The Demonslayer (Seven Sins MC 4)

“What are you going to need from me?” he asked. “Is this an on-call only sort of thing? Is there going to be travel involved? Is it nights-only or anytime?”

“I don’t know what my superiors are expecting of me with my new mentees. As soon as I figure that out, I will have a schedule. But the idea is pretty much that I am eating, sleeping, and breathing this until it is finished.”

“What’s so important about this one?” he asked. “Did he take out one of your own?”

“No,” I said, getting a sour taste in my mouth at the truth. “He’s killing babies,” I told him. “Seriously?” I asked when his face stayed impassive. “That doesn’t shock you?”

“Should it?” he asked, shaking his head. “Humans have practiced infanticide since the dawn of time. Oftentimes killing their own babies, not to mention those who were slaughtered in useless wars.

“Right now, in fact, babies are dying of dehydration, malnutrition, and preventative diseases. Meanwhile the world just keeps going on like it isn’t happening. I don’t see why I should be shocked over this when the humans have been not giving a shit about their babies since the dawn of time.”

“That’s a really cynical way to look at it. By the whole, people love their children.”

“Possibly. But if we are looking at numbers here, humankind has killed far more babies than any demon ever has. Yet your Council is up in arms about this.”

“Well, because this is happening here and now. And we can stop it. There’s nothing I can do about those babies in ancient times. But I can do this. I can put an end to this now.”

“Do you like your job?”

“It’s not a job,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s a destiny.”

“Right,” he agreed, nodding. “But do you like it.”

“It doesn’t matter if I like it.”

“Let’s say it matters to me.”

“Anything that you were literally forced into has its ups and downs,” I said, shrugging. “But I am good at what I do. And I believe in stopping the evil in the world. And don’t—“ I cut him off when he opened his mouth, “give me another lecture about humans being evil too. I am well aware of that fact. That’s why hell exists, isn’t it?”

“You still didn’t answer the question,” Minos insisted.

“Because I don’t know the answer!” I hissed, waving an arm out. “I don’t know. I’ve never stopped to think if I liked it or not because it doesn’t matter if I like it or not, it is what I was built to do.”

“Seems to me like you’re built to do more than just slay demons, baby.”

“Stop it,” I snapped, voice low. It sounded angry, which was what I wanted. Because it would mask what I was really feeling. Turned on. By just a simple, throwaway comment like that.

“That wasn’t what I meant,” he said, leaning inward, eyes bright. “Having trouble keeping things professional already, are you?” he teased. “But you’re not wrong. You were absolutely built to do that,” he said, and the shiver that moved through me seemed to go right down into the marrow in my bones. “With me,” he added.

“No,” I objected. “Not with you or your kind.”

“Well, not with humans,” he said, brow raising.

“No. With other demonslayers,” I said, jerking my chin up. “Which is my plan from here on out,” I added, bald-faced lying. I would never let one of those assholes I came up with in The Academy put their hands on me.

“No.”

The sound growled out of him.

No.

Snarled.

It snarled out of him.

And it was maybe the sexiest sound I’d ever heard in my life.

God, what the ever-loving-hell was wrong with me?

Nothing about a demon’s snarl should have been sexy.

I mean, I could excuse myself for enjoying the whole forked tongue situation. Any woman would. If the Almighty was taking suggestions for human evolution, forking the male tongue should definitely be at the top of his list.

But a snarl?

I needed therapy.

If only there was such a thing for my kind with my particular kind of problem.

“Actually, I can do whatever I want with my body,” I told him. “I will call to you when I need to talk to you,” I said, deciding I needed to get the hell away from him before we got into too big of a fight. This was too important to screw it up over some hypothetical sex that was never going to happen.

With him.

Or anyone else for that matter.

I got all of half a block down before a hand grabbed me from behind and yanked me down a tiny, dark alley between two buildings.

I barely had a second to process what was happening before I found myself slammed back on the unyielding brick wall.

“This is what you want to do with your body,” Minos hissed as his hand slipped under the waistband of my pants and panties, pressing between my thighs, feeling the proof of how much just a damned conversation with him turned me on.