Page 74 of The Demon's Fire
Chay inched along the wall. Unaware of the visitor, the incudick busied himself slapping mayo onto slices of bread. Next came slabs of meat. Some tomatoes. Chay braced himself against the doorjamb. “Psst.”
The guy hung a one-eighty.
Chay brought a finger to his lips, motioning for the male to be silent. With a wide grin, lightning speed, and unerring accuracy, he threw the knife, burying it in his surprised captor’s throat. Catching the body before it fell, he sliced off the head. A major feat considering the dull blade. On a macabre whim, Chay set the noggin on the counter, posing it as if it was about to take a bite out of a sandwich. Satisfied with the prop, he edged toward the living room.
The demon was still enjoying his police shoot-em-up even though every so often it went on the blink. He scratched his balls, letting out a loud cheer when some character face-planted with a bullet to the heart.
Chay might check out the show later. He loved action-packed entertainment. But right now, he had pressing business. “Hey, couch potato.”
When the demon shot to his feet, Chay threw the letter opener with such force and speed it penetrated his chest before he could straighten his knees.
Dragging the guy out into the kitchen, Chay dropped him beside his headless friend, giving him the same bisection treatment.
Chay did a quick sweep of the other rooms. Satisfied he’d iced their only guards, he tapped his D-chip. Still no reliable signal.
He returned to find Margo hiding behind the desk with her eyes closed, muttering, “Please, don’t let him be hurt. Please.” She jumped when he clutched a hand to her shoulder.
“I’m A-okay, Red. Not a scratch.” Chay pivoted so she could see he was unharmed.
Margo shot from the floor, flinging both arms around his waist, planting kisses from his neck to his chin. “I was afraid they’d hurt you. I must be ylve-struck.”
“I wish you were, but it’s only natural you’re worried. If they’d smoked me, you’d be all alone here.”
Margo grabbed his strong, angular face in her hands, his long, black hair draping over the backs of her fingers. “No. I’m awfully fond of you, as well as your tight buns.” She playfully patted his backside, her touch lingering. “I want to explore your body. Speaking as a sculptor, of course.”
Chay swallowed hard. “Unfortunately, we have to cowboy out of Dodge. If you want to explore me later, as a sculptor of course, I’m your guy.”
Margo cleared her throat. “Does your communication device work yet?”
“On and off. You need to relax your witch. Got me?”
“How am I supposed to do that with you here?”
Chay hugged Margo, her back to his chest, rubbing her arms. “Let’s calm you down.”
“Bad news, ylve baby. You’re making me horny.” Margo ground her delectable rear against Chay’s growing erection. “I can feel your hard-on.”
“You can? Cool.” Chay slipped under her shirt, cupping her breast. “Nice,” he moaned. Then he released her. “Okay. Not cool. Not right now.”
Margo pulled away, straightening her shirt. “Right. Business. Let’s get out of here. What can I do?”
“Stand way over there in the corner.” Once she was in place, Chay tapped his wrist. “Still no service.”
“Can we walk outta here?”
“Doubtful, but in case I’m your problem, I’ve got an idea. Wait for me. I’m gonna go just far enough away to use my D-chip. I’ll call Galena. When she rolls in, I’ll pop to the stronghold. Since she won’t make you horny, you won’t block her signal. She can transport both of you to headquarters.” He narrowed his eyes, looking askance at Margo. “At least, I hope she doesn’t make you horny. Can we do this, Red? You won’t be scared if I leave for a minute?”
“We can do this, Chay. Remember, though, hormones might not be my only trigger. Fear might make me a little crazy, too. Tell her to be extra nice.”
Kudos to Margo. She steeled her spine. Chay was learning redheaded sculptors were fearless.
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Portalinginside the Chicago Alliance headquarters with a soft pop and a flash of light, Sabine shook her head. “I hate traveling between realms. Messes with my stomach. Probably screws with my neurons.”
“Yeah. Well, I worry it’ll make my dick limp.”
“Fewer horny warlocks are a good thing, Tyr.”
