Demons Prefer Blondes (Demons Unleashed #1)(41)

Cool! Because she didn’t stand a chance against a bunch of hormone-intoxicated men. “That’s comforting.”

Frankie’s eyes flickered. “So you’re a succubus, huh?”

“Afraid so.” Flashing her pearly whites, she struck a pose. “Never would’ve guessed it, right?”

Gerardo rolled his eyes and a laugh rolled out. “Please, I knew it all along! You had sexpot written all over you.” He reached across the front desk and pulled out his blasted portfolio. “Remember this?”

She should’ve known. Gerardo and that stupid photo. He just couldn’t part with it. “Do you want me to sign my mug shot? It may increase the value.” Yeah right.

Frankie arched a brow. “If it’s that bad, we can use it as a before-and-after picture.”

Lucy narrowed her eyes and arched her brow in befuddlement. Had the lunar eclipse done more than unleash demons into the world? These guys were talking like a bunch of silly willies. Scratch that; she was acting a little nutty, herself. Then again, she was entitled to, considering the circumstances.

Frankie, obviously mistaking her expression as look of intensity, gulped. “Not that the before picture is bad, but… you know… you’re off the chart on the smokin’ hot scale now…” Frankie’s gaze darted around the room. “I think I’m gonna shut up now.”

“I’m pretty sure that borders on false advertising, anyway,” Lucy added with a chuckle. She could just see the advertisement.

Want to go from this to this? All you have to do is boink the life out of someone.

No way! “Then again, we could always add the line ‘Results may vary.’” Taking in Gerardo’s and Frankie’s sidelong gazes and the excited grins on their faces, Lucy shook her head. “I’m joking. Don’t get any ideas.”

Both men blew out disappointed breaths—in unison! They could’ve been twins, save for Gerardo’s swarthy skin and dark hair and Frankie’s pale face and sandy blond hair. Then again, Gerardo wore feathers, and Frankie thought he looked like a giant flamingo. Besides being gay, the similarities pretty much ended there.

Gerardo puffed out his chest like the giant—albeit lovable—peacock that he was. “I’ll stay here and protect Lucy.” He jumped in the air and kicked. “Hi yah!” Backing up, he bowed. “I’ve been dying to show you that move forever!”

Lucy’s mouth gaped open. Gerardo knew karate? What else had the Latino been hiding? His ability to knit three sweaters in a single bound? “When did you learn karate?”

“I dated a karate instructor. He gave me private lessons.” Gerardo winked and added, “And let me tell you, private lessons are much better than public ones.”

Lucy didn’t doubt it, but she didn’t want to hear about it either.

Kalli coughed and sputtered. “Ahh… Frankie can go with me. Mr. TMI stays here with you.”

For being a demon, or whatever she was, Kalli sure had the modern lingo down pat. Then again, she probably lived in this world before most of Lucy’s ancestors. Maybe she should ask her how old she is, to sort of break the ice. The older-sister-type vibe rolled off her where Rafe was concerned. What a relief!

Smirking, Kalli leaned in and whispered, “Isn’t it rude to ask a woman her age?” With a soft chuckle, she turned back to Frankie. “Let’s go.”

So she could read minds? Could Rafe too? Talk about awkward. Like she wanted the man she needed to boink knowing her every thought. Raking a hand through her hair and gritting her teeth, she tossed a surreptitious glance at Kalli. With an unconcerned shrug, she smirked. What else were these demons hiding from her?





Chapter 11


The blast back to Limbo proved uneventful as always. Rafael had long grown used to the rush of icy winds barraging his face while he teleported. He glanced down at his companion. Squeaky, apparently, hadn’t. Long arms wrapped around his chubby chimp body, he shivered. A sliver of ice dangled from his nose. Imps! Not developed enough to handle the transport between worlds.

But if what Kalli said was true, this wasn’t any ordinary imp. This was Quetzalcoatl, long-lost god of the Aztecs. He must have done something horrible for the Fore-Demons to diminish him to an imp. Rafael shook his head. Not bloody likely.

One thing was certain; there was more to the chimp that met the eye.

“Let’s not do that again,” Squeaky shook crystals of ice from his fur.

The squeaks were too much. Time to get this monster a muzzle.

“Come,” Rafael bit out. Yanking the pesky imp by his arm, he pulled Squeaky behind him. “The Fore-Demons await.” The sooner he got this mess straightened out, the sooner he could join Nic in saving Coby.

Coby. How was Nic’s rescue going? Remorse flooded inside. He should be the one rescuing her. They were bonded by blood. They were twins. Connected. He should be there, with the sweat, blood, and brimstone, fighting for his sister. Instead, the Fore-Demons sent him to Earth to get the blasted chest—the same chest that had put Coby at risk. The same chest that now held Lucy captive. He’d spit on the Arca Inferorum if he could. He, however, still valued his position as a Paladin. He hadn’t even given one thought of Coby while on Earth. He’d been too busy with Lucy. Too busy becoming enchanted.