Free To Summon a Demon by Lisa Alder Page A

onto perfection.
    “See.” The rasp of her voice skittered over his nerve endings as his cock stuttered to life once more.
    "See what?" He hummed low in his throat as she shot him a lazy satisfied gaze. Lustful.
    “Summon a Demon...and he will come.”

Chapter FIFTEEN
    Lili stretched out beside him, her purpose lost in a sexual haze.
    “Gods, I haven’t.” In years. Since Brian. Sadness fogged her brain for a moment. How could she have forgotten Brian? She’d been so sad and angry since he’d been gone. But in the last few days she’d been cavorting with a Demon, and he had reawakened the sensual nature that she’d suppressed.
    Early dawn sunlight bled into the room from the semi-sheer curtains and filled her cottage with soft illumination. Their time together would soon be at an end.
    He’d tensed in the last few moments as her sad memories flooded back in.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked.
    “It’s been a long time since I was intimate.”
    “Why?” he asked bluntly. “You are clearly a sexual being.”
    Gods, she was sexual. And she’d denied that part of herself for far too long. “After the Earthquake and the collapse of everything I’d known.” She thought of her mother, father and younger sister, all dead in an instant. Brian had died later. “After my family perished, I was just trying to survive.”
    “How did you?”
    “I was lucky,” she said softly. “I had learned to sew when I was a kid. And I’d kept up the practice, so that when everything imploded, I had a skill.”
    Her gaze meandered to the foot-pedal-controlled sewing machine in the corner, and she thanked the Gods that her mother had been sentimental about her grandmother’s old manual machine.
    What would Lili have done otherwise?
    Survived.
    That was what she did.
    Lili was oddly content to lie in the Demon’s arms. She trailed her fingers over the dusting of hair on his chest, traced the strong lines of his collarbone, and brushed over the sleek muscles of his shoulders. She had forgotten how lovely it was just to be with a man. To curl into the warmth of his body and the shelter of his embrace, and just be.
    “And you lost a love,” he said shrewdly.
    “Yes.” She sighed softly thinking of Brian and how much she’d loved him. How much she
    missed him still. “I did. Which is why I want revenge on the Fae.”
    Gaap frowned.
    “Wait. That’s not right.” Confusion scrambled in her brain, as she tried to re-order the last few days. “No. I want revenge on the Fae because of the attack.”
    The attack that was difficult for her to remember.
    As she tried to recall the attack by the Fae, a sharp and insistent pain stabbed through her left eye.
    “What’s wrong?” He placed a hand over her forehead.
    “Headache.” The same headache she had every time she tried to remember more about the
    attack.
    “You lost a great deal of blood.” Gaap studied the pain in her gaze. “Perhaps this has addled your mind.”
    But he’d eased away from her.
    And suddenly the nakedness that moments ago had been sweet and sensual seemed more like dangerous exposure.
    “Me?” She blinked. “No. I wasn’t injured.” All she could remember was sewing up his gash.
    “Yes. You were." He flicked a finger over the gauze around her wrist.
    She stared at the wrapping and flexed her wrist to test for any kind of damage but it seemed fine.
    “What happened?”
    “I believe we need to find out.” Gaap rose from the bed and drew on his breeches. There was a certain distance in his eyes, the gold and hazel taking on a suspicious glint. Looking around the tiny cabin, she knew a moment’s embarrassment. Her humble cabin was not the type of
    surroundings he was accustomed to.
    “Get dressed.” His voice was clipped. No longer the gentle, sensual lover of a few moments ago, but the ruthless Prince he was purported to be. He stared hard into the shadowed corner near the old stove. “We’re going to have company soon.”
    Lili swallowed,