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"Will I get a second date if I tell you I love it?" I asked.
She restrained a smile, her eyes sparkling with her merriment. "Maybe," she said as she tugged her lower lip into her mouth to nibble on it again. "But it is a deal breaker, if you don't like it at least."
"It was good." I placed my fork on the table next to my unfinished plate of soggy fries. "Better than this famed dish."
"I could have told you that," she snorted. It was an adorable sound that made me grin across the space at her like an idiot.
"So, second date?"
CHAPTER 27
Samantha
A weekand not a sign of the Demon Prince. I didn't take him as a fuck them and leave them type. Not that I should think about him right this second.
My mind drifted to the other three men that took up space in my head at all times the past few days. Raiden and his kind gestures, trying to convince me we needed to date.
Alastor, with his random appearances in my life and constantly feeding me. He was convinced he couldn't count anything as a date if he didn't buy me food. I wasn't sure why he even wanted to call them dates. It wasn't like he had tried to make a move.
Then there was Lex. My heart ached a little when I thought of him. No strings. He kept his word, always the flirt, always ready and willing to let me have my way with him. But emptiness spread into my very being like something crucial was missing. I blame the other two. If I could put them all together, they would be the perfect man. Even if I wasn't looking for a man. I seriously had to keep reminding myself of that fact.
The breath left my lungs in a painful whooshing as the bat-wielding demon hit me square in the stomach. He was theclosest to human that I've run across, not counting vampires, and he was strong too. It was my fault for getting distracted by my own thoughts.
Fuck, that hurt.
My breath was painful as it filled my lungs. He would pay for that. Add it to the already broken rib that was healing, and all I could feel was anger.
He didn't waste time as the wooden weapon crashed into me again. I gripped my ribcage with my right arm and welded my dagger with my left.
"You're not so strong now, hunter," he growled, not noticing my blade as he advanced.
I fell back to make him think he'd won. I was sure my already beaten face gave the impression he could win. A wicked grin spread across his face as he took another step.
Come to me, bastard, one more step.
He went pale and dropped the bat before running in the opposite direction. Confusion took hold as I fought another wave of nausea. I knew I wasn't that scary, so when I turned around and found the Prince of Demons lounging behind me, I pushed out a noisy breath as I found my feet.
"My little hunter, you need to stop killing my demons,"
"If they stayed in Hell, they wouldn't have anything to worry about."
"Yet you haven't staked me," he said, pushing off of the tree.
"I use a dagger, not a stake."
"What happened to your face?"
"Your demons." Rolling my eyes, I pushed past him. It looked worse than it was at this point, all yellow and green grossness.
I knew it was a mistake as soon as my arm brushed his. In one fluid motion, I was in his arms. Had he grabbed me or did I reach for him, none of it mattered as our lips danced over each other. Even the slight pain the kiss caused my newly splitlip wasn't enough to make me stop. I couldn't get him out of my system, the taste of his mouth, the feel of his fingers as they brushed my skin, spreading electricity through my whole body. The sensations were almost too much for me to handle as I moaned. He swallowed my sounds down, hungry for me in a way I understood after his absence the last week.
When had I gone from wanting to capture him and send him back to Tartus to needing to climb him and wrap my legs around him as he held me up? I didn't know. But the need for him grew as I pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses over his skin, and he held me against him. Could he do that thing where my clothing was gone, maybe include his too? He groaned loudly, echoing off of the surrounding forest as his head fell back, and he gave me better access to his throat. My hands explored his skin beneath his shirt as I pushed it up and out of the way.
"Where have you been?" I asked against his skin. I hadn't missed him. This was curiosity, right?
"I went home," he replied. It made me pause. He left without me capturing him and then came back. "I couldn't stay away, my little hunter."
His words flowed over me like honey, thick and sugary, making my limbs feel heavy. "Are you staying?"
