Page 34 of Demon Food

My swallow limped down my throat. “Are you a virgin?”

A grin broke across his face. Stunning. Moon white. Demonic. “I am.”

Fuck. Fuck, so I was right. My heart began to race again. I was the chained-up food for a virgin prince.

He pushed himself off the vanity, and I stumbled backward until my back collided against the wall, to which he chuckled. With the herbs clenched between his teeth, he fucking chuckled as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

They were cruel. All of them.

I shook my head at his working fingers, like I could stop it. “I don’t agree. I don’t agree to be your first. That’s not how it’s supposed to work, and you know it.”

“I don’t think you understand how things really work, my love.”

“Come any closer, and I’ll fucking kill you,” I hissed. “I swear it.”

“Oh?” There was something so mischievous in his smile. “You have another weapon hidden somewhere in…whatever it is you’re wearing?”

My cheeks heated. I was suddenly very aware of how little I wore, and how see-through it was. It barely even concealed my cock.

He peeled his shirt down his shoulders and dear gods, he could crush me with his chest and stomach muscles so supremely toned, just a landscape of strength. It directly contrasted his sickly appearance.

“Your heartbeat sure does hasten as you look at me,” he said. “Is that because you’re frightened? Or because you like what you see?”

I glared. If he was going to kill me, then why even talk? Why ask my name and where I was from? Just to toy with me? It was pure evil.

“Fuck you,” I spat. “You’re a fucking monster.”

“Oh, yes. Very much so.” A ghost of a smile teased his mouth as smoke coiled from his nostrils like two serpents. “But I bet there’s a part of you that secretly likes ‘fucking monsters’.”

Chills twisted down my arms.

“See? There it is again,” he whispered, grinning as he stepped closer. “Your heart reacts so prettily to me, human.”

What the hell? I couldn’t explain it, but it was like he was inside my chest. Inside my body, listening. I couldn’t press myself any further into this wall.

Then he suddenly dragged his gaze away from me, twisting over his shoulder like he was listening to something besides my body.

A knock sounded on the door, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

He snorted, eyeing me like it was just so much fun to watch me squirm. “It’s only my attendant. Don’t worry. He’s not as frightening as me.”

I didn’t respond, struggling instead to conceal my body when his molten copper gaze fell the length of it.

He sucked in a long drag of his herbs as he lifted his gaze once more. His exhale was slow and his smile wicked. “Come, human. Do not trip on your leash.”

With that, he was gone, leaving me behind in a cloud of smoky winter herbs and fucking confusion.

Was I…to do as the virgin sex demon said? Was I to follow him into his BEDROOM?

That was an awful idea, but then again, it wasn’t like I had any better options.

I carefully stepped around the broken shards of mirror, hesitating by the door. A peek through the crack revealed a normal, healthy looking vultus kneeling beside the prince, face white in alarm as he studied the stab wound.

“What the hell happened?” he was asking. “Who? Did you get a name?”

“I did,” the prince said, coughing. “Oh, human.”

“It was a human?” the attendant asked, squinting. “How in the gods’ names did a human do this? Where are they now? Did you kill them?”