Third book in my Keeping Score demon hunter book is out today!
Here's a wee bit of it!
“Let me out of the cocoon, man.” He sucked up the juice, letting the energy fill him. Sweet and cool, it soothed him deep inside.
“No. No, I think you’re good where you are for right now.”
He frowned, wriggling, but there was nowhere to go. In fact, after the juice was gone, Laurent stretched out on him, holding him down, and he couldn’t shift around at all. “What are you doing?” Why the fuck was he allowing it?
“Keeping you still. Your body needs rest. You could barely dent me last night.”
There were bruises on Laurent’s face. Considerable ones. An open cut on one cheekbone. He’d dented Laurent. “I was giving you a break.”
“Bullshit.” Laurent snorted. “That was just foreplay.”
He wished. There wasn’t much left of him, his reserves were so far used that he was afraid he was burning his own bones just to breathe.
“I got you, okay? We can do this. I can’t afford to lose another good hunter. Janus retiring threw everyone for a loop.”
“Janus was a spoiled brat.” And Skye adored the grumpy old fuck with the passion of a thousand suns. The man could throw back some beers, and he could kill demons with his one good eye closed.
“Yeah, and he and that white-haired batshit crazy Cillian set a dangerous precedent.” Laurent chuckled, bouncing against him.
“They just pay us to kill the bad guys.” That was it. No thinking, no planning. Go and kill and then kill more.
“Exactly.” Propping up on his chest, Laurent warmed to the subject. “Janus got all emotionally involved.”
“You don’t have to worry about that with me.” His involvement had died with Star, no matter what she said to him in his dreams.
“I do, though. You talk in your sleep.”
Damn, that was dangerous. He would have to stop sleeping. “Good to know.”
“Yeah. I had a guy tell me I did that once. I recorded myself for a week after that just to see. I don’t.”
This man was insane. Totally fucking insane. “Untie me.”
“Oh, I kind of like you like this.” That grin was scary, manic and a little evil.
“Don’t make me hurt you.”
“Promises, promises.” Laurent was pushing him, testing him.
He forced himself to relax, his fingers searching for weaknesses in the cloth, the edges of the sheet. He could get out of this, strangle this freak and go meet Star in the great hereafter after wading through as many demons as he could. That actually sounded fun. He grinned, flexing his muscles, listening to the cloth creak in preparation of ripping.
“You don’t look like you’re being good, Skye.”
Being good never got you anywhere. Skye strained, a vein in his forehead bulging. The sheets started to give way and he dug deep, trying to mine more energy. He thought about Star going down under those demons, and the noise in his brain roared to life, drowning out everything else, red filling his vision.
“Seriously? Again?” Laurent’s voice snapped him back to the present. “You’re going to have a blowout or something. Like --” Laurent trailed off, wincing.
“Fuck off. Let me go!” Skye started to struggle in earnest, his body moving without his permission. At some point, his legs popped free, the sheet giving there first. Of course, that meant Laurent slid right between his thighs, hips pressing to his. “Get off me…”
Laurent’s eyes went wide, and for maybe thirty seconds Skye felt Laurent’s body taking an interest, that long cock hardening. Then the man rolled off him, sitting on the edge of the bed, back to him.