Devil May Cry (Dark-Hunter 11)

Her hair tickled him, and in one heartbeat he joined her climax.

He growled as absolute pleasure tore through him. She was exquisite and she left him breathless and weak. So weak he doubted he could ever move again in this lifetime.

She fell against him, covering him with her body. An uncharacteristic giggle escaped her as she snuggled in his arms.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned about her.

"Fine," she said in a dreamy tone. "l feel as satisfied as a well fed kitten."

He laughed at her. "Yeah, I know the feeling." He wrapped her in his arms before he rolled over with her and pinned her against the floor. "l was right. It was worth your mother killing me."

He dipped his head down and kissed her.

Kat sighed at the way his muscles flexed under her hands. He tasted so incredibly good ... She never wanted to leave this spot. Ever.

"Ah, gawd, naked people! I'm going to be sick!"

Sin tensed at the deep, feminine voice that came from the doorway. Turning his head, he gaped at the sight of not one but two Charonte demons ... At least he thought that's what they were. But their skin wasn't mottled with swirling colors-something that always marked their species. Rather, they looked like two women in their early twenties.

One was dressed in black, like a Goth college student, with a short black velvet dress and corset-laced boots. Her hair was black with streaks of red through it. The other one was blond, wearing a pair of jeans and a loose, flowing red top.

"Well, then don't look," the dark-haired demon said to the blond one, who looked strangely like Apollymi. "Why you looking if you don't want to see? Look, right there." She pointed to his Dali painting on the wall. "They got nice walls with paintings here. You should look at them instead, then you won't be sick. See how it works?"

Kat was biting back a smile as she slid from under him and manifested her clothes on her body. "Hi, Simi."

Sin quickly clothed himself and waited for the demons to realize what he was and attack.

They didn't.

The dark-haired demon smiled, showing off a set of small fangs. "Hello, akra-kitty. Sorry it took so long to get here, but someone"-she stared angrily at the blond demon-"wouldn't let me come without her, 'cause she said that Vegas has lots of sparklies she wanted to see. The Simi told her she was wrong, but you see who won the fight, don't you?" She made a loud huffy noise. "You're so lucky you're an only child. The Simi misses her time before someone" -she . glared at the blond demon again, but the tirade didn't seem to faze her companion-"that would be Xirena came along and moved into my house. The Simi is just lucky that akri didn't make her share her room."

Xirena made a sound of disgust in the back of her throat. "Oh, stop it, Xiamara. All you do is whine, whine, whine. You're a demon. Act like it."

"Demon?" Simi snorted. "l have you know that I am more demon than an army of them. I am the Simi and the Simi acts any way she wants to 'cause akri says I am the best demon ever born. You're just jealous your akri don't love you like mine does me."

Sin was stunned by their exchange. He'd never seen demons this ... chatty. Simi was more like a spoiled teenaged girl than a flesh-eating demon. "Is this ... What is ... ?" He stopped because he was rambling as he tried to make sense of them. "l have to say that I've never witnessed this before. They do this a lot?"

Kat laughed. "Simi hasn't adjusted to her sister yet. They're having socialization issues."

Xirena curled her lip. "I'm not having an issue with anything other than the fact the cursed god has made my sister strange."

Sin frowned. "Cursed god would be Acheron?"

"Simi belongs to him," Kat explained.

Oh ... that couldn't be good.

Simi beamed. "The Simi is akri's daughter."

Xirena made a choking noise. "How many times do I have to tell you that you are not the daughter of the cursed god? You are the daughter of two demons! Stop calling your akri your daddy. It makes my wings droop."

Simi stuck her tongue out at Xirena. "My akri is my daddy. He said so and it is so, so your wings can droop all they want, 'cause it won't change anything."

Sin was still befuddled by the two of them. How were these two supposed to help them combat the gallu? Kessar would tear them apart. Rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably, he looked at Kat. "Are you sure we shouldn't see about getting another set of demons? I don't see how they're going to help given the way they're arguing."

"Oh, trust me," Kat said with a short laugh, "the fighting stop s as soon as food comes into the picture."

"Food?" Simi stopped her tirade instantly. "Where's some: food?"

"Is it good food?" Xirena chimed in.

Simi rolled her eyes at her sister. "Is there such a thing as bad food?"

"Well, yeah, there's Daimon. They're kind of gamey tasting and they stick in my fangs."

"Oh, that's true," Simi agreed. "But I have this one kind of barbecue sauce from New Orleans that can kill that gamey taste. It makes them really good eats. Rank Daimon meat right up there with human and opossum."

Xirena looked thrilled. "Is that that sauce I saw in your room with the woman with a leather whip on it?"

"Oh no. That's Pain and Suffering, but that one's good, too.

This one got a man who's breathing fire like a fat dragon, only he's not fat, he's-"

"Excuse me, demons?" Sin asked, interrupting them.

They looked at him as if he were about to be added to their menu.

And coming under their full attention was a big mistake. As soon as Xirena's gaze met his, recognition lit her black eyes. "You a Sumerian."

Her eyes flashed yellow as her skin mottled with red and black and black wings grew out of her back.

He braced for the fight, but before she could attack, Kat stepped in front of him. "Calm down, Xirena. Sin's on our side."

Xirena spat on his floor, which irritated the hell out of him, and he was sure housekeeping wouldn't appreciate it, either. "Death to all Sumerians."