The Demonslayer (Seven Sins MC 4)

I didn’t like the ominous ring to that, but I had to admit that things were looking a little dark.

I mean, the Council was dead.

Our priest had fled.

And a high warlock was worried.

It wasn’t looking good.

So, yeah, I was going to soak up all the good I could.

And that was exactly what I found in Minos. Goodness. Even if it went against everything I believed about demons.

“Everything okay?” Minos asked as I made my way out toward him.

“No. Definitely not,” I told him. “But I don’t think things are going to be okay for a good, long time. So we are just going to have to get used to that.”

To that, he nodded.

“Maggie is alive. In a coma, but alive.”

“Better than dead,” Minos said, his wings going around me.

“The entire Council is dead.”

“So who is in charge now?”

“Gideon. And Marsh. And me.”

“No shit?”

“No shit,” I agreed. “It is going to be a crazy few weeks. Or months.”

“Luckily, you don’t mind crazy.”

“That’s true,” I agreed, leaning into his chest. “I’ll have to spend a lot of time here,” I warned him.

“I’ve got nothing but time,” Minos said, his arms going around me.

“You don’t mind sharing me with The Academy?”

“Baby, until a couple days ago, I thought all I would ever get from you was the occasional call to make you come. I’m happy with whatever you can give me.”

“Hey Minos?” I called as his warmness seeped into my bones.

“Yeah?”

“I still like it when you make me come,” I told him.

“Well, then I better get you home then, huh?”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Minos

Grabbing Dale, I turned her, waiting for her to brace her hands on the bed before slamming inside of her.

We’d somehow managed to get inside and sneak upstairs with no one seeing us.

We both knew we’d have to face the others eventually, but also agreed it would be an easier interaction if we could go into it fresh off of orgasms.

“So fucking wet for me,” I hissed as I buried deep in her tight pussy.

“Harder,” Dale panted as her fingers dug into the sheets.

Mindful of her various injuries the past few days, I’d been unusually careful with her, treating her with the same kid gloves a demon might when fucking a human, not wanting to leave marks or broken bones.

But Dale was almost healed, save for some bruises. Even those seemed to be lessening as each hour went by, though.

She didn’t need gentle anymore.

On that thought, I grabbed her legs, yanking them up, placing them on the edge of the mattress. Grabbing her hips, I used them to ram her back into me as I slammed into her.

Hard.

Fast.

The headboard knocked violently against the wall as Dale’s moans got louder and louder.

She flew through one orgasm, leaving her falling forward onto the bed.

But I wasn’t done with her.

I would never be done with her.

Now that I had her.

Slipping out of her, I reached for her ankles, grabbing them, twisting, and flopping her onto her back.

Her perfect tits bounced with the movement, and I couldn’t help but reach for them, to toy with them until she was writhing and begging for my cock again.

I pushed her knees into her chest then thrust into her, feeling a growl move through me as she cried out and her pussy tightened around my cock.

There was no holding back then.

I fucked her to the sounds of the headboard knocking divets into the walls, then through the creaking of the wood itself starting to break, all the while she begged for more.

“Fuck,” I hissed as her pussy spasmed around my cock, milking my orgasm from me as she came.

“Did we break the wall?” she asked afterward, looking up at me with a dopey smile.

“Maybe a little bit,” I told her.

“And the headboard?”

“Maybe a lot,” I told her, smiling at the laugh that escaped her.

“Maybe replacing that with metal might be a good idea,” she said. “I have no suggestions on how to protect the wall, though.”

“We’ll figure something out,” I said, sliding out of her, then reaching for her hand, pulling her with me toward the bathroom to climb in the shower.

We.

She was saying we a lot.

Each time she did, the beast inside of me felt calm and contented, making me realize just how miserable I had been all those long months without her accessible to me.

“On a scale of one-to-ten, how much do your brothers hate me?”

“None of them hate you,” I assured her after we showered and got dressed, ready to make our way down the stairs to confront whoever was home.

About us, sure.

But also about what was going on in the world.

“I was mean to the girls.”

“They’ll understand. Josephine locked herself in a bathroom to avoid Ace when she first figured out what he was. Trust me, they will get it. The longer we stand here, the more anxious about it you are going to get,” I reminded her as I went to the door.