Lots to take off, my demon purred. I felt like a predator eyeing the best parts to taste. Just a few more minutes now and she’d be mine. A staggered breath left my mouth. I was ravenous for her in a way I had never felt before. Controlling myself with her would be a serious feat I had high doubts I could accomplish.

Simply put, this was a terrible idea but in no way was I going to stop it.

Perhaps because I was too stubborn—unable to accept my limit of control. Perhaps I was just ready to let go and have the woman I’d dreamed of every single night since I first saw her. Two months ago Dullahan had passed me a mugshot of the leprechaun we were going to go find. We were still in Ireland at the time–trying to find Puca’s whereabouts.

That very night, I dreamed of her…and then every night since. I’d allowed myself so many, terribly pleasing dreams. I’d fucked her every way possible and drank her orgasms directly from her cunt until she had nothing left to give and then I demanded more.

Soon, the demon whispered. Images flashed in my mind of her tied to my bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy wet and waiting for me to do whatever I pleased with it.

Puca flicked his eyes at me and smiled. He mumbled something to Lacey and left her against the bar with a drink, waiting for me.

9

The taste of my drink suddenly changed. A poignant flavor of sweet and spicy slid across my tongue. A strange but delightful combination. Also, one I tasted just yesterday.

I felt prickles on the back of my neck as a body slid up next to me at the bar. Behind the shiny wooden handles of the beer tap was a mirror. I eyed it as I swallowed my whiskey. For a moment, it appeared as if a demon had just walked up to me. Horns extended from his unnaturally red hair and tattoos moved across his skin.

I nearly choked on the drink. However, when I jerked around to look at him, there were no horns or tattoos. I looked back at the mirror but there was nothing abnormal. Well, not truly normal because it was the man from North Hunan with the shiny shoes. The one who looked at me with familiarity and shock before the overwhelming need to run had overcome me. Red eyes.

Shit.

A pressing wave of attraction began simmering inside me, making my cheeks feel hot as I managed to finish the last of my drink and set the glass back on the counter. His red eyes were searing me, pulling me in, hypnotizing me maybe.

“You’ve got the wrong person,” I said, my tongue darting over my lips. His eyes flicked to my mouth and I felt heady. I was assuming I’d stolen something from him, a family member of his, or maybe a client and he was looking to collect.