to find me in this town.”
Ash’s jaw tightened. “We’re gonna talk later about you keeping shit from me.”
The guy who stepped from the shadows beside the building they’d been passing made Ash groan. They were in for one hell of a fight. He was thick as fuck, beefy hands the size of dinner plates, and his thighs were at least three of Ash’s.
His eyes glowed red as his nostrils flared.
“Macaw,” Ryan snarled.
“Did you think you could hide from me forever?”
Ash looked around. The street was deserted, except for a few cars on the other side of the park. Having a demon materialize on the street was bad. Worse, Ash wasn’t sure he could defeat the demon.
They possessed powers that shifters and vampires didn’t have. Ash didn’t want to know what powers this guy had. Cadeym, one of the demon warriors, could produce lightning in the palms of his hands. He could pull it from the air, too. Phoenyx, another demon warrior, had the power to heal, even if that person was on death’s door, with a single teardrop.
Then there were evil demons who used their powers to hurt and kill.
Like this guy.
Their best bet was to run, but that opportunity had come and gone when Macaw grabbed Ryan around his throat and lifted him from the ground. Ryan hissed as he clawed to no avail at the demon’s hand and wrist.
Ash shifted into his wolf and attacked, biting into the demon’s leg, tearing flesh from bone, but Macaw still wouldn’t let Ryan go. His mate was turning an odd shade of red, and Ash was desperate to get the vampire away from the demon.
He shifted back to his human form and picked up a cement trashcan from the curb, slamming it into Macaw’s back. The demon stumbled forward then turned and glared at Ash. “You’re next.”
Shit. What would it take to stop him? That trashcan had weighed a ton. Ash jumped onto Macaw’s back and put him in a headlock, trying to make the demon go to sleep.
When that didn’t work, Ash shifted back to his wolf and used a dirty move. He clamped his jaws down on the demon’s nuts. No matter the creature, that was a foul move no man could just ignore.
The demon howled and released Ryan. Ash’s mate dropped to his knees, scratching at his throat, gasping for breath. Ash let Macaw go, and the demon stumbled backward, into the shadows.
And then he was gone.
Ash helped Ryan to his feet. They needed to get out of there. One, the demon might come back. Two, Ryan was naked, and Ash didn’t want any humans calling the cops on him.
“Are you all right?” Ash checked Ryan’s throat. There was immense bruising, but nothing a feeding wouldn’t take care of. He just needed to make sure that Macaw hadn’t done any damage to Ryan’s throat.
“Do I look all right?” Ryan stood and swayed. Ash held on to him until his mate was steady on his feet. “Let’s get moving. I want to get to Warren.”
They hurried down the street but stopped just outside the clinic. “Here, feed from me.” Ash offered his wrist. “You need to heal those bruises so Warren doesn’t ask any questions. He’s already freaking out about vampires and shifters. I don’t think he’s ready to find out that demons exist.”
Ryan snorted. “There you go again, trying to hide things from him.”
“For now,” Ash argued. “I do plan on telling him the other things that are in our world, just not yet.”
When Ryan sank his fangs into Ash’s wrist, goddamn. Ash wanted to fuck him right there on the street. Those sweet lips dragged at Ash’s skin, almost like a caress. It took all his strength not to touch Ryan.
His mate sealed the wound and licked his lips. Right in front of Ash’s eyes, he saw the bruises fade and then disappear.
“Better?” Ryan asked.
“Gone.” Ash couldn’t conceal how much he’d enjoyed letting Ryan feed from him. He was naked, and he had a boner from hell.
Ryan looked at Ash’s erection. “If you hadn’t gone to someone else to get your rocks off, I might’ve taken care of that for you.”
He walked into the clinic, leaving Ash standing there naked and needy.
Chapter Six
Warren was taking this better than he thought he would. His mind was still turbulent, and he felt as if he were in some bizarre dream, but at least he hadn’t passed out again. He was sitting on the side of the bed, his hands