Page 14 of Creature's Vengeance
I squinted, wondering what I said.Oh.Ha.
He’s a fun one.
Not now, Drake, I scolded.
The man-creature grinned. “You’re crowded in there.”
I blinked. How did he know? Did he read minds?
He’s sneaky.
“What do you want?” I asked, staring the creature down. He reminded me of a painting I saw once overseas. The artist had called the workThe Beast, 666.
I snorted at the memory. The devil. Or Lucifer Morningstar.
That was the theme of the art show I attended.
It was fascinating and dark but somehow seductive and enticing, too. I hadn’t thought of it in years. How strange that it popped up now.
“Because I willed it.”
I froze. Hewasreading my mind. Shit!
“You’re him. Lucifer.”
He bowed. “Of course. So wonderful to be recognized without theatrics.”
My gaze remained on his face because I refused to dip lower than his chest and get an eyeful of his dick again. But theatrics? He didn’t think a ball of fire and hatching from a black dragon-like eggwastheatrical?
Get the fuck out. He was messing with me.
A chuckle followed. “You’re more intelligent than I anticipated, Balen, Drake Hobbs.”
Yeah, that insulted me. I crossed my arms over my chest.
He snapped his fingers, and the creature disappeared. Poof. In its place, a man in a dark, tailored suit stood. His hair had been slicked back, and he wore a debonair smile, enhancing his handsome features more than humanely possible. I could appreciate that he was an attractive male, but if he asked me to suck his cock, I would fucking pull out my gun and shoot him.
Devil or not.
Lucifer’s grin grew too wide, stretching his mouth in an unnatural way. I cringed.
“You’re the perfect addition to Maddog’s club. Just the sort of dark, twisted, cocky asshole I enjoy employing in my service. As a bonus, you already share space with a second personality. It’s so fucking intriguing I’m getting hard.”
I reached into my cut and pulled out my weapon. “I’m not listening to any more descriptions about your dick.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled with humor. “Fascinating.”
“You already said that,” I reminded him.
“Fine.” His lower lip jutted out as he pouted. “It’s business then, not pleasure.”
“You got that right.”
Wait. He said Maddog. This was who my pres wanted me to meet? Shit.
“Maddog and Manic have already bargained and signed their contracts. You’re next.”
Fuck me. That sounded shady as fuck.
