Demon Kissed - Katie May Page 0,11

give him my name, even though that’s probably redundant, since they broke into my fucking house.

Asshole’s red eyes land on my hand in Zolroth’s, and those eyes seem to burn even brighter for a second.

I realize he’s the only one who hasn’t introduced himself, and I’m about to turn this rude bullshit right around when horns pop out of his head—long, curved black horns like a ram’s—and I jump, squeaking in fright.

Because what kind of damned magician can do that? Colored contacts I get. But horns? Where could he even hide them? He didn’t even move his hands!

Asshole shakes his head and walks away, going from the living room into the attached kitchen and opening the fridge, like he can’t even stand the sight of me.

“Don’t mind Raz,” Zolroth says, giving my shoulders another squeeze.

“Akor, stop trying to look up her shorts,” Van snaps.

I turn back to see Akor has dropped to the ground next to the couch. When the hell did he even get back? I swear he’s a silent, sexy, mohawk-wearing ninja. He’s on all fours like a dog, mohawk sideways and neck craned so he can peer up the bottoms of my silky turquoise sleep shorts.

Akor pouts. “You’d do it too.”

The silent giant stomps over and yanks Akor up by the hair, which is so stiff it hardly even bends. As he does, black bat wings extend from his back. They’re tipped with long black claws.

Internally, I reel. What the beejezus—

I shriek and try to hide behind Zolroth, using him as a shield. Eyes, horns, now wings?

When Zolroth dissolves in a puff of black smoke in front of me and then reappears on the other side of the room, standing next to gorgeous Van…I can’t deny it anymore.

This isn’t some Vegas magic show.

I make eye contact with the huge giant, who still holds a squirming Akor in his mitt of a hand. And then I do what any logical person would.

I shriek my fucking head off.

All the guys freeze.

Asshole—I mean Raz—is the first to act. He strides over and plants himself in front of me, startling me into silence.

His red eyes lock on me as he growls in a low voice that makes my spine tingle, “Say that you want us to leave.”

“I want you to leave,” I whisper, but something about his voice draws me closer. I step toward him.

“Say you don’t actually want that stupid spell to work,” he commands.

“I don’t want that stupid spell to work.”

“She’s lying.” Akor yanks his hair out of the silent giant’s hands. His mohawk tilts diagonally as he jabs a finger at me. “She doesn’t mean it.”

“Yes. Yes I do!” I don’t want anything to do with them. I want them out. Gone. I want this to just be a dream—

Raz says, “Tell us you want nothing to do with William.”

I stop dead. “Wait. What?”

Akor dances around the silent giant, skipping and saying, “You just have to stop wanting him, and we’ll disappear.”

“Or—”

My head whips sideways like it’s a tetherball tied to their voices. I stare at Van as he runs a hand through his unnaturally gorgeous reddish-brown hair. He brings his hand down to his lips and snarks, “Or we just get this over with. You want in this guy’s pants?”

A surge of heat engulfs my clit when he moves toward me like a lion stalking his prey. Fuck, how I wish he’d pounce and eat me.

No.

Wait. What am I thinking?

Raz growls.

Zolroth shakes his head. “Honestly,” he scolds the rest of them. He reaches out and gently grabs the crook of my arm, leading me away from all the others again, this time toward the French doors that lead to the backyard. I blink up at him, still dazed from the instant almost-orgasm I just had.

He, on the other hand, doesn’t look dazed. He looks exactly like the sharks at my dad’s office do when they’re about to win a big case. He looks confident, in control, sure of himself, maybe even smug.

Zolroth says, “Look. We could leave. Or…we could complete the terms of the spell and help you win over this William guy. Make him yours.”

My heart stops, and my eyes widen. It’s like he’s offering me a lifetime supply of chocolate—too good to be true. “What’s the catch?” I ask, hesitantly. My parents didn’t raise a fool. Well…they didn’t really raise me at all, but still.

Zolroth gives a tiny grin. “No catch.”

I cross my arms. “Mm-hm.”

He leans in, and his breath washes over the shell of