Page 46 of Demon's Wish

“Don’t mind the language. We’ve all heard worse.” Emilia grinned. “But knowing that Lovecraft actually had a reliable source for his stories sheds a different light on it all. Now, Dre, Barion, help us find out what is true and what is fiction in theCthulhu Cycle.”

“This is so cool! I’ve always wondered how Lovecraft managed such great details.” Jon sounded so excited that it had Dre smiling. He truly liked the zombie and seeing him happy woke warm feelings in Dre’s chest.

“Well, I guess it’s time to share some stories, don’t you think, Barion?” He winked at his brother, who returned the gesture.

“Don’t you dare fool us, boys!” Mavis gazed at them sternly. “This is too good to be just a tall tale.”

“We would never dare, ma’am.” Dre bowed, took a sip from his tea and leaned back in his seat, an arm over Sammy’s shoulder. “Where do we start?”

“How about Nyarlathotep? I always wondered what Lovecraft had to smoke in order to make him up.” Declan stole the lastmochiice cream.

“Yes, Nyarl. He actually has a real counterpart in the demon realm, though he’s imprisoned for life—which in our case means forever. Bastard deserves no less. As for his role in theCthulhu Cycle…”

The evening just flew by and before Dre knew it, he and Sammy were closing the shop behind their friends while Barion insisted on accompanying Jon down to the cellar. His brother had made it clear that he would go directly home afterward, which left Dre and Sammy in blissful solitude.

“What do you say, mate of mine? Shall we go upstairs and deal with the dishes tomorrow?” Dre kissed Sammy’s cheek.

Sammy only hesitated for a second before he abandoned the dishes and went into his arms. “I think Mavis and Maribell have decided I can do the cleaning up now that I have help.”

“They helped you before?”

Sammy made a vaguely magical gesture with his hands. “They cheated. It drove Declan and Troy nuts with jealousy.”

“I can imagine! But they’re right. You have me now, your strong demon warrior, and the mess I can’t handle has yet to be made.”

“Oh, I’d love to make a mess, my love.” Sammy waggled his eyebrows. Dre felt his cock taking an immediate interest.

“I can help you with that,mo grah thu.” He whisked Sammy in his arms and didn’t bother with the stairs. One swipe of his claw and they were in Sammy’s—their—bedroom, ready to create the mess of messes after a wonderful evening spent with their friends.

Life couldn’t get much better.