Buttercup (Spell Library #10) - Helen Scott Page 0,19

Magnus. "The only kind of demon I've heard of is a tech demon."

Magnus chuckled darkly. "I'm a little higher up the food chain than that. I'm a demon monk."

When he didn't explain any further, I was stumped. "A demon what now?"

"Monk. We are warriors but not to be confused with warrior demons, they are their own thing. We only fight when we have to and have a deep spirituality that most other demons lack. If I'm being honest, we value our culture and history more than the fight." Magnus bowed his head slightly when he was done speaking.

"Does that mean you're celibate?" I asked, hopefully masking my horror with nonchalance, although judging by the laughter that erupted from Magnus, I didn't do a very good job.

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Magnus's laughter was like a rockslide, or thunder rumbling in the distance until it erupted out of him and his chuckle turned into a deep belly laugh.

"I didn't think it was that funny," I said with a pout.

"Sweetheart, demons are still demons no matter what title you put in front of it. We are still the kings of temptation, and you, my delicious morsel, are the most tempting thing I've ever seen." Magnus set his mug down on the small section of countertop he'd been leaning against while he had been sipping his coffee and stalked toward me. My whole body shivered with anticipation.

I wanted to wrap my hands around his horns and see if they were as smooth as they looked, and also if his demon muscles were as strong as I thought. The man was candy, sweet sugary perfection. Of the male variety.

When he reached me, he lifted me by the waist and popped me on the counter like I was nothing more than a bag of groceries or a gallon of milk. He stepped closer and my legs automatically parted for him, letting him get as close as possible. A low growl sounded from him as my skirt slid up my legs until it was only the fact that I was sitting on it that kept it in place. I should be at least a little shy that I was basically just flashing them my panties, but I didn't care. If they were my mates, like they said they were, then it didn't matter. And the truth was, I was starting to believe them.

This whole night had been weird, from reading the magic book, to feeling like I was in a trance when I was dancing, to feeling Magnus's eyes on me like they were his hands. Why shouldn't I believe them? My heart hammered in my chest as Magnus looked down at me. Yes, even though I was now sitting on the counter with my legs dangling off the edge, he was still tall enough to look down at me.

"Do you want to see how not celibate I am?" he asked, his voice resonating through me, making my nipples peak and my pussy clench.

Gods I was lost. If he wasn't my mate then I would just deal with it, but right now I wanted his cock inside me more than I cared about the mate thing. "Very much so," I whispered.

His mouth descended on mine and it felt like I was being burned in the best way possible. His touch scorched me, marked me for him, branded me as his in this metaphysical way that I wasn't sure anyone without mates would ever understand.

Magnus's lips were like velvet on my own, as his tongue delved into my mouth and his hands slipped from where they'd rested on my waist into my hair, grasping and pulling so I was at just the angle he wanted. His touch was masterful, firm but gentle. I bit down on his lip when he broke the kiss and it only seemed to spur him on so his mouth devoured mine once more.

His hands moved from my hair to my hips and he pulled me close to the edge of the counter. So much so I felt like I was going to fall off. But he was right there pushing against me with his hips firmly between my legs, and his erection pressing against the wet heat of my pussy. If we kept this up much longer his pants wouldn't be clean enough for him to wear home.

The whole thing, it felt perfect except for one tiny part...

I took a chance and held my hand out to Casper. When his cooler skin touched mine, I sighed in