Pure & Sinful (Pure Souls) - By Killian McRae Page 0,58
and Marc, now!”
“What… Why?”
“He’s a priest and a Pure Soul in love with the witch. You figure it out,” was all Dee had to say to make the imminent threat apparent.
Halfway down the stairs, lust wrapped itself around Dee, taking his temperature up about five degrees. In an instant, licentious instincts triggered and his radar began scanning the bar for any female needing company. Pausing and reeling from temptation, Dee tried to focus on what had changed between the time he left Persephone’s office and this moment that would have such an effect.
With a libido naturally in overdrive, it wouldn’t take long for the effects of a seduction charm to undo his inhibitions. Dark magic penetrated the human body through one of the five senses. He did drink the champagne, but knew his sister would never overlook something so fundamental. Nothing had touched him, and he hadn’t smelled anything sinister in Persephone’s office and only the sweat of the clubbers on the dance floor. Sight-charms rarely proved useful (other than the all-too-human tendency to love the pretty faces a glamour could conjure), so the demons didn’t even try those.
Which only left...
“Io actom auditat nuc!”
Calling on his own magic, Dee cut off his ability to hear. In a wash, the desire evaporated. Yes, his suspicion was right. The beats being tossed by the DJ were more than hypnotic; they were imbued with dark magic. It all added up. Besides, Dee had always suspected that dub step was part of a larger, devious ploy.
Persephone, a few steps ahead of him, turned and mouthed something. Lip reading remained a skill that eluded Dee. Luckily, gods didn’t need vocal chords to communicate to each other.
“The music,” he said to her psychically. “It’s cursed.”
“But it’s not affecting me.”
“Must be customized for human souls. Hit me like a crack whore with a vendetta the second we came out of your office. Your demon must know you’re a divinity and wouldn’t pick up on it. Smart motherfuckers. Steph— Marc and Riona are very human. They won’t be able to resist. Take care of the DJ while I find them?”
“You know I can’t fight the battle for human welfare,” she reminded him.
Dee shoved a hand and annoyed expression towards the back of the club. “No, but as a boss you can fire his sorry ass or, hell, just smack him down.”
Persephone gave a quick nod, turned on heel, and dove into the throbbing horde.
Seduction charms were no laughing matter, but weren’t exactly cutting edge fashion. Humans were doing a good enough job in the modern era of screwing each other and their own souls in the process to need demon help. Still, there was one demon who was the granddaddy pimp of seduction charms, and Dee had no doubt it was indeed Asmodeus, Lucifer’s numero uno disher-out of lust since before lust was cool, working the DJ board.
He considered for a moment casting a deafness charm over everyone in the club, but knew that would tip off Asmodeus and send him scattering into the shadows. Not to mention, he just didn’t think his magic was strong enough to envelop so many people. Persephone was immune from most demon charms, but could she really do anything to counter such a heavy weight? Dee didn’t know. Despite his own divine heritage, the only way to understand the full canvas of a god’s power was to sit on the mountain, and he had never sunk so low as to rise so high up the chain of the immortals.
Nope, he needed to find Riona, so she could send this damn demon straight back to his mama.
How many times had he dreamed of this very moment? Well, maybe not this one as much as the several that would follow it: when Marc found himself wrapped in Riona’s embrace while he held her to him and made love to her. Now, as his eyes locked into her hungry gaze, as he tittered on the edge of losing his own innocence, about to cast off and forsake all his vows, he found himself hesitant.
“Marc?” She seemed to have taken notice of the confusion marring his features. “Marc, why did you… I thought… I thought you wanted me?”
Using every fiber of his will, he swallowed hard and kissed her. But this kiss was not to kindle the passion, it was to contain it.
“More than is holy,” he admitted as he closed his eyes and let his forehead fall against hers at the same time as he