Page 7 of Darcy By Day, Demon By Night

I only let go because I wanted his pants off. I grabbed hold of them and tugged. It was a bit of a struggled but I finally got the leather down to the floor so he stepped out. Now he was completely naked.

“Nice,” I said, debating about putting my hand or mouth on him.

No, I didn’t need to pick, I do both.

“Can I return the favor?” he asked, pointing to my top and then down at the skirt.

“Let me!” I said, reaching for the hidden snap at the front of the top and popping it open. My breasts fell free of the tight top, and Vanth sucked in a breath.

“Gorgeous,” he said.

I preened under his gaze. I’d had guys like my body in the past, but it was almost like I was a guilty pleasure for them. Those guys thought they should like skinny girls instead, so they pretended as if fucking the fat girl was an act of charity.

This didn’t feel like that. Even though Vanth was at least six and a half feet of muscular, luscious masculinity, he looked at me like I was the true beauty in the room.

“You’re the most exquisite woman I’ve ever met,” he whispered, moving back a little as if to take me in better. He bumped the table and upset a stack of books. Turning, he grabbed them before they could tumble to the floor and gave me a full view of his backside.

I dropped my gaze to admire his ass only to be confronted by a tail.

It wasn’t one of the stubby, adorable, vestigial tails that some people are born with. This one was long and thickly corded with muscles. It wasn’t part of his costume though, it was a natural part of him.

With a gasp of surprise, I covered my breasts with my arms and took a stumbling step back.

He turned around, giving me a puzzled look. “What’s wrong?”

“Uh, you have a tail!” I cried out. “It's a real tail. A tail-tail!”

He blinked. “You can see that?”

A gave him a wide-eyed stare. “Of course I can see that!”

He pointed to his head. “Do you see anything up here?”

His fingertip was almost touching one of his horns, so I assumed he was asking about them.

“You mean the silver horns? You were wearing this same costume at the tea party. I thought it was a clever combo with the regency outfit, but…” My voice trailed off as I realized something very significant.

“It’s not a costume, is it?”

Vanth

It was rare that a human could see past my natural glamour. If they did, it was usually because somewhere in their ancestry there was a magic user. It was probably good that we were having this talk before sex, but it was hard to think straight when so much of my blood was pooling in my cock.

“Right, um, so I’m a demon,” I started.

“A demon?” she repeated. “As in hell? Oh god, are you trying to steal my soul?”

Standing very still, I held up my hands palms out, trying to be soothing.

“We aren’t like that,” I assured her. “None of it’s like that. I’m simply from a different realm than humans.”

“What do you mean realm?” she asked. At least she was looking less scared.

“The human world isn’t the only one that exists. There are many realms that all exist side by side.” I wrapped my tail around my body and grabbed it near the end, tugging at it nervously. “All demons have natural magic that makes us look like regular humans. You’re one of the rare ones that can see my true form without me having to do some complicated magic to reveal myself to you.”

“Is this place on earth?” she asked, casting her gaze around the library.

“No. I spelled Yuri’s front door into a portal. You walked from the hallway of his apartment building into my home within the Midnight Realm.” I pointed a finger at the arched windows. “If it was daytime, you’d see cloudy, gray skies and fens spreading out into the distance. It might look similar to a bog in Ireland. There wouldn’t be a paved road, city, or another house for as far as you could see.”