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“Did you?” I eyed her in surprise. Leethu was quite the catch, but most demons wouldn’t want to limit their breeding incidents to sex demons, or wrap themselves up in a consort contract with one. Whatever had happened at that party a few decades ago, Leethu had clearly rocked this demon’s world.
“No. I like to keep my options open. He was quite enjoyable, and I did find his attentions flattering. Every few years, whenever our paths cross, I’ll give him a quick ride, just for fun.”
I was getting an idea. “You wouldn’t happen to have a way of contacting him, would you?”
“I know his steward’s ID by heart. It’s been on every single breeding contract.” Leethu pulled a cell phone from her pocket. “I think I even have his number from last year when I ran into him outside Dallas. Assuming he still has the same number, I could just text him.”
“Text him and say you heard he was in the Pacific Northwest. That you’re up in Seattle, heading down the coast into California and wondered if he’d meet up with you for a quickie on the beach somewhere.”
Leethu pursed her lips. “Ni-ni, I do not enjoy sex on the beach. It’s a delicious alcoholic beverage, but the actual act leaves sand in uncomfortable places.”
“Then a hotel room, or the back seat of a car. I don’t care. Pick a place near Eugene, Oregon. Make something up. See if he’ll meet you at nine tonight. Sex him up big-time. Make it so he won’t refuse.”
Leethu narrowed her eyes. “I am always sexy. And Caramort would never refuse an offer from me.” She typed into the phone as we turned back toward the house. “But you mentioned a plot to kill angels? Is this…do you think there will be war? Between the angels and the demons?”
The contents of Samael’s note ran through my head, as well as Doriel and Remiel’s interest in wrestling this world from the angels. But they were Ancients. Take them out of the equation, and I wasn’t sure the demons would bother. Demons would be pacified by an equitable deal this side of the gates. It was these fucking Ancients and their revenge that would do us in.
“I don’t know,” I lied. “There’s a lot going on right now. Who knows?”
“Do you really think it will come to war?” Leethu pressed. “I think…I think I might be falling in love with my angel and I don’t want this to bring difficulties.”
“I don’t think we’ll ever get to where things were millions of years ago. There will be demons, Ancients, and two Angels of Chaos that will be working with like-minded angels to bring us all together. It’s just going to be a matter of making sure the others fall in line—whether they’re rebellious angels, or Ancients who can’t forgive old grudges. Eventually it will all settle out, because unlike the last time, there are many of us dedicated to a peaceful future between us.
“I hope so, Ni-nI.” Her phone buzzed, and she read the text with a smile. “It seems I have a date for nine-o’clock Pacific time with Caramort. He does not want to meet me at the hotel I suggested. Instead he has given me the address to what looks to be an old abandoned granary.”
“An abandoned granary?” Caramort didn’t have a fucking clue when it came to romancing a succubus. Did he actually expect a classy demon like Leethu to fuck him in a dusty old storage facility?
She shrugged. “He’s always been a bit on the kinky side as far as locations go. That party in Hel…it was quite the creative evening. I’m actually intrigued by what he may have planned in an old granary.”
I eyed her. “Sure you’re not thinking of accepting that breeding contract after all?”
Her smile was enigmatic. “There is only one being I am wanting to create with at the moment, and she has feathered wings. But, Caramort can be quite useful—to both of us. I would suggest you try to avoid killing him.”
I grinned. “Not promising anything, Leethu, but I’ll do my best.”
Chapter 13
“This place is a pit.” Dar kicked at a broken table. Half a dozen little black spiders scurried out from under the rotted wood and ran for cover. “You’d seriously fuck a demon in a place like this? You’d seriously fuck anybody in a place like this?”
Leethu gave him her best Mona Lisa smile. “There’s more to sex with demons than cocks and vaginas. Let’s just say that Caramort has interesting ideas of pleasure.”
And sexual energy was sexual energy to a succubus, whether it came from some demon licking her feet or more traditional activities.
“Well, I wouldn’t fuck in here. Look at this. What is this? You’re fucking kidding me. There’s a dead groundhog over here.”
“So if I offered you a blow job right now, you’d turn it down?” Leethu asked.
Dar spun around, a spark of lust in his eyes. “Are you? We’ve got time. He won’t be here for another ten or twenty minutes.”
“Get your rocks off later, Dar,” I told the demon. “After I catch this guy and interrogate him. And somewhere I don’t have to watch.”
“Not like I could anyway,” he replied moodily, turning back to kick at the rotted wood once more. “Asta gets pissed off if I even look at someone else—demon, human, that siren, the troll up in Wisconsin. Drives me crazy, although I’ll admit, she’s totally hot when she’s jealous and mad at me, and the sex is fucking out of this world when she’s pissed off. Problem is I can’t really walk right for a few days after. Took me eight hours to even get out of bed last time.”
I so didn’t need to hear this, but Dar’s overshare brought up an interesting question.
“How does Uriel deal with your need for sexual energy?” I asked Leethu. Sex demons could never be celibate, but in my experience, angels tended to be rather possessive of their partners.
“She understands that what I gain from others is merely enjoyable food, that nothing I have with them approaches the level of intimacy and bonding that we share when we are together.” The succubus winked at me. “Angel sex is everything you said it was, Ni-ni, especially when combined with physical intercourse.”
