Page 58 of Demon Demands

Consuming bloodlust.

That was a mood.

The brick red male on the left turned his attention to us, and we watched with sadistic glee as he leered at our body, curling his lip up like we were a common street whore.

The savage smirk on our face would have a mere mortal running for the hills, but the cunt in front of us shot his hand out to wrap around our throat instead.

Our smirk turned into a bloodthirsty grin, but our hands remained on our hips.

My Stone tensed in front of us, and the rest of my treasured mates were walking the thin line between stepping in to help or stepping back to watch us eviscerate him.

We wouldn’t stop with him, his friends would become acquainted with death as well, since they didn’t feel the need to even attempt to control him.

We said nothing as he tried to barter with my Stone to purchase their demon whore and buy his way into the Devil’s good graces. His words, not ours.

Clearly he’d been living under a rock somewhere. He didn’t recognize us yet, and that put a hairline fracture in our pride.

We did not like that.

“You should ask her how she feels about being bought like merchandise and referred to as a whore.” My Stone shrugged at him.

Such a smart demon.

“I don’t care what this whore has to say. You and your friends can keep her. I’ll find another, one that doesn’t look at how fat my pockets are.”

He squeezed tighter, and we fought our twitching lips to keep from smiling bigger.

He thought we wanted his resources. How cute.

“I know you’ve been chosen to be the Third Devil’s Equal, and as I said earlier, I want to buy into her favor. Whatever it takes.”

Yes. We’ll definitely be calling this scum Dale. And his friends would be Paul and Andy. They reminded us so very much of some of the human men we’d met a few months ago, during one of those pointless meetings at that dreadful pharma company.

“She’s not mine to sell,” Stone reiterated, trying futilely to make him see reason.

No matter.

They’d all be dead by sunrise.

“Take his money, my treasure,” we replied in breathy tones. “Let us go home with him for the night. Though I’m sure it won't take that long. What do you say, big guy? About ten minutes to get your dick out and have you worked into a frenzy? We could be done and back before drinks hit the table.”

“You bitch,” he spat, raising his other hand to hit us.

We didn’t flinch, but my treasured mates were not happy with the idea of him slapping us.

We were thrilled over it.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” my York tried to warn him, his Australian accent as soothing as my fae’s chilly touch.

We didn’t want Dale to be warned, we wanted him scared.

“She’s already plenty mad at you, and if you hit her... Well, that isn’t going to stop her from killing you, now is it?”

We tsked at the male demon like an unruly child.

“We’re going to call you Dale,” we informed him, our voice doing that lovely echoing that happened when we were in-sync. The multiple voices always amped up the fear in our victims.

And I was so hungry.