Page 20 of Hellish Witch

Some said they’d seen hellcats with their own magic, like how hellhounds could play with fire. Given the felines were a lot more elusive than their doggy nemeses, the rumours weren’t widely confirmed.

Well, they weremeantto be elusive.

This particular hellcat, with red accents and a notch in its left ear, had been terrorising me since I’d freed her four days ago. She’d broken into my cabin a handful of times, causing havoc and stealing whatever took her fancy before sauntering back out.

“It’s okay, pretty girl, I’ve got you,” Killian cooed, stroking a clawed hand down her back.

The traitorous death kittypurred.

I blinked rapidly, sure I’d lost my fires-damned mind.

But the vision before me didn’t change.

Not only had that stalker of a hellcat found me again, but the demon I’d just had a sex dream about…

Was. Right. Here.

“Um…” I trailed off, meeting Killian’s mirthful gaze. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t you remember last night?” His voice dropped to a sinfully husky purr.

Every muscle in my body locked up. My heart was about to slam its way out of my chest.

Did he mean…?

Surely not.

Right?

Unless…?

“You fainted in my arms.” His upper lip curled as if he tasted something bitter.

I tried not to let his obvious distaste get to me, but little claws of hurt scratched at my chest anyway.

“You shouldn’t touch me.”

His brows rose as his gaze dipped to take me in.

I blushed furiously. Apparently, I’d slept in the slinky minidress from the party, still spattered with blood, and it had ridden dangerously high up my bare legs.

Paired with fluffy pink cat slippers, it wasquitethe look.

Thoughts of what Killian had done to me in my dream flashed through my mind, offering me visions of the sexy incubus pinning me beneath him and devouring me with a fiery passion only my alcohol-fuelled subconscious could torture me with.

The worst thing was, as a sex demon, he could sense my arousal. I had a little of the ability, being only half-succubus, but like Zahara, he was a hybrid of two sexual types.

As if confirming my thoughts, he shot me a knowing grin.

My cheeks flamed as red as my hair.

I fought the urge to squirm in the tense silence, layered with that damn hellcat’s purring.

If a monstrous feline could lap up drama, that was exactly what she was doing, evil mirth in her bright eyes.

Killian scratched the beast under her chin, barely missing the lethal sabre-like fangs that jutted down past it. Her purrs increased to the rumble of stampeding unicorns.

I cleared my throat, gesturing at all of him. “And now?”

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