Free A Demon Does It Better by Linda Wisdom

now I suggest you return to your work, Dr. Carter.”
    Lili patted herself all over after she left the office.
    “What’s wrong?” Deisphe asked as the witch passed her.
    “I’m just making sure I’m not missing any body parts.” She relayed the head nurse’s edict.
    “Yeah, she tends to do that.” The Wereleopard yawned. “Hey, want to go out for a drink with a bunch of us after our shift?”
    “Sounds good. Let me know where. Also, you can work with me downstairs tomorrow.” Lili sketched a wave and headed for the stairs.
    She had already consulted her computer to see which patient she’d be seeing first. Dr. Mortimer had left a written schedule on her desk, which she wasted no time inputting into her tablet. She noted that all the patients but Jared were referred to by name.
    “Old fogy,” she muttered, sending a ball of witchflame ahead of her to better illuminate the dimly lit stone stairs. Before she passed through the large iron door, she stopped to check herself in a small mirror and applied fresh lip gloss. “Vain witch.” She rolled her eyes at herself and her need to look her best.
    “Doctor.” The word rolled off Turtifo’s black-veined tongue with rich sarcasm. “Who do you want to see first?” His dark eyes mirrored the disdain in his voice.
    “Bring Pepta to my office,” she said, recalling the list on her tablet. “And, Turtifo, I better not see any bruises on her,” she warned him.
    He growled under his breath as he lumbered off.
    Lili released a soft snarl in his direction as she headed for the small room she’d claimed as her own.
    After setting out cups of chamomile tea and a small plate of special cookies, she waited for her patient.
    She heard the ogre’s rumbling voice before he walked in with a small slender female before him, one of his meaty hands wrapped around the nape of her delicate neck, although his grip on her was lighter than he had used on Jared—probably because of the strong pheromones Pepta was exuding. The nymph’s lips were curved in a smile that was pure seduction.
    “Hello, Pepta. Come sit.” Her gaze flicked over Turtifo. “Return in an hour.” She was pleased to see he didn’t argue with her this time.
    Pepta was a vision, with her porcelain skin that glowed under the lights like a pearl, silver hair hanging loose to her waist, eyes that were a mesmerizing copper, and lips that invited a man to partake of them. What should have been an ankle-length gown of rough cotton had been ripped in strategic places to reveal her rounded breasts and a hint of silver pubic hair and creamy thighs. The nymph walked with the sultry grace of her kind and dropped onto the cushy chair Lili indicated. She deliberately spread her legs as if inviting anyone to have a snack.
    “Is Morty afraid of still seeing me?” Pepta asked, with a smile that would have made a succubus proud. She arched her lithe body in a sensuous curve.
    “As you know, Dr. Mortimer has asked me to work with some of his patients. I was especially looking forward to our talking together,” Lili replied, nudging the tea in her patient’s direction. She was pleased to see the nymph had been allowed to wash herself and was wearing clean clothing, even if it was obviously well-worn. She could see the brand on her shoulder, announcing to all she was a mental patient. Lili’s fingers itched to hex it off, even as she knew there was no way she could do that. Plus, for all she knew, her effort could only cause pain to the nymph. She made a note to see about arranging suitable wearing apparel for the patients, perhaps even a form of scrubs, in different colors than the staff wore upstairs. She couldn’t believe that Dr. Mortimer hadn’t taken better care of his charges’ needs.
    “Sorry, darling, I like cock—although you dress more male than female.” She gave Lili’s blue scrubs and white lab coat a disparaging sniff. She plucked at one of the tears that revealed the side of her breast.