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“Well?” Joy’s voice came out unintentionally demanding. She swallowed, trying to reign in her desperation as she forced herself to meet the demon’s red eyes. “There has to be something I can give you.”
Shewas still trying to reconcile with the fact that she found a freakingdemonalmost painfully attractive. Then again, they were tall, dark, and handsome, and something about those fucking horns and those magnificent wings and that forked fucking tongue werereallydoing it for her, who’d have thought.
But when they’d looked into her eyes like they’d done earlier, like they’d been searching for something—Joy had forgotten, for a brief moment, where she was. It had been the position, she realised now; though they’d only used their knuckle, and their touch had been gentle, coaxing, it had taken her back to that night, tohimgripping her jaw tightly in his grip, his fingers biting into her flesh and digging painfully into her bones, forcing her to look at him as he took what she’d never willingly gave.
“Your blood will suffice,” the demon finally said.
Joy blinked. “My blood?”
“Yes.” They licked their lips.
Joy trembled. “That’s it?”
They raised an eyebrow. “Yes.”
Joy’s eyes narrowed. “I’d like it added to the contract, then. You can’t trick or coerce me out of my soul.”
The demon actually fucking rolled their eyes. “I can’t take your soul if you don’t consent, human.”
“But you canmakemethinkI consent, can’t you? Under duress.”
Their lips twitched. Their eyes seemed darker. “Yes,” they admitted. “Fine. I accept. Iswear I willnot trick or coerce you into giving me your soul.”
Demons were usually bound by their swears, Aunty Paloma had said. Joy glanced down at the knife she’d discarded, resting on the outer edge of her circle.
“How much blood are we talking?” The tip of her index finger still stung, though the bleeding had stopped.
“Nothing that will affect you seriously. A drop, perhaps.” Those red eyes gleamed hungrily in her periphery.
Joy trembled again. Were demons nice? Considerate? Could they be? Last week, at Aunty Paloma’s, for one moment, Joy had been sure she’d seen a glimpse of a dark-skinned, horned creature exactly like the one in front of her standing behind her aunt’s sofa, it’s clawed hands resting on Aunty Paloma’s shoulders. But when she’d blinked, the apparitionwasgone like it’d never been.
She should’ve asked her aunt about it. Did Aunty Paloma have a contract with a demon? Why had it been touching her like that? Like a partner or—or alover.
“Well?” the demon said, echoing her tone.
Joy glared at them. Their brow arched, their lips twitching.
Joy’s lower belly did a weird somersault. She bent over, grabbing the discarded knife. She swallowed hard.
“How do you—?”
“Drop the knife.” They eyed it with disgust, like it was a primitive instrument. It probably was, in their eyes. “Give me your hand.” They were staring at Joy’s left hand, at the finger she’d cut.
Fuck. Could they sense the cut? Or smell the source of her spilled blood?
Joy reached out, then hesitated when her eyes landed on the demon’s sharp-tipped nails. She swallowed nervously.
“They won’t hurt.” Their lips twitched again. “Much.”
Joy’s stomach swooped. Were they fuckingflirting? What the fuck.
The demon didn’t slice her hand. No, they reached for her still-throbbing finger, pulled it into the hot, wet cavern of their mouth, andsucked.
Joy couldn’t quite suppress the embarrassing sound that tumbled out of her, her body instinctively leaning forward, arousal pooling hot in her lower belly like lava.
It might’ve been a trick of her mind, but the red of the demon’s eyes seemed to glow brighter. Their long lashes fluttered and theygroaned, the sound raw with ecstasy.
Their tongue—which was smooth, firm and ridiculously slick—stroked against the cut on her finger, before wrapping around the digit like a fucking tentacle. It had her imagining for a wild moment how it’d feel between her legs, against her clit—insideher cunt. When the demon finally pulled her finger out of their mouth with a lewd sounding slurp, it was bleeding again.
