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"More than a week." I tugged my fingers through my hair, around my horns. I would need to feed soon or I would lose control and possibly kill the next person I fed on.
"You got nothing from Samantha?"
"Only what came naturally and her blood, which, as you know, isn't needed. Honestly, I was more satisfied after being with her than I had been with anyone else, and I didn't even pull at her essence." I didn't know why I was telling him this. It wasn't like he would trust my word for it. I was a demon, I wasn't to be trusted.
"And you haven't wanted to feed on anyone else since then?" he asked. He was no longer attempting to back up, which soothed some part of me enough to loosen the hold my tail had on him.
"The only ones that have tempted me have been men." Sparks flew between us when I admitted that out loud. Finding substance in the demigod would mean I could take as much as I needed, and he would still stand upright. It wasn't the same for them. The part of them that was a God made them able to handle it.
"Get back to how she was hurt," he said.
"Well, she was out of her head with lust, some of my pheromones may have leaked out as I resisted her. So she could not fight. I took out as many as I could. A vampire slipped past me and was draining her when I killed the last demon. She was almost dead when I took him out. I took her to Alastor, because he thinks she is his true love, and he healed her."
His brows rose in reaction to my words. "He broke one of his father's rules?"
"You remember how he used to go on and on about doing anything for love, right? He is a total sap for her." I rolled my eyes.
He huffed out a half laugh, a single ha. His shoulders were looser now that he knew she was going to be okay. "I didn't think I'd ever see the day."
"Our hunter has that effect on supernaturals, apparently," I replied.
"Ourhunter?"
My neck heated as he caught my slip of words. I rubbed my forehead with my fingertips as I focused on his shoes. They were generic black walking shoes that blended well with his black jeans. I didn't know why I expected to see a pair of boots on his feet. He felt more like he would enjoy having a motorcycle between his legs and the open road in front of him. Maybe Samantha's arms wrapped around him. My chest tightened as I held my breath, I'd have to say something. Clearing my throat, I brought my gaze back to him.
"Did I say that? I meanyourhunter," I said.
He stepped forward, his thigh brushed mine. "I'm pretty sure you said what you meant. Are you sure you want to die? I think you may have developed feelings forourhunter."
"I'm a demon," I scoffed.
"She knows the difference between good and evil. I think there is a misunderstanding about you. I have met enough demons during my time running this place to know that there is no such thing as a purely evil demon just because they were born that way. My belief is the soul they created you with instills you with traits that they had. If they were a good person in life, then you would be a good in yours."
"Well, then the next set of demons will be pure evil," I replied as he brushed against me again. Hades would have ensured that by passing on all of those evil witches and warlocks the Reaper had collected a few months ago.
"Then I guess they need a powerful king," he said.
I snorted. "I guess my father should have another child then, because an incubus is not strong. The most I could do is make them want me."
"There is a power in that," he replied. "I imagine if you had a queen who was just as powerful and able to keep them in line, they would listen."
"You mean the hunter?"
"Did I say Samantha's name? Or did you just infer it because she is who comes to mind?"
"I would never force her into that life." We were using the same air he had gotten so close. It was hard to concentrate on the conversation when the very breaths I was taking were coated with him. I saw how it worked out trying to force a woman to be queen when they didn't want it. And although I felt like my brother, Tristan, should have just taken what he wanted, when it came down to my own life, I couldn't do that.
He hummed a response as his fingers danced along my shirt. "I don't blame you. I'm not suggesting force."
He was putting thoughts into my head that didn't belong there. I didn't want to rule. And a demon hunter as a queen would cause chaos and fear, not respect.
"But she wouldn't be coming alone. It seems quite a few of us are in love with the same girl. Fighting over her doesn't seem logical when we can share, if she is open to that. I've seen a few relationships like that, and they work. Her best friend has one."
"You would give up your bar?"
"Nah, I'd let my second run things for me and visit from time to time," he whispered the words, his liquor-tinted breath mingled with my own.
"I thought you said we shouldn't," I whispered back.
