Neon Blue by E Frost (best book reader .TXT) 📗

“Not with humans.” His hand covers mine and slows my strokes even further. “Mmm, just like that.”

“But I thought . . .”

“What?”

“Well, you’ve been having sex with all those people . . .”

“One whole person.”

I frown at him. “What about that girl? In the miniskirt? And Peter? You said . . .”

The demon chuckles darkly and his penis swells in my hand. “You believed me.”

I yank my hand away. “You lied to me?!”

Hey, don’t do that. He catches my wrist and guides me back. “Actually, I told you the truth about the girl. She did suck like she was drinkin’ medicine. It wasn’t doin’ anything for me, so I ditched her. Thought I was comin’ back here for ice cream. Until I caught a whiff of what was sittin’ in your dining room.”

I hunch down under the covers and let him guide my hand back into a slow rhythm over the heated smoothness of his shaft.

“And Peter?” I ask sourly.

“The dead bitch gave him to me for one of her rituals. A month or two back. I did fuck him then and he didn’t like it. Even glamored to the eyeballs. I don’t do torture.”

Which makes Rowena and all the others who have entrapped and tortured him the real monsters. “So you didn’t . . . do anything to him today?”

“Didn’t need to. He went into hysterics when I answered the front door. I had to yank out his soul just to shut him up.”

I sigh heavily. “Repressed memories.” Ro must have altered Peter’s memory, just the way I did. No wonder my charm went awry and he self-hypnotized. He already had a whole set of false memories implanted.

Maybe that makes me one of the monsters, too.

Not a monster, the demon thinks. Just a little darker than you’d like to be.

“That’s not comforting, coming from you.”

He shrugs and tucks me closer to his side. “How ‘bout you rub those breasts against me? Haven’t gotten much action off them yet.”

I roll my eyes, but when he releases my hand and reaches for my breast, I rub my nipple against his palm.

“Mmm.”

“I don’t get it,” I say. His hand closes on my breast, squeezing in time to my stroking of his shaft.

“What?”

“If you don’t come, why have sex?”

“’Cause it feels really fuckin’ good.”

I can’t argue with that. “But isn’t it frustrating for you?”

Some. Not enough to stop.

“But why? Why don’t you come? I know you were close before.”

Yeah, I was. What’s with the twenty questions? I thought we were going to fuck.

We probably are. His hand on my breast and his heat under my hand are making me ache again. Power’s beginning to coil in my belly and it won’t be long before I want him inside me more than anything else.

“I still want to know.”

“Fine,” he grunts. “Orgasm’s a kind of rapture. Rapture’s not good for demons. Fucks with our heads. Makes us lose our sense of self . . . like amnesia.”

“Amnesia?”

“Yeah. Now can we drop this? I really want your mouth on my balls before I get too caught up in it again.”

The thought makes my stomach contract crazily. “Um, okay.”

The demon’s wicked chuckle fills the cold night air, making it steam.

Chapter 21

I wake to a brush of power over my skin. A hot, whispery kiss of energy that makes me shiver.

I open my eyes to a hole in the world.

Blue flame outlines a whirling pit of blackness that hangs suspended a few feet above my bed. Not just darkness, but the total absence of light. And without knowing how, I know I’m looking at a door into Hell.

Keep your head down, the demon thinks. His hand settles in my hair, tucking my head against his shoulder. He blows out a breath and power brushes by me again, flickering into the visible range for a second as a ball of blue and orange fire that shoots down the Hellhole. It illuminates something in the center of that perfect blackness. A familiar serpentine shape that opens its mouth and swallows the ball of eldritch flame.

That’s enough for you, Giz. Let the others have a turn. I catch the demon’s thought even though it’s not directed at me.

He blows another ball of energy into the Hellhole. This time the salamander that swallows it is white with blue spots.

That’s not Izzy, I think.

Nope, Izzy’s downstairs. He seems to like the top of your fridge. That’s Blizzard.

Blizzard? I blink sleepily as the demon blows another fireball to the frost salamander.

Izzy’s sister. Gizzard and Wizard are his brothers.

Izzy, Blizzard, Gizzard and Wizard? I’m too groggy to figure out what, but there’s something wrong with that sequence.

Izzard, Blizzard, Gizzard and Wizard, the Lizards. Get with the program.

I bury my face in his shoulder. That’s cruel. That must be cruel even among demons.

He chuckles into my mind. You got no idea what’s cruel among demons. That’s it, Bliz, let your little brother have the last one.

He blows a final fireball to a tiny salamander that’s streaked cream and gold.

Oh, he’s beautiful. I’ve never seen one like that before.

Like him? He’s a lightning salamander. Very fucking rare. He might be good for you, since we know you like to call lightning . . .

Only when you’re threatening to cut me in half. I yawn and stretch. My skin sticks to his. I unglue my thigh and rub my legs along his while I stretch.

Don’t distract me. I gotta close this up or it’ll eat your world.

Comforting. I lie very still while the air in my bedroom grows thick and the circle of blue fire gets smaller and smaller. It finally disappears in a curl of smoke. The heaviness in the air dissipates with a pop and the acrid whiff of brimstone.

The demon relaxes back into the pillows and pulls me on top of him.

“Now, when you fell asleep on me, weren’t we about here?”

“You mean after the third time?” I rest my face against his neck, drinking in his scent and the warmth of his skin. I’m too tired to have sex again. I’m going to need to brew some strength potions