Yes. I was confident in my prowess in bed.
All conceited thoughts aside, I took a moment to enjoy the feeling of Shay against me.
She loved these humans, this world.
It wasn’t my first choice. She was my first choice. Always would be, no matter who appeared against us, what battle was on the forefront. It was always Shay.
We were at one of her college friends’ parties. We had another to attend after this, one of her professors. And tomorrow we’d travel with Damien to see their family for the holiday break.
Since what happened the other night, Shay and I had a talk. I was to indulge periodically in my deeper bases of death and destruction—but no humans. That was Shay’s stipulation.
So, on my holiday break, I’d be killing demons.
I was salivating already, thinking about it.
It would kill two birds with one stone—satisfying my demon instincts and also making me an even bigger pain in my father’s ass. He’d messed with me. He’d tried to take Shay from me. In my eyes, the war was on.
My first move: to kill as many of his henchmen as I could.
It was my Christmas gift to myself, and Shay was on board.
But for now, we were here, and my job was to make her happy.
I ran a finger under her chin, tipping her head back to meet my gaze. As her eyes caught and held mine, and as I felt the punch I always did when we connected, I smiled down at her. “Happy?”
She melted into me, her eyes sparkling. “Amazingly so.”
“Good.” I dropped my head down, my mouth finding hers, and I counted the minutes until I could whisk her away. In the meantime, I’d satisfy myself by enjoying her mouth, no matter where we were.
I was a demon. I didn’t give a fuck.
STILL KELLAN
Between you and me, I’m looking forward to the next holiday adventure.
I’m figuring it’ll be Easter.
I hope you enjoyed Kellan and Shay’s adventures.
Read Evil to learn their initial love story.
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For our five-year wedding anniversary, my husband decides he wants another woman.
The traditional gift is wood, but okay.
After trying everything with little improvement, our marriage counselor suggests we experiment to reignite our sex life. A swing party is my husband’s adventure of choice.
Once inside, I can’t go through with it. Seeing him walk off with someone else, I realize we want very different things. Our marriage is over, and I have no intention of having a random hook up with a stranger.
But then away from the noise and revelry, I find him.
It’s one illicit encounter. A night with no names and no inhibitions.
I don’t hold back, knowing I’ll never see him again.
And I don’t…until my parents’ Christmas party.
Sinclaire
Tonight I’ll sleep with someone who is not my husband.
Wood is the traditional five-year anniversary gift, but my bridegroom wanted a swing party. No accounting for taste.
“You sure you want to do this?” Trey asks.
The concern in his words doesn’t disguise his excitement. It’s the most life I’ve seen in his eyes in a long time. I try to ignore the sting of hurt that it’s for some random woman he doesn’t even know, not for me.
“I don’t know that want to do this is exactly accurate.” I swallow the nausea and anxiety back down to the recesses of my belly. “But I want us to work, and if you think trying something like this may save our marriage, I’m willing to try.”
“Remember Dr. Casanov suggested it,” he rushes to say, obviously not wanting to take full responsibility for his desires. I don’t point out that he brought it up, and she said it might be a good idea. Next thing I knew, Trey was suggesting this swing party he’d found on some app or forum.
Which brings us here. Parked in front of what looks like a perfectly normal house in a perfectly typical suburb. Trash bins kiss the curbs, awaiting pick up. A man walking his Doberman sports a fluorescent vest with night reflectors and trails his pet with a pooper scooper. The house next door has a Yard of the Month sign planted in the grass. Suburbia at its most unsuspecting.
“This place is huge,” I say, taking in the sprawling traditional house at the end of the driveaway.
“Six bedrooms.” There’s a note of eagerness in Trey’s voice when he opens the car door and gets out. He starts toward the house, not pausing to make sure I’m following. Not that I’m necessary for the fun he’s planning to have tonight.