Demon Kissed - Katie May Page 0,81

I focus once more on the conversation at hand.

“Careful now,” Raz tells them. “I don’t think Kastros likes what you’re saying.”

“Why? Her figure is banging. I’d do her in a heartbeat.” Arariel licks her lips.

My jaw drops.

“Mmm…just imagining your pretty mouth open like that on my pussy gets me all riled up,” she grins.

But…but…is she a lesbian? And who says that to a complete stranger?

“No. She summoned us. If anyone’s corrupting her, it’s gonna be us.” Raz’s voice booms with authority. And, unless I’m mistaken, a hint of possessiveness.

No. It can’t be that. I’ve got to be wrong.

“Dajiel, Tatrys, Wallim, Drogelzesh.” Van nods his handsome head in greeting at each of the male demons in turn, but how he can tell them apart is beyond me.

Are they quadruplets? I wonder.

And fuck my mouth with a razorblade, I realize I said that out loud. Great. Now everyone’s going to think I’m Adam’s age.

“Well, compared to us, you probably are.” Arariel navigates between Kastros and me so she can make her way over to them. She snags a beer from the demon on the right and takes a sip before she turns to me. “I’ll be eight hundred and forty-two this year.”

Holy wow. That’s older than my demons. Like way older.

Van grabs my hand and turns me towards him. “You might want to stop saying everything you think out loud, particularly when we all know that every third thought is about my cock.”

Where do my traitor thoughts turn as soon as he says this? You guessed it.

Clamping my lips together and glaring at Van, who just smirks, I march over to Raz and steal the beer from his hand. “I need this more than you do,” I tell him. Then I make my way over to the couch (the normal, brown leather one in the human-like TV room, not the pit). I kick off my shoes, raise my beer toward the guests in a toast and say, “To the rest of my night being normal!”

They must not like my toast because nobody but me drinks. They all just laugh.

Kastros comes and sits down in an armchair near me, looking me over and studying my face. Immediately, I’m worried there’s something gross on it. Oh God, is there blood on me from that arm I picked up earlier?

But he gives me a hesitant smile.

The other demons join us in minutes, one of the quadruplets giving Raz a hard time for keeping his human face on at home.

“Come on, man, you gotta let your horns hang out sometime,” quadruplet number one says.

He just shrugs, but his eyes flicker to mine and I know immediately that he’s thinking about me and Adam. They switch back to human form to keep us comfortable, which is kind of sweet. I’ve never really thought about it before, but I wonder if it’s uncomfortable? I mean, where do their wings and horns go when they’re not in their demon bodies? Do they just retreat into their bodies like lumps? Or tumors? Winged-tumors?

I turn to Kastros and sign, Does it hurt?

To my surprise he answers, When I fell from Heaven?

My mouth pops open. “Wait. You guys fell from Heaven?” That whole bit is true?

Zolroth comes to sit down next to me, tossing his arm up over the back of the couch just behind my head. “What are you telling her, Kas?”

Kastros uses demon sign language for a second, and Zolroth bursts out laughing. “That’s a pickup line, love,” he tells me.

“Oh.” My cheeks burn scarlet. “So angels don’t really fall and become demons?”

“They do.” Arariel comes closer and perches on top of the coffee table near me. “I used to be part of a flock.”

“We did too,” the quadruplets say simultaneously.

She rolls her eyes at them and then gestures at Raz. “Their little murder of demons was born in Hell, though.”

“Murder?” I ask.

“Crow reference—black wings. Stay focused, love. You’ve opened up Arariel’s favorite can of worms. History. Prepare for a long, boring evening,” Zolroth says.

“Shut your ignorant yap. It’s fascinating.” Arariel clasps her hands in front of her. “When God first discovered that worlds could be populated, it was by accident. He was working in his garden, culling the planetary plants, but he’d just been working in the lightning meadow before that, and had some lightning residue on his hands. A tiny trickle of lightning hit one of the planets. At first, he was sure it had been destroyed, and he reached down to pluck that planet off the vine,