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Yeah, she knew that.
“Tell me,” he coaxed, lazily thrusting his finger in and out of her.
“Don’t wanna.”
“Naomi.”
She shook her head, bucking as a second finger slipped inside her.
“Tell me.”He curved his fingers and pressed them on just the right spot, but he didn’t rub, didn’t thrust, didn’t do anything.He just kept them right there like that, both a promise and a threat.“What were you thinking about?”
A low whimper slipped out of her.“That I’ll have to watch the brand fade at some point.We both know it’ll happen sooner or later.Probably sooner.You once told me that your demons tire of things and people easily.And, well, I’m not gonna like it much.”Neither would her entity, in truth, but it didn’t want him or his demons to know that yet.
Long seconds ticked by as he stared at her, his gaze unreadable.Then his fingers began to move, rubbing over that hypersensitive spot inside her.“None of them are anything close to bored with you.Nor am I.”
She moaned as he took her mouth again with blatant possession.Their tongues tangled as he kept pumping his fingers into her, driving her closer and closer to an orgasm.
Then it hit.
She arched.Moaned.Bucked.Scratched at him.
The release subsided, and she sagged against him—panting and shaking, her inner muscles still fluttering around his fingers.
Warm lips settled at her ear.“If I wore your demon’s brand, I wouldn’t like knowing I’d have to watch it grow fainter; that it would one day vanish as if it had never been.”
Drawing back to meet his eyes, she studied them closely; found only sincerity there.“So we’re even.”
“We’re even.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Parked outside her mother’s psychic shop the following Saturday, Naomi downed the last of her smoothie.Located not far from a small theme park, the shop wasn’t close to Tia’s home.The woman didn’t drive—her license had been revoked again—so Alfie generally took her to and from work.Today, however, he had car trouble.As Naomi was due to meet Tobe at a jewelry store near the shop, she’d offered to pick her mother up.
She screwed the cap on her empty bottle and stuffed it into a cupholder.Tobe wanted help selecting a birthday gift for his grandmother, who collected brooches like it was her purpose in life.
Really, when it came to demons, you couldn’t go wrong with any kind of jewelry so long as it was shiny.Even if, like Naomi, you weren’t a person who wore bling a lot, your inner entity would still go gaga for the stuff.
She nabbed her keys and slipped out of the car.A breeze whispered over her, cool and refreshing.Though it was early evening, plenty of pedestrians dotted the sidewalk—strolling, window-shopping, or stopping to chat with others.
Using her key fob, Naomi locked her vehicle.She waved at Konstantin, who’d parked a few car spaces behind her.She’d been keeping a close lookout for signs of any other tails, but she hadn’t spotted any.There’d been no more peeps from theLemures, but a few notable things had occurred ...
Several well-known hangouts for dark practitioners had exploded—thanks, Dad.Subtle is thy middle name.
Jolene had approached a former dark practitioner who—anxious to compensate for the misdeeds he’d committed in his younger years—acted as a consultant for all things dark magick.He’d examined the cleric’s sword and explained that it was bespelled to psychically weaken its victims, making them easier to defeat.Lovely.
Luka had released Iain, who had so far completely avoided Naomi.Still, Tobe had taken it upon himself to confront the psi-demon and issue some warnings of his own.Iain had admitted that his obsession with Naomi had been a result of her song and had claimed he was deeply embarrassed.He’d also assured Tobe that he had no intention of making contact with her.
Here’s to hoping.
Naomi crossed the street and strode toward Tia’s shop.A black awning shaded the storefront.Two red neon signs hung in the window—one sayingPsychic Readings, while the slightly smaller one below it saidOpen.
Oblivious humans and demons popped into the store all the time, either for consultations, out of curiosity, or to buy merchandise.
Tia was always available to do readings.The angel cards, crystals, and supposed palm readings were all for show, though.Really, she used a mix of her exceptional intuition and her demonic ability to pick up surface thoughts.Some people had natural shields that kept their thoughts protected—Naomi was one of them —but her mother was still damn good at reading her.
Naomi had spent a lot of time here as a kid, since her mother had liked to do the whole “And this is my daughter—she inherited the family gift” thing.Tia would telepathically tell Naomi something about the human, such as what they were thinking at that moment.Naomi would then repeat it aloud and watch the client’s face go slack in wonder.
Maybe she should have felt bad about fooling all those people, but Tia had made it seem like a game, so she’d initially found it fun.Later, though, it hadn’t felt right.Her mother had said, “We’re part of an imp-dominated lair, sweetie—we never do what feels right.”
