The Devil's Taint (Erotic Demon Hunter Tales, #1)

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*Follow Casey and Nick's further kinky adventures with The Demon Sisters and The Vampire's Glamour

Casey is a professional demon hunter with a flair for sex magic. She understands the paranormal, and knows just how to deal with the most indecent encounters. But when her newest job draws her into the troubles of a handsome young executive with a past, she finds herself shaken and the magic going awry. Can she control the demon before it's too late?

Warning: This raunchy 6900 word short story is intended for adults only. Contains a bold heroine, a sexy man with powerful secrets, a horny demon, explicit sex, oral sex, anal play, demonic tail fucking, and a diabolically hot threesome!

Excerpt:

The floor near the platform was littered with small bones and feathers, and half-burned candles. I sat down on the cold marble and kicked away the debris. "What did you use to summon the thing?"

He moved close, lifting his left hand, palm turned up under the flashlight. He looked me directly in the eyes, and the light's meager glow caught the tight set of his mouth.

"I used my own blood." His voice was deadly serious.

I looked down to see a faint white scar across his palm. I nodded slowly, my mind reeling. This detail had somehow escaped my research and my employer's report. This was more than kids fumbling with ouija boards, more than your typical demonic haunting. I knew there was something dark hidden under that squeaky clean record. Blood had consequences. And Nick knew it too.

I took his hand in mine, and kissed the faded scar. "That was," I murmured, "really stupid."

I pressed his fingers to my breast and then reached for his belt buckle, pulling him forward. "This time we're not using your blood."

The flashlight clattered on the marble surface and shut off, cloaking us in darkness. Neither of us cared. Nick's hands deftly unclasped my blouse and then slipped behind my back, unhooking my bra. He brushed over the gem at my neck. It flared with a blossom of warmth that only I could feel; subtle magic hinged on my desire.

I shifted my body and his hands moved on. He ran his fingers over my back, my ribs, and then returned to my breasts; first cupping them, then stroking my hard nipples.

A tingle of anticipation rippled through me, and his belt slipped from my hand onto the ground. I slid my fingers up under his shirt, brushing across his taut abs, then down the smooth edges of his hips before sliding under his waistband. I felt his arousal straining below my fingers, but took my time slowly peeling his pants down.