Pure & Sinful (Pure Souls) - By Killian McRae Page 0,40
of Riona’s wrists. “Interested in seeing how into you I can get?”
Heavy-lidded eyes looked so fucking good on Lucy, Riona thought. Oh, to have that smoldering stare looking up at her from a little further distance down… “Yeah.”
Lucy knew darn well she’d say yes. She was already reaching for her purse on the floor before Riona had given her throaty reply. “Okay, then. How about you go splash some water on your face, and I’ll take care of the bill. Then we can head back to your place.”
Water on her face? Yeah, water. She needed it, needed to douse her out-of-nowhere flush so she could walk the three blocks back to their apartment building. That, or invite Lucy back to the bathroom with her and …
Well, it wouldn’t be water she’d get on her face, but she’d be wet, all right.
The women’s room of the Café Renet was located in the back, behind the kitchens. Buildings in this part of town, erected in days when foot traffic had reigned supreme, led storefronts to sacrifice their width for length. An alleyway buttressed the building block on the rear. Even with the door closed, Riona’s nose tingled at the sulfuric stench that found its way in from that derelict space. She rounded the corner of the hall, eyes on the bathroom door, when her arm was tugged nearly clean off her body.
The warm paw of a hand covered her mouth in a second as her back met the brick wall of the alley. She could manage some basic repulsion magic without words, but as her eyes adjusted to the dim light caused by the shadows of adjacent multistoried office buildings, the image of her accoster sharpened. Riona stifled her screams; she was too intrigued by the why and how of his presence to blast the asshole into the dumpsters.
She didn’t recognize the body, though in her more-relaxed, not-so-being-kidnapped-y moments, she’d admit that the guy’s physique was exactly the type you’d dream about. If ever you had a “being swept away and ravaged willingly by a fucking hot guy” fantasy, that is. But his eyes… There was something otherworldly about those peepers. That shade of blue rimmed by silver didn’t exist in the human spectrum. She’d only ever known one being who possessed that dreamy, though ultimately evil, gaze.
“Jerry?” she breathed out when he cautiously lowered his hand. “But you’re dead. Vanquished.”
He met her half-inquiry, half-accusation by the pressing his well-endowed body against hers, giving her a chance to see and feel just how up-and-at-‘em he really was.
“Does anything about that feel dead?”
“But how? Is this a glamour?”
“You’re a very talented witch, Ree, but you only destroyed my earthly body. The soul, even a demon soul, can only be destroyed by the Big Guy. This body —” he took a step back and let her take a full floor-to-heel once over, though one of his hands stayed anchored on her shoulder, making sure she didn’t make a run for it. “— is borrowed. Possession is taught the first day in demon training. And I take it from your scent you’re pleased with my unwitting volunteer.”
Her scent? “What?”
His body melted back over hers like a slice of American cheese. “Yes, your scent. You smell… ready.”
More than twisting in a knot, her insides were in full-on sideshow contortionist mode. “You can smell me? Like, there?”
His head dipped down to her neck as he breathed her in, trying to inhale her like a fine line of cocaine. When he pulled back, he looked intoxicated. “You smell so much sweeter than anything in Hell, Riona. What I wouldn’t do to just strip you naked right here and … Holy-fucking-ow!”
Backing up and giving her enough room to swing her knee full force into his groin was a terrible oversight, one that the poor owner of the borrowed body would be feeling for a week to come. Jerry doubled over and staggered as Riona regained her repose. She drew her hand back, as the vanquishing spell — hopefully this time more permanent — began to form on her lips.
Jerry’s hand flew out. “Wait a second! Please, I’m not here to fight. I’ve only got a few minutes anyways. I had to pull major strings to get topside as it was, and even then, I had to possess this dumb fuck, but I had to warn you.”
Her incantation ceased. “Warn me? About what?”
Jerry tried to straighten up, but unlike the monster bulging against the zipper of his jeans, semi-erect was