The Demonslayer (Seven Sins MC 4)

There were times when I could almost halfway convince myself that I no longer enjoyed the parties simply because we’d done so many over many decades. And as much as humans liked to think they were so innovative, and so much more wild than the generation before, the fact of the matter was, humans had been wicked since the dawn of time.

Nothing newer generations thought they came up with was new. They were doing all sorts of twisted sexual shit back in the Roman times. And no modern violence came anywhere close to the sick shit that used to go down back when wars were fought hand-to-hand with longswords and daggers.

So it wouldn’t be outside the realm of possibilities that I was just bored of the same old, same old.

The thing was, I knew better.

It had nothing to do with things losing their novelty.

I mean, I’d been on the human plane for a long fucking time. And if there were a few things I could count on never getting old, it was stupidity, bloodshed, and pussy.

The thing was, it all sort of lost its edge.

Except for the last one, of course.

The problem was, there was only one pussy I wanted anymore.

Toxic as fucking hell pussy, given who it belonged to.

I slammed my head back against the wall I’d been holding up since the party started several hours before.

I tried not to think about her.

Really, I did.

It wasn’t like any of it had been an actual choice.

This shit just happened to me.

And now I was stuck with it, with the insistent, intrusive thoughts.

Oh, who the fuck was I kidding?

It wasn’t like anyone knew what was going on inside my head. And inside there, it was fucking all about Dale. Had been since the first time we’d fucked.

I’d Claimed her.

I’d Claimed her before I even understood what Claiming was, before most of us did.

But I’d needed to keep it to myself.

Because it wasn’t exactly a good look that I, a demon, had Claimed a damn demonslayer.

I couldn’t even fathom how the fuck that was possible. Shouldn’t there have been some failsafe put into place to keep mortal enemies from forming some sort of supernatural, unbreakable bond?

You’d think the man upstairs and the one down below would have thought of that shit.

Too busy squabbling over the fucking humans, they always were, I guess.

To be fair, demons were never supposed to be able to get trapped on the human plane either. The creation of the demonslayers only came as a last-minute response to those like us getting stuck. And, well, being demons while we weren’t able to go home. Wreaking havoc, fucking with the humans, all that nasty shit that the Almighty up there got his panties in a bunch about.

It probably never occurred to him to imagine that natural enemies could catch feelings for each other.

Maybe we never would have if they hadn’t gone and started making female demonslayers.

For an almost absurd amount of time, the profession had been entirely made up of men. Slowly but surely, though, as the world progressed, as the man upstairs had to begrudgingly get with the times as well, female demonslayers started to pop up. Few and far between, mind you. Even to this day. But there were some. And that was when shit went off the rails.

Because I’d run into Dale one night.

She was on the hunt.

I was just out and about.

I don’t remember there being any actual trigger. I guess my existence was enough for her. But she started swinging. So I started swinging.

And I don’t know, one minute we were actively trying to kill each other. The next, we were ripping off layers of clothes and I was slamming inside her tight, dripping wet pussy.

I didn’t think anything of it while we fucked, while she came around my cock over and over and fucking over again, like she’d been denied the sensation for her whole life and was trying to make up for lost time.

It wasn’t until she’d all but passed out from coming that I slammed deep and came too that shit got fucked.

I couldn’t explain it.

It was like something just… clicked on inside me.

My fucking wings flew out of my back.

And there was this voice inside of me that just kept repeating it over and over and fucking over.

Mine.

Minemineminemineminemine.

In a split second, the entire fucking world changed.

I changed.

But she must have felt my wings closing around her or something because her eyes flew open right as I was trying to understand the new sensations flooding my system.

She screamed at me, shoved me back hard enough that I fell on my ass, and ran.

She’d barely paused long enough to gather her clothes.

Then she was gone.

I went home disoriented from it all, too confused even to try to think it through, let alone research it with some of Ace’s books in the library.