Pure & Sinful (Pure Souls) - By Killian McRae Page 0,41

the best his spine could manage. “About Lucifahhh….. Lucifafafafa…. You can’t get too close with that woooo…. Wooo…. Wooooo, wooo, wooo… Fuck! He’s got a binding spell on me.”

She was trying desperately to make sense of his incoherent babbling. Suddenly, he sounded like he was doing a perfect impression of Jim Carrey’s spoofier moments. One thing that did come across in his dread-filled, sincere expression was his frustration with his wobbly wording.

“Jerry, warn me about what? Or is it about whom?”

He clenched at his abdomen. She knew her kick packed quite a wallop, but it shouldn’t have reached his kidneys.

“Come on, Jer. Don’t exaggerate,” she goaded.

Jerry shook his head. “No, my time’s running out. My soul is starting to descend; I’m losing a grip here. I know the feeling, it’s like indigestion. Please, Riona, listen to me. I can’t tell you specifics, but… Gah. Fuck. Be careful with whom you keep your company. People aren’t always who they seem to be on the surface. Be care… Ah, God damn it all.”

Some modicum of the tenderness she once felt towards him bubbled to the surface. Riona found her arms circling around Jerry’s frame and trying to support his on-loan mass of muscle. When he was able to stand, he stilled for a moment as their eyes locked.

“I don’t suppose you’d consider giving me one last kiss, before I’m condemned for the rest of time? Just, you know, for all the good times?”

The tiny voice in her head telling her it was a bad idea fell silent when he pressed his lips to hers. Her body blazed, belying her reticence. Lust, powerful, pure and possessive, seized her. Was this demon magic? Was it the fact that they’d been intimate once upon a time and her soul recognized his, despite the stranger’s frame? Or was it just the fact that the body that Jerry had borrowed, as she would realize later, had a slight resemblance to a certain member of the local clergy?

Whatever. If there was a trick, this was doing it. Jerry didn’t let any opportunity go to waste. One moment, she was supporting him, the next moment, her back was against the brick wall again, and Jerry’s Larry-on-Loan body pinned her roughly at the hip. Instincts subsumed rational thought, the temptation of letting the man who had given her the best sex she’d ever known have his way with her, even in a grimy back alley, too much to resist.

“Fuck, Riona, I could smell you before. I want to taste you, too.” His mouth moved to her neck as his hand slid up her side, settling on the mound of her breast, his thumb brushing over the pebbled peak. “Let me spend whatever short time I have left in this body making you scream.”

Focus played hide-and-seek as his hand lowered back down, hitching under her leg and pulling it up over his hip. His grinding set her dizzy.

“How long is that, precisely?” she gasped.

“A few minutes, maybe four at most. I don’t need long, you’ll remember. I know just how to get you there and quick.”

Oh, God, and how. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Perhaps more, she couldn’t believe she was allowing this to happen. But what was a little play between exes, especially when one of them was currently occupying a hot body with a limited lease, making that awkward “so, are we a couple again?” pillow talk impossible.

“Do it, Jerry.” Before I get hold of my senses.

“Jerry?”

The voice was the same, but as the host body pulled back with eyes now a dull brown instead of her ex-lover’s demonic blue, she knew the game was up.

The demon was gone.

“Who the hell is Jerry? My name’s Pedro.” The confused guy looked down at his hand under Riona’s leg. When he saw that it was his hand holding it in place, he dropped her like a fifty-cent taco. “Who the hell are you, and what the fuck am I doing here?”

Riona didn’t think Mr. Fuzzyhead was going to believe he was about to go to town on her in the alley behind Café Renet. Or, at least, his body was about to do the duty.

Instead, she quickly shifted into fake panic, hoping the mystery man had sense and morality enough not to want to be arrested. “That’s what I’d like to know. So, is that a nickel in your pocket, or are you just happy to rape me?”

He took the accusation just the way she’d hoped. Immediately, his feet set