“It’s important I know what you are,” he said.
“And why is that?”
“Because I’m afraid I’ll hurt a human.”
Those words were like a cold bucket of ice over my head. “Are you violent then? Because I’m up for many things, but I don’t mix violence and sex. I already taught one demon that lesson when he decided slapping me was the way he liked to get off. From what I heard, it took him a week to regrow the balls I tore off him before burning them.”
His eyes widened before narrowing. I fully expected him to walk away after my admission, and good riddance, because I was not about to deal with that again.
“Is that demon in this camp?” he demanded.
The anger in his voice surprised me, but it must have surprised him too as he blinked before shaking his head. We didn’t know each other, but I suspected if I said yes, he would hunt the bastard down and make my castration of him look like a party.
“No. I think he’s still in Virginia, but I’m not sure,” I said. “Either way, I’m not into violence.”
He clasped my hand and turned it over. He ran his fingers over mine in a caress that was so out of place with demons, it took my breath away. I’d enjoyed a lot of sex over the years, but I couldn’t recall the last time someone touched me with such tenderness. It made my knees wobble as my desire for him grew.
Damn it, what was this man doing to me, and why was he so different than all the other demons?
“What areyou?” I inquired.
He gave me a sad smile. “I’m a demon.”
“Hmm,” I said, but I didn’t entirely buy it.
Either way, I didn’t care. Sex with him might not be the best decision I’d ever make, but I’d made it.
“I’m a demon,” I said and tugged his hand as I started toward my tent again.
Chapter Five
Hawk
I admired the sway of her hips as she walked, but I had to utter the words that might chase her away. “What’s your name?”
She shot me a playful smile over her shoulder as she released my hand and removed her shirt. My breath sucked in when she revealed her pale skin and black bra. Her full breasts nearly spilled out of the bra as she reached up to drape the shirt around my shoulders. When she gave both ends a little tug, I caught the scent of something sweet and realized it came from her.
As much as I admired her lithe body and ample breasts, I wanted to cover her with the shirt so no one else saw her. I glanced around, but no one was nearby.
“Does my name matter?” Her voice held the faint hint of a Southern accent.
With most of the women I’d been with, no, it didn’t matter. Tonight… “Yes.”
“It’s Aisling, but you can call me whatever you want.” She stopped outside a small tent and pulled back the flap to reveal the shadowed interior. “Here we are.”
I ached to go in there, but she had to know the truth before this went any further. The knowledge of what I was had scared away some demons before, and I didn’t know what I’d do if she turned me away, but I’d vowed not to keep what I was from any of my partners.
The idea of returning to that fire and finding another made my stomach twist with nausea, but if I didn’t feed soon, then I would become a risk. I wanted her more than I could ever recall wanting another, but I forced the words from my throat.
“I’m a canagh demon, Aisling.”
She frowned as she released the flap. I glanced at the tent behind her; I assumed it was hers if she’d led me here, but she seemed confused. Didn’t all demons know about the canaghs?
I supposed it could be possible not to know about certain types of demons as there were hundreds of different species, but the canaghs were numerous and deadly. Every other demon I encountered had known what I was when I said it, so why didn’t she?
“Is that your tent?” I asked.
“Yes.”
