Page 83 of Demons Dig Donuts

“Excuse me?”

“You fucking prick! I was thrown in a dirty fucking hole, I had to break out of fucking prison, summon Reginald, and whatever is left of him is around here somewhere running amok! Pretty sure Debbie is dead—”

“Who the hell is Debbie?”

“Focus! I’m not done!”

As Indy raged, he was vaguely aware that Azazel and Luke were here, along with a new werewolf with thick, wavy brown fur. They were battling Mr. Mitternacht and keeping him away from Indy and Mr. Heiss, and Dill suddenly roared in pain. Some of the monsters had managed to climb him to attack, and Aodnait howled as she ran toward him.

“I had some kind of fucking panic attack again, like an idiot, and all I could think about was you!” Indy seethed. “You telling me to breathe! Calming me down and actually kinda sorta giving a shit! And, and all the dancing! How fucking confusing you are—”

Indy had been too busy fussing at Mr. Heiss to realize a giant flaming woman and a leshy made out of very flammable material colliding was probably very bad. When Aodnait leapt into Dill’s arms, the resulting explosion was a giant wave of sparkling flames and an impossibly huge fireball growing outward to consume everything.

Including Indy and Mr. Heiss.

Mr. Heiss dropped to his knees, hugging Indy tight as he curled his wings around them.

Indy squealed as the overwhelming heat permeated through Mr. Heiss’s massive wings and turned the small space into a sauna. The fire rolling by was visible where his wings were damaged, but Indy didn’t burn.

He was safe.

Right here in Mr. Heiss’s arms.

He stared up at Mr. Heiss, entranced by the shadows flickering over his handsome face from the fire peeking through the holes of Mr. Heiss’s wings and the vivid glow of the embers embedded within them. Mr. Heiss’s eyes were equally fiery, so blue and bright that the flames almost seemed purple from the red of the fire blazing around them outside the harbor of his embrace.

“Mr. Heiss—”

“That is not my name,” Mr. Heiss said shortly. “Now shut the fuck up.”

“What—”

Mr. Heiss kissed him.

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

Indy surrendered, a prisoner to the passionate press of Mr. Heiss’s hot mouth. The kiss was urgent, desperate, and he couldn’t do much more than let himself be entirely consumed by it.

It was incredible.

Heat coiled inside of Indy’s body and reached temperatures that rivaled the flames still burning around them, and his hands trembled as he cupped the sides of Mr. Heiss’s face. He moaned when Mr. Heiss’s tongue slipped in and curled around his own, and there was something that very much felt like a second tongue moving there too.

Oh, this was stupid.

So very stupid.

And yet, Indy couldn’t bother to even consider stopping.

Mr. Heiss was equal parts frustrating, maddening, and utterly irresistible. The glimpses of the man—well, demon—beneath his prickly exterior were charming and sweet, and Indy wanted to pick away all those sharp edges to fully reveal the gorgeous creature beneath.

And also ride his dick.

Like, a lot.

Really hard.

Mr. Heiss brought the heated makeout session to a close with one final sweet kiss, murmuring against Indy’s lips, “You really couldn’t have waited ten more minutes, hmm? Had to summon your pets and set an entire dimension on fire?”