Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Hours passed and I got lost in the blur of intense pleasure and erotic sensation.
I never wanted it to stop. The few times I became exhausted from all the sex, he gave me more of his blood, regenerating and rejuvenating my body. And I knew that I was transforming into something else as his power filled me.
What would my parents and tribe think of me if they knew?
Now I had vampire and demon blood coursing through my veins.
Was it wrong to drink Azar’s blood and absorb his magic? Was I slowly becoming an abomination against nature?
Those thoughts plagued me as we showered together. The space was small and barely fit the two of us, but we made it work. The showerhead let out a soft hiss. Warm water cascaded and swirled down our bodies. Steam rose around us mixing with the scent of our sex and soap.
Azar held me from behind. “What’s going through your mind, Hunter?”
I turned to face him and looked into his haunting eyes. “I’m just wondering if I’m becoming a monster.”
“You’re not a monster.” He kissed my forehead. “You’re the most beautiful creature that’s ever walked this earth.”
“But, your blood is making me more powerful.” A nervous chill ran up my spine. “Just like my husband’s blood, it’s changing me.”
“You were special and powerful before I met you. If I can increase that, then good, but my blood would only add to the massive amount of power you already have in you.”
“But—”
“Only you can truly empower yourself.” He gave me a smirk. “I’ve walked this earth longer than you, Hunter, do you think you know more than me?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Exactly.”
I smirked. “By the way, when are you going to stop calling me Hunter?”
“When you get rid of all those damn needles that put me to sleep.”
“Then, I guess you will be calling me that forever.”
He groaned in annoyance.
Hours later, we were dried off.
I put on white panties and a bra. Azar hissed when he watched me slip garters on my thighs. His anger was probably due to the venomous needles secured to the garters.
“You will not be using those needles tonight.” Azar frowned.
“I still like to keep them with me.” I walked over to my red dress.
“No. You’re not wearing that.” Azar waved his hand. The dress rushed several feet away as if it were caught up in a gust of wind.
I held my hands out. “Why did you do that?”
“We must wear black leather tonight.”
“Is that due to your love of leather?”
“All demons love it and we’ll be around many demons tonight. You must look the part.” Azar snapped his fingers.
The air sparked around my half-naked body. Long leather straps materialized out of thin air and began to slide around my body. The air warmed and filled with the scent of oiled leather. The straps slipped and slid along me like snakes, making soft swooshing sounds. Their movement tickled me a little. I had to stifle a chuckle a few times as I gazed down and watched in wonder.
Then, the straps began to form into a sexy dress that left little to the imagination. Once they figured out their shape, they melted together, merging into one.
I gazed down at the dress. It was tight and accentuated my curves. The black leather also hugged my breasts. The bottom stopped mid-thigh, revealing my toned legs.
“O-kay.” I went to my suitcase and pulled out my black and silver stilettos. “So, we will be around a lot of demons?”
“Yes.”
My nerves flared. “Who is your contact?”
“His name is Ferkos.” Leather appeared and formed around Azar’s muscular thighs. Some of it rustled at his sides. “Ferkos is another incubus demon, but from Hungary.”
I put on the stilettos. “So he’s just like you?”
A booming laugh left him.
I quirked my brows. “What?”
“He is nothing like me.” Leather rose up to his groin, hiding his cock in the smooth black material. “In his country of Hungary, he is called a liderc.”
“What does that mean in Hungarian?”
“Nightmare.”
I paused. “Should I be worried?”
“You should remain close to me.” He perused the new leather pants. “And you must remember two rules.”
“What are the rules?”
“First, you’re not an incubus hunter this evening.”
I leaned my head to the side. “Then, what am I?”
“My sex slave.” He flicked his fingers. A sparkling diamond choker appeared around my neck. The cold gems weighed heavily on my skin. There must have been thirty huge diamonds surrounding my neck.
A platinum leash was attached to the choker and was five feet long.
Azar held the other end.
My heart raced. “I am not your captive, Azar.”
“You are tonight, and be sure to keep those caps over your fangs. Demons all over the world have heard of you and you smell delicious and sweet like a fairy, but with hints of other fragrances that will confuse many of what you really are. That fact and those caps will keep you safe.”