She blinked. “Ghosts are unpredictable.”
A door came into view ahead. Angel stopped before it, rested on his haunches, and stared at it, waiting for my move.
This is the place you choose for me, Angel?I asked.
Your dorm,he said.
What’s special about it?I asked.
Special,he said.
Did Loki have you pick this room for me?I pressed.
Special,he repeated.
I sighed. My hellhound wasn’t a hound of many words. But somehow, I trusted his judgment. In this place, pure instinct was necessary to survive. I’d been born with razor-sharp intuition, and in my teen years, Vi/Esme had helped me refine it.
I pushed the thought of Vi to the edge of my mind. I wouldn’t allow painful memories to mess with my head. In this fucking place, I needed cold clarity like I needed my most treasured blade.
I couldn’t find a doorknob, but I didn’t want to kick the door down since I’d need it if I wanted to claim this hole as my new quarters.
Angel lifted his front paw and slammed it into the door, and the door swung open with a puff of smoke and an eerie sound.
I stared at the hellhound. “You have magic, Angel. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
I’d have respected him more.
“He’s also immune to others’ magic,” Lisa said behind me. “And he can walk through hellfire just fine. His species—which he’s the last of—was originally forged in the inferno.”
Maybe that was why he liked me. We were kind of kin. To test Lisa’s assertion, I conjured my hellfire and blew a stream of it toward his snout.
Angel inhaled the fire, taking it in and sighing in satisfaction. Then he gazed upon me, expecting more treats.
“Don’t get addicted,” I snickered. “I need to preserve my energy to burn my foes, not to feed you. You’ll have to find another food source.”
The witch laughed.
Angel growled but not at me.
“Oh, no! Incubi!” Lisa blurted out, her face paling, even as her eyes widened with pure lust. “They’re going to drain us, but in a very good way.”
Two extremely attractive demons strode toward us from inside the room. Their every pore exuded intense sexual energy, their sexual power charging the air with crackling electricity.
The delicious scent of sex flared under my nostrils and filled my lungs.
Damn, I wanted to have sex now more than anything.
Lisa started stripping behind me, moaning and touching herself. Soon she’d beg these two dudes to fuck her. She was already murmuring on and on about needing two big cocks inside her, penetrating her to kingdom come.
The witch had a dirty mind and a filthier mouth.
“I’m going to take it slow eating the human girls.” A darkly gorgeous demon giggled, his bedroom eyes sparking with vicious amusement. “It’s rare anyone comes here, and the wenches have just delivered their tight, pink pussies to our door.”
The other, who looked like a supermodel from a magazine, sniffed. “This one with weird lavender hair isn’t a human,” he said, pointing at me rudely. “She doesn’t smell like anyone we’ve drained. Cade, you can have the witch. I’ll try this one.”
Incubi and succubi fed on sex and could drain their victims if they chose to. I shared part of their nature. I’d fed from my mates, but I fed from them exclusively. And instead of draining them, I gave them maximum pleasure and boosted them afterward.
It was more like an energy exchange between us, and both parties benefited—though it had taken me a while to figure out how to give back to my mates.