Page 61 of Demon Demands

My better half,

I know how much you love dick, and being a dick, so I saved this one for you.

-Your thoughtful demon

16

Sloane

Thursday Night

I popped back in front of the bar with a clean outfit on and no blood on my face. Surprisingly, there was no gore leftover under my nails, but the shower walls had held all the evidence I’d needed to see.

My demon might not have acknowledged it, but we’d been covered in demonic filth.

Striding through the door, I ignored the looks I received. Changing my hair color again before I’d left the palace had been the right call. All I wanted was one night to fly under the radar in Hell. To not be the Devil’s Spawn or the Third Devil. Or the True Devil… or any of the other names they called me that I wasn’t aware of. I wanted to be me, but without all the bullshit that came with it.

I’d dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt, tucking it into my short red leather skirt, and pairing it with black, knee high stilettos. My hair was back to being as raven black as Hyde’s, but held my normal loose curls. Lips as vivid as fresh blood, and smokey eye makeup made me feel like it was a regular night in my own club. Except, for once, I had company…

Party of eleven, please and thank you.

York and Briggs were both at the bar with Jack, Grim, and Dolyn, ordering drinks and food for our group. I slid into the seat beside Vaughn, across from Hyde, grinning as she eyed my skirt.

“That’s mine,” she sassed, rolling her honeyed amber eyes at me. “Are you ever going to give it back or should I buy a new one?”

“I bought you a pink one,” I reminded her. “And I’m keeping this one. I have zero intentions of giving it back.”

“That skirt will break either Stone or Briggs. I honestly don’t know which,” Novak admitted quietly, sliding Vaughn a glass of water.

“Stone,” Briggs murmured as he took the seat beside me. “That skirt is fucking hot, but it’s not going to break me.”

No. It wouldn’t, but...

Keeping eye contact with Briggs, I pushed images into his mind; things I’d just done, specifically for him. Me, naked, spread open in front of a mirror. My hands trailing over my skin, tweaking my nipples before dipping between my legs.

Sitting on the plush rug in my bathroom, knees bent so he could watch as my fingers disappeared and my thumb brushed my clit. Sucking those same fingers into my mouth, moaning at the taste.

Briggs threw his head back, groaning as he scrubbed a calloused hand up his neck and through his beard. “Fuck,” he stammered. “Is this what you were doing to Palmer?”

Pulling a very Novak move, I placed my hand on my chest, gasping in shock. I leaned away from Briggs and into Vaughn with my mouth agape.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I countered as innocently as I was capable of. Meh. Didn’t work. A grin slowly stretched my lips without my permission.

He glared around the table at the rest of my guys. “It’s like a pornographic montage playing in my head.”

“We know,” Stone quipped. “And if you let Novak into your mind, then we could all see what you just saw.”

“Yep,” Palmer replied, giving Briggs a taunting smirk. “We’ll see how long ye last, Wolf. I want in on whatever bet’s goin’ on.”

“I told him I could break him in four flashes from my memories.” I admitted aloud, biting the side of my lip as Hyde dramatically gagged.

“Mmm,” Palmer hummed, tilting his head right and left. “Are ye manipulating them or givin’ him real memories?”

“Real ones… so far.” I shrugged my shoulders, winking at my shifter.

“Five,” Palmer stated. “What happens if ye lose?”

“I won’t lose,” I responded confidently.