almost hadn’t walked away. The drug had somehow slowed the effects of the holy water she’d used on it too.

As far as she was concerned, demons could have the Earth’s entire supply of heroin, but it was the currency they used in order to buy it from humans “seers” that had her worried. A promise of immortality could buy a demon a lot more than drugs in this world. And what if that promise turned out to be true?

As Michelle shivered in the cold, wondering what she should do, if anything, Ash must have decided the conversation was finished. He suddenly reached out and earslapped the other demon with two cupped hands.

Michelle wasn’t the only one caught off guard. The demon let out a howl of pain, its eyes flashing yellow. Why did he have to go and do something so stupid?

Blake Ashen looked more than capable of handling himself, but Michelle wasn’t about to take that chance. So far, he was the only lead she had in finding out what had happened to all those dead and missing women. She gripped the dagger tighter and rushed forward.

“Get the hell back!” Ash shouted when he saw her coming. He only shifted his attention to her for a split second, but it was long enough for the demon to seize an opening. It lunged up, striking Ash across the throat with the vee of its thumb and forefinger. Ash dropped to his knees, choking, his hands going to his neck.

Michelle thought for a moment he was dead. That blow certainly should have killed him.

The demon turned on her.

“Give me the knife,” it said, holding out its hand. Then it smiled at her.

She’d never get used to how impossibly handsome demons were or how magnetic their appeal. Something about them literally pulled at a woman. She’d once read an article about men with an extra Y chromosome. Supermen, they were called. She wondered how many extra chromosomes a demon must have to make a woman feel like this. One long lingering look from this monster made her feel warm, but one quick glance from Ash could give her an orgasm on the spot, he made her that hot.

“Sunny, snap out of it,” Ash choked out as he climbed to his feet. “Your dagger. Use it.”

The sound of his voice pulled her back. She blinked her mind back into focus. This was no superman. This was a demon and it didn’t belong in this world.

It was also coming for her.

She swung her dagger, connecting with solid flesh. The demon doubled over from a combination of the blow and the holy water, sank to the ground and rolled to its side. Then came the telltale sucking sound of lungs drawing in air through a hole in the chest. It was a sound she would never get used to—not as long as she lived and no matter how many demons she killed. She tried not to gag. They looked too much like humans for her to totally detach.

The demon slipped back to its own world much the same way it had slipped into this one, fading into a shadow, disappearing before her eyes.

She looked up into another pair of yellow, glowing eyes. The yellow slowly faded and Ash’s calculating gaze dropped to the dagger in her hand. He shifted his body sideways and widened his stance.

“Impressive. But if you’re waiting for a thank you, you’re going to be waiting a long time. I have no reason to be grateful to cops.”

So, it appeared they both knew what they were dealing