Beezle gave the Hound equivalent of a shrug while Bub tilted his head to the side. “Unless you wanna go to Daddy and Hellen and tell them that you’re giving up on the trial run of FiendPay because you’re having funny feelings about a human …”

“Fuck. They’re not feelings … they’re just … funny thoughts.” He was right, though. These funny thoughts … they were inappropriate in the extreme. And I only had the one Soul Token, and it was already housing a portion of her soul.

I had to keep going.

I simply had no choice in the matter.

21. The Stretchiness of Human Orifices

Chapter 21

The Stretchiness of Human Orifices

Jemma

“It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m only going on a dinner date … to the most exclusive Italian restaurant in town … with the Son of Satan … who is a certified hottie demon shifter with horns and a tail … and who will have some sort of trick up his sleeve to make the night flipping woeful for me, and I just have to put up with it … but I’ll also want to climb him like a tree … what is wrong with me?”

Hot mess Jemma stared right back at me from the mirror as I frantically ran a brush through my wayward hair. “Why didn’t I make him tell me what the catch is going to be tonight?”

Because there was going to be a catch. Last time, it was his hounds becoming the worst sort of ferrety menaces. What twisted little scheme did he have in store for me tonight?

And why couldn’t I stop thinking about his hot, hard, devil dick poking my backside on Friday night? And how good it had felt to wriggle on him … and how much I’d enjoyed watching him desperately trying to act like he wasn’t loving every second of it.

I blew out a long breath and shucked off my clothes, running the shower. He might have a twisted scheme for me … but I had one for him, too.

He wanted me. It was clear to me that he was … stirred … whenever I was near. He took every opportunity to touch me, to hold me … to ensure his groin and mine were in very close proximity.

And it went beyond merely seeing my soul as his possession. At least, I was counting on it being more. God, I hoped it was more.

I plonked myself down on the floor of the shower with soap and a razor, lathering up and running the blades up my legs. I was going to make myself irresistible to him tonight.

Shag your way out of it, Bliss …

Only problem was, past making my legs and armpits silky smooth, I had no idea how to make myself irresistible. Cute and quirky? Absolutely my forte. Sexy bombshell?

Not so much …