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Aunty Paloma was enjoying her embarrassment way too much.
Her smile didn’t fade as she said, “I can introduce you to Klaus sometime, if you want.”
Joy’s heart began to pound. She tried not to look too eager. “He’s here? In the mortal realm, I mean.”
“Yes. And Klaus uses “they/them”, please. I’d introduce them now, but they usually take a walk around this time and won’t be back for at least another hour.” Aunty Paloma’s nose wrinkled. “I can’t believe I found them attractive at all; they’re so obsessed with walking and nature and exercise and“healthy”meals. It’s exhausting.”
Joy’s lip twitched. Her aunt sounded long-suffering, but the fond smile curving her lips said otherwise. Then Joy’s heart returned to pounding when what they were talking about properly sank in.
Her aunt was dating a demon. And by the looks of it, it had been going on for at least the past fifteen years, since Aunty Paloma had gotten rid of her husband.
What the fuck is even going on?
“Youwouldlike to meet them, right?” Aunty Paloma asked, raising an eyebrow.
Joy nodded quickly. “Yeah. Okay. Yes. I’d love that.”
Her aunt smiled knowingly. Joy didn’t think she’d ever blushed this much in her life. She had a lot more questions to ask, but was too embarrassed now to ask them. She didn’t want her aunt getting any ideas. She was just here for … research purposes.
“Good luck with the rest of your revenge,” Aunty Paloma said, walking her to the door after she’d called a Bolt. “Call me when you’re done so you can update me on how it goes. I’ll talk to Klaus, and we’ll discuss a date you can meet them.”
“Right. Thank you, Aunty.”
“And don’t be a stranger, you hear?”
“Yes, Aunty.”
Joy waved. Her aunt watched her until the Bolt disappeared down the curved road. Joy turned backto face herfront, ignoring her pounding heart.
Her heart didn’t stop racing until she was back in her little accommodation, the treacherous organ leaping damnably into her throat when she spotted Malachi, as usual, dwarfing the sofa, a small, cute frown on concentration on his face as he watched the TV. He could be so still, sometimes, almost like a shadow.
He glanced at her when she stood there staring for too long. “How was your visit with your aunt?” he asked, smiling.
Joy wanted to go over there and climb into his lap for no reason other than the pleasure of doing so. She felt … sheltered, when he held her. Small. Safe. She knew she could get addicted to the feeling, which was the only thing that stopped her.
“The visit was—fine,”shestrangled out. “I’m—I need to … pee.”
Malachi’s eyebrow twitched. “Are you asking for my permission?”
“Shut up.”Malachi huffed out an amused breath.Joy’s cheeks were on fire. Oh God.
She disappeared into the bathroom. Turned the tap on. Wet her face and slapped her cheeks. She stared at her reflection. Fuck, her eyes were so bright, so obviously hungry.
She didn’t think she’d needed her aunt’s permission, but she’d gotten it anyway.
Joy was going to fuck Malachi. Oh, she was absolutely going to fuck him. She clenched her thighs together, remembering how it had felt to grind against the ridged head of his dick—the oh-so-fucking brain-circuiting feel of it had nearly had her drooling and losing her mind.
Shehadto fuck him.
It didn’t have to mean anything. After what her rapist had done to her, why shouldn’t Joy take pleasure where she saw fit? She hadn’t thought she’d ever feel or even accept this kind of pleasure since that day, and she didn’t know if it was a fluke or just … Malachi.
As for everything else—the way he made her laugh, how hungry she was to know everything about him; what madehimlaugh?—she couldn’t entertain any of that.
Thishad to beabout fucking only. Fucking was easy. Simple. Uncomplicated.After everything, Joy desperatelyneededeasy,simple, and uncomplicated. Anything more was going to be too much.
Besides, she couldn’t really date a demon, no matter what her aunt thought. Right? No, that was fucking ridiculous. How would it even work? Would she be able to introduce him to Iyore? Or take him out on dates, or whatever? Probably not.
“Stop thinking about dating him,” Joy whisper-growled at her reflection.
