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  Her body jerked at his words, and it jerked even harder as he pushed her senses into overdrive when his fingers joined his cock, rubbing her clit, getting her ready for another mind-shattering orgasm. It was all…

  Too. Much.

  It seemed as if she was fated to always think that, and it was, George thought, half out of her mind with the pleasure of being taken by Silviu, a very good thought to have.

  “Ready, Georgina?” Silviu easily lifted her above his cock.

  She gasped, “Yes!”

  And just like that, he slammed her down on his cock, sheathing him fully at just the right angle, the exquisite friction against her clit making George cry out, the sheer blinding pleasure of it making her feel like she was close to blacking out.

  As she convulsed around him, Silviu’s cock continued to pummel her pussy in the most sensational way, leaving her no chance for a respite, making her catch her breath over and over.

  His. She was his. It was the message he drove into her with each thrust of his cock.

  She belonged to a half demon.

  And dear heaven, somehow, that sounded so fucking right.

  ****

  She woke up slowly. Immediately, warm hands stroked her back, massaging and kneading aching muscles so wondrously that George purred.

  The sound made Silviu smile; it was so unlike the hellcat he had first met in the Woods of the Wraiths.

  Yawning, she blinked groggily at him. “Are we there yet? Please tell me we’re close.”

  His smile widened. “No.”

  She gaped. “But…” She looked at her watch. “It’s been five hours!”

  “Horses travel around eight miles per hour, milady. Chalysian horses are tougher and faster, and so we are traveling at about ten miles per hour, but still…”

  “Where’s Granite?”

  “He will come when I need him.”

  “And we don’t fucking need him now?” Her eyes narrowed. “For that matter, why don’t we just fly?”

  “Because every time I use my power, it leaves a traceable trail, and right now we need to stay hidden.”

  “I just don’t get it. Why does Hell care if you get a soul?”

  “Because milady, if I did not have a soul, I was prophesied to bring destruction to Chalys and bring about the end of the whole world.”

  He expected her to be frightened by his words, which were unfortunately true, but instead she looked at him doubtfully and said, “You don’t say.”

  A laugh escaped him at how irreverent she was. “Ah, Georgina, please always stay this way.”

  “What way? Like pretty, sexy, and all things nice?”

  He smirked. “Hotheaded, impatient, potty mouth---”

  She thumped his shoulder. “You have to give me credit at least. I only started swearing again when I realized that we’re traveling eight, ten, freaking miles per hour!”

  “And we still have much distance to cover, I’m afraid. We just left Brimstone, my---” Silviu almost slipped, calling Brimstone as his domain.

  George frowned. “Your city? Town?”

  Her words gave him inspiration, and he shook his head. “Neither would correctly describe Brimstone or any of the other places that make up Chalys. The best word for it would be a territory, and each territory belongs to a duke.”

  She nodded automatically. “A dukedom. I know that part.” She grimaced.

  “Sangria, Aquarius, Lunare, and Sulphur – all of these are ruled by demon dukes.”

  “What about Ciel?” George asked, remembering the territory that was located entirely on top of the highest cliff in Chalys.

  “They have a duke, too, one who is an angel and not a demon.” His face darkened. “Brimstone was supposed to be my father Lilu’s but…because of something my mother did, I became its duke even though Lilu still lives.”

  “Rather than a marquis then?”

  Silviu started. “Yes, rather than a marquis. My friends are all marquises – they are all half-demons like me. They are rightful heirs to their territories but they would need to go against their demon sires to claim them.” He looked at Georgina with interest. “You know about our hierarchy?”

  George flushed. “I actually studied everything I could about the noblemen here in Chalys, so I know that all dukes and marquises are from outside Asphodel.”

  He was surprised. “What would you study our nobility for? Chalysian ladies do that, yes, but only because---” His expression hardened. “Do not tell me,” he said bitingly, “you wanted to marry a nobleman?”

  “Yes, but---” She wasn’t able to say more.

  “Never,” he snarled against her mouth, just before kissing her as if he needed to brand her lips with his taste. “You are mine.”

  His possessiveness made her giddy even if George didn’t want to admit it. Even so, when he released her, she shook her head at him. “You’re so fucking possessive.”

  “You are my heartkeeper, no one else’s.”

  George said dryly, “And so as your heartkeeper, I’ve shared my soul with you. I don’t think anyone else can claim me after that.”

  She spoke it so simply, with a kind of calmness unnatural to a human, prompting Silviu to ask curiously, “How do you take all this so easily?”

  George just looked at him. Easily? Really?

  Reminded of the way she had continuously slapped herself and thought she was on drugs, Silviu felt a grin tugging at his lips. “Well,” he amended, “Somewhat easily after everything then.”

  She took her time answering, picking her words with care. “My parents were the best parents any kid could ask for, but they weren’t…like…normal folks. My mother died early, when I was just twelve. She was just a plain housewife, didn’t like leaving the house, but she would tell me the most amazing stories every night.” She paused. “Well, okay, she liked scaring me every night.”

  He raised a brow.

  “She used to say that there’s a truth in every story. Because of her, I didn’t get to watch a lot of cartoons when I was young. Most times, I watched horror movies – The Thing, The Exorcist, The Birds, The Omen, Children of the Corn – every horror movie there was, we watched it together. She even got me to watch old Asian horror movies, before all those Sadako shit.”

  Seeing him wince at her last word, she said hastily, “Sorry.”

  “You curse too much,” he told her mildly.

  “Yeah, I know. It’s a self-defense mechanism.”

  Again, that arrogantly raised eyebrow. I do not need to waste my voice to let you know that I desire for you to speak more, it seemed to say.

  Arrogant bastard, George thought again with a mixture of irritation and amusement.

  The eyebrow went a notch higher. Well? Where is the rest of the story?

  Sighing, she continued, “When my mother died, my father became obsessed with archaeology, constantly going around the world to take pictures of tomb after tomb after tomb.” She nodded towards her camera on the opposite seat. “I got my love for photography from him. Anyway, basically, I was left alone at home, and most people thought my parents were nuts, the way my mom wouldn’t leave the house and talk to anyone and later, the way my dad kept searching for tombs. But I knew how bullies worked so instead of showing them I was scared, I pretended to be tougher.”

  Her lips twitched at the memory.

  The look on her face enchanted him, but even more so her courage, the way she lived her life, how she always took a bull by its horns.

  “I was enrolled in a Catholic school and no one there curses. Not even one. Not even the most stuck-up bitch or the strongest bully. So…to make myself untouchable, I, well, went all gangster and ghetto on them.”

  Silviu could only imagine what that meant. He said simply, “You are amazing.”

  She turned red and snarled, “Shut the fuck up.”

  He tugged her close and kissed her. “You are.”

  The carriage was slowing down. She looked at him hopefully. “Are we near?�
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  He shook his head. “We’ll be resting in an inn for the night.”

  There was a strange kind of pause that made her frown. “What is it that you’re not telling me?”

  “This inn we are about to stay in…they are filled with…creatures.”

  “Creatures,” she repeated dumbly.

  “And…they are not used to being around humans.” He sounded apologetic.

  “Aaaand?” She kept waiting for the ‘but’.

  “So that they would not want to eat you---”

  “What the fuck?” Did he just say eat?

  “---we must pretend that you are a human pet.”

  Chapter Seven

  Checking in at Craving Inn on FourSquare.

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  Evil eyes watched every movement inside the Craving Inn, a rambling five-story structure that for centuries had served to shelter those who did not want to go through the toll ways that connected the dukedoms to each other at night.

  There were many reasons to avoid the toll ways, but there was one unspoken rule that everyone abided by when using the smaller and more dangerous inner roads. Ask not, die not.

  “You so fucking owe me for this,” she hissed.

  Silviu locked the collar around her neck. “You may punish me tonight.”

  She choked.

  “Ilie is known in these parts and so it would not surprise anyone that he would be coming here with a human pet. You will have dinner with him and then afterwards, he will take you to our room, where I’ll be waiting.”

  She said just for spite, “I want my own room.”

  His eyes blazed even as he said calmly, “You will have your own room only on the day that I die.”

  George punched him in the guts, hard enough to make Silviu wince. “Don’t fucking say things like that.”

  “Then don’t say things that you do not truly mean either, milady.”

  “Asshole.”

  He tipped her chin. “Keep your head down, do not speak if Ilie says it is dangerous, do not look at anyone in the eye and for God’s sake, do not quarrel with him.”

  And then he kissed her, sucking her lower lip in before his tongue thrust into her mouth, boldly inviting hers to mate with him. Her arms went around him as she let the warmth of his kiss wash over her.

  Silviu barely managed to pull away. “Promise me you will do as I say.”

  “I’ll do my best.” Before Silviu could tell her anything else, she opened the carriage door and took the werewolf’s hand, letting him guide her out. She did not look back, knowing that no one was supposed to know someone else had been inside the carriage with her.

  She looked up at the werewolf, intent on thanking him for assisting them even though he was a marquis and Silviu was obviously just one of his many retainers or maybe a comrade from war.

  But when their eyes met, George’s words died in her throat. Again, that look. “Well, that’s a relief,” she muttered.

  Ilie raised a brow. “What do you mean?”

  “He says I should be worried about the other guests at the inn thinking I’m a free meal – but seeing how you look at me, I guess I don’t have to be worried. You look so hungry for me that you’ll probably kill anyone who even tries to take the smallest bite of my body.”

  George nodded thoughtfully. “He’s really devious, that one, making you guard me.”

  As she walked ahead of him, Ilie was left staring after her, unnamed emotions gripping his heart and body. How fucking ironic was that? What every word the human girl said was true, but not in the way she thought he hungered for her.

  Fuck no.

  He hungered for her in the way that a man could only be desperate for a woman’s touch. He wanted to fuck her, his hidden desire for her so strong it was beyond what was right. And yes, he would kill anyone who dared touch her in the inn, but in the end he would also do what he was meant to do, taking her to the man who already owned her.

  Maybe she was right about that, too. The Duke of Brimstone was indeed devious, if he had chosen Ilie precisely for the reason the human girl had cited.

  George stopped, looking over her shoulder in askance. “Well, milord?” she asked in a mockingly sweet tone. “Aren’t we going in yet?”

  ****

  So far so good, considering how she still had all her limbs intact, George thought twenty minutes later as one of the kitchen maids served them their food, its mouthwatering scent making her stomach grumble so loudly it had the kitchen maid looking at her, startled.

  Adopting a pitiful tone, she mumbled, “I am sorry. It is just that Master wears me out every night that I am in need of sustenance after.”

  Ilie choked on his mug of wine.

  The kitchen maid, who was also human, looked at Ilie accusingly. “That is against Chalysian rules for keeping pets, sir.” She spat the last word out before turning to George with a sympathetic look. “Just tell me if you are hungry for more, I will make sure to prepare it quickly, my dear.”

  When the kitchen maid left, Ilie glared at his companion. “Nice work.” Didn’t she fucking understand they were supposed to be inconspicuous? It was why he had deliberately chosen a corner table in the darkest area of the inn’s dining hall. With their backs against the wall, no one would be able to sneak up on them from behind. His view of the area was also all-encompassing, allowing him to see any threat coming their way.

  But all that fucking hard work – wasted.

  George looked at him innocently. “Master, why are you so mad at me?”

  “Yeah, man, why ya treating her so badly?” the vampire from the other table demanded. He was clearly a vampire, as the red-colored liquid in his glass mug could only be blood.

  He was tall, old, and gnarly, but what surprised George the most was his language. Everyone she knew in Chalys, even her half-demon lover, spoke like Shakespeare. How in the world did this vampire end up here talking like a tough New Yorker?

  At his words, George looked at Ilie again, this time with her best woe-is-me expression.

  This time, he looked like he was just a second away from devouring her. He bared his fangs.

  She jumped on her seat. “Master! What big teeth you have!”

  The vampire laughed, as well as the werewolves on the table next to his.

  “This is what you’re into these days, Marcovici? Some role-playing in the bedroom with Little Red?”

  So she was right, George thought. The werewolves – and she had guessed they were by the color of their eyes – had indeed recognized the marquis and were suspicious of his presence.

  She had taken a gamble, wanting them to think she was the marquis’ shameful secret, and George had a feeling she had succeeded, albeit not in the way she had originally planned.

  Ilie’s expression smoothed as he raised his mug in greeting to the other wolves. “It was just a whim, but this new pet of mine is proving to be difficult to tame.”

  The wolves leered at her.

  This time, George didn’t need to pretend to be scared. She scooted close to Ilie. “Master, I’m afraid!”

  The wolves laughed.

  Ilie said in a cold sweet voice, “Now, now, my pet, they are just like me. What would you say if I were to share you with the others, hmm?”

  Her eyes threw daggers at him even as she said, “No, Master. I only want to belong to you.”

  Something in his body clenched at the words.

  Her eyes widened.

  Fuck. Whipping his head away, he looked at the wolves with a regretful expression. “I’m sorry. It seems my human pet only wants my touch.”

  “Yeah, seems like it.” One of the older wolves looked at her curiously. “Is this your first time, being a pet?”

  She nodded slowly, realizing that Ilie was not going to answer for her. In truth, her mind was still whirling at what she had seen in the marquis’ eyes. “Master acquired me on a bet.”

  “Ooh, good win there, Marcovici.” The others nodded in agr
eement.

  Since they were all looking at her expectantly, as if wanting to hear more about her experiences, George tried to think of something else to say. “I, umm, heard that…well, you see, I’m worried that you all eat humans?”

  They nodded readily.

  Ah fuck, so Silviu really did mean what he said!

  The horrified expression on her face must have gotten to them, prompting a man with glistening skin from yet another table to tell her reassuringly, “Don’t worry. We won’t eat you. We’re civilized folks here, unlike the rest of Chalys. We only eat those straying into the Woods after dark.”

  She tried not to gulp since last night she was one of those strays.

  “Everyone else is forbidden. We make sure to stay on the Duke of Brimstone’s good side, being that he’s the only one worth following around here.”

  “I am very happy to hear that, kind sir,” George said, meaning every word. She paused, trying to contain her curiosity.

  Ilie sighed. “He’s a merman, darling. It’s why his skin seems wet.”

  The said merman’s chest puffed with pride. “Is it your first time to see one?”

  She nodded, her eyes wide as she took all of him in. “Do you, err, grow fins when you go back into the water?”

  “Just one,” the merman answered.

  “How about a bear shapeshifter? Ever seen one before?” The hulking man from the bar asked.

  When she started to shake her head, he got off the stool with a grin and immediately transformed into a nine-foot bear, overturning tables in the process.

  “Dammit, Morton! When will you fucking remember you always break things when you turn?” The bartender growled. “Go out and change back!”

  The bartender, who had stubbed horns protruding from his head. And when he turned to face her, his long pointed tail curled up behind his back, so long that its tip reached the top of his head.

  Seeing her staring at him openmouthed, he grinned. “Let me guess. You haven’t seen a lower level demon before? You’ve only seen the noble ones like Marcovici?”

  Her head snapped to Ilie. “You’re a half-demon, too?”