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Seraph frowned. “If? Why wouldn’t I want to get rid of a damn demon?!”

Mama Sari’s lips stretched further into a grin that put all of her teeth on display. “Well, friend, there are many women who are looking for what this demon is giving you and might find your particular predicament enviable. However, it is not my position to judge; I am solely offering clarity and guidance.”

When she realized what Mama Sari was saying, Seraph’s face grew hot with embarrassment. She should have thought before she spoke. Of course, there were women out there looking for a man to give them consistently stellar dick without the emotional drama that often comes attached to a man. Hell, she and her friends had discussed the topic ad nauseam before she found herself in the crosshairs of a sex demon.

“Um. Right.” She cleared her throat and straightened in her chair, giving the wise woman her full gaze. “Well…how do I get rid of the demon that is possessing Damon?”

“First, you must refrain from coupling for twenty-four hours. Then, you must—”

Eyes bucked, Seraph jerked her neck back. “Twenty-four hours?! That’s a whole day!”

Sierra slapped her hands on the table and sat forward, face scrunched into a frown as she stared down her friend. “Girl, do you want to get rid of this demon or do you just want to complain about him but continue on as you have been?”

Pulled up short by the fire in Sierra’s voice and eyes, Seraph settled back in her seat and lowered her tone. “Really, SiSi?” Why did her friend sound so angry with her when she was the victim here?

“Yes, really. I didn’t bring you here to have you feign outrage over a situation where you expressed genuine fear to me. Don’t insult Mama Sari or Zing that way. Either listen to what she’s telling you or take your ass home and wait for Damon to show up and fuck you into a coma.”

Seraph sucked in a breath through her nose, the mere thought making her nipples tighten beneath her t-shirt. When she put it like that…

“We understand that this may be a difficult decision for you, sistah.”

Startled by the throaty voice, Seraph quickly swung her head to face Zing. The woman sat in her seat with her legs crossed underneath her and a small smile curving her lips.

“It’s not what you think,” Seraph began, shaking her head. “I’m not hesitating because I don’t want to give up the sex. I’m…scared I won’t be able to make it that long because I’m physically unable to say no to him. As soon as he appears, I feel compelled to do whatever he is demanding of me. Even if I think that I don’t want to, my mind is overruled by my body. It’s a terrifying sensation to not really be in control of your body.”

Zing’s golden-brown eyes narrowed, and she looked at Mama Sari, who had already turned to face her. They stared at each other for a few moments, seemingly communicating silently, before Zing unfolded herself out of the chair and rounded the table to approach the floor-to-ceiling piece of solid wood furniture that looked similar to an entertainment center but was just glass-covered cabinets, multiple drawers of various sizes, and open shelves in the center of the piece. Zing opened a couple of different cabinets, removing a few items from each one, then returned to the table and dropped her wares in front of Mama Sari. The only things that Seraph recognized were the ball of twine, although it was a vibrant, deep-purple color instead of the usual off-white, and two twigs that were tied together. Mama Sari arranged the four items in a line in the middle of the table and looked at Seraph.

“Is it your desire to eliminate the demon from your life?”

Without blinking, Seraph nodded. “Yes, Mama Sari. That is my desire.”

Mama Sari tipped her head once, and with one hand picked up the two misshapen sticks no longer than the width of her wrist and lifted the ball of purple twine with the other hand.

“Here is what you must do…”

CHAPTER TWELVE

The Final Fuck

Damon knew something was up with Seraph.

He had to.

After she returned from Zing’s Sweet and Sour with Sierra, she hid the items Mama Sari had given her in the bottom of a half-empty box of sanitary napkins in the back of her linen closet. It was an unnecessary precaution because the only thing Damon was ever interested in when he came over was putting his tongue on her clit and fucking her to the point of physical exhaustion. Still, she couldn’t help her inclination to protect the items.

By the time Damon had arrived on her doorstep, she was fully convinced that he was what Sierra—and Mama Sari and Zing—had said he was. Seraph actually took some comfort in knowing that it wasn’t her little cousin who regularly had her bent over the back of the couch but some random entity whose sole purpose was to make her come. This hadn’t been her Damon who was dicking her down proper-like, trying to be the splackavellie she hadn’t called for but couldn’t turn away.

The knowledge was eerily calming.

Mama Sari hadn’t been able to explain why the incubus occupying Damon’s body seemed to have fixated on Seraph, but Seraph was just glad that it was the incubus and not Damon. It lifted a significant amount of guilt that she’d felt over the past few months and allowed her to simply enjoy what would hopefully be their last encounter together.

Maybe the shift in Seraph’s attitude was what made him suspicious. Her usual attempt to talk him out of a night of hardcore, porn-worthy fucking was missing. Instead, she grabbed him by the hand and led him to her bedroom where she undressed him, admiring the hard planes of his body in a way she never really allowed herself before. When he stood before her, naked and ready with eyes narrowed in confusion, she eased him back onto the bed and began the first round by climbing atop him and settling her pussy over his mouth. He wasted no time in grabbing her hips as he licked her already-wet folds, darting his tongue in and out of her, mimicking the rhythm he planned to recreate with his dick.

She ground down on him, riding his face, no thought to whether or not he could breathe, simply chasing her own release, since they had that goal in common. His lips latched on to her clit, and her hips bucked automatically. Then, he sucked on that nub as if it was a triple-thick shake moving slowly throw a straw, and that was all it took. Seraph gripped the top of her headboard as her thighs clamped around his head; she threw her own head back and released a keening cry as she came in his mouth.

While her body shook in the aftermath, Damon scooted from underneath her and came onto his knees. He pulled her hips back a few inches until she had to tighten her grip on the headboard so that she wouldn’t fall face-first into the mattress and guided his dick inside of her wet warmth. Her grip changed from keeping her balance to holding on for dear life as Damon used every one of his glorious inches to stroke her at a pace that would likely knock her brain loose. She tried throwing it back at him, and he hit her with a thrust so powerful that she nearly crashed into the headboard.

Deciding on self-preservation, Seraph released her hold and pressed her face into the pillows, her toes curling as the new angle made his crown graze a different spot inside of her that was no less sensitive. Damon followed her down to the bed, bringing his lips to her ear as he continued to fuck her steadily.