Free Two Parts Demon by Viola Grace

was willing to get used to it.
    Benny glanced up at him through her lashes. “First and foremost, I made you a promise in the demon zone. I hold to my word. Second, when you showed your demon, it was an incubus, so sex is high on your personal agenda. Third, my mother just informed me that the vessel I used for the spell was originally designed to enforce arranged marriages. It was the gag gift that they had gotten to make sure that she and my father left their studies long enough to consummate their union. If I don’t have sex with all three of you in the next five days, we are all going to suffer.”
    She unbuckled his belt and stroked him through the fabric of his jeans.
    He swallowed. “You seem to know what you are doing.”
    “My great grandmother is a succubus. I had a far more thorough introduction to sex talk than you could imagine.” She stroked his chest and pulled his head down to her, kissing him and nipping lightly at his lips.
    He growled, and she felt his hands on the shirt, peeling it away from her until his warm palms were stroking her skin.
    She sighed and leaned into his hands as he familiarized himself with her skin. The shirt she wore soon hit the floor, and she was left in bare feet as he started to kiss the side of her neck.
    Jessamine floated in, paused with her eyes wide and floated back out again.
    Smith lifted his head and made a face. “You still taste like whatever that was you were covered with. I think a shower is in order.”
    She smiled. “I do believe you need to be naked to properly shower.”
    He grinned. “I do believe you are correct.”
    She grabbed him by a belt loop and hauled him into her en-suite bathroom. The shower was large enough for four of them to stand in.
    “All right, furball. Strip.”
    He chuckled and removed his shoes, socks, jeans and underwear. When all he was clothed in was glorious golden skin, she sighed happily.
    She stepped into the shower and scrubbed her hair, her skin and, then, she asked the age-old question, “Will you wash my back?”
    He was behind her with a shower puff and a sincere desire to get every inch of her squeaky clean. When her back was clean, he turned her and went over her front with attention to all the details.
    When he lifted her and pinned her against the shower wall with his body, she was more than ready for him to join her in the most basic of fashions.
    He rocked into her over and over. She clawed at his shoulders when she came. Finally, he roared his own satisfaction a moment before he bit her to hold her still while his hips jerked. She hissed at the pain, but it was part of mating with a shifter.
    A need for knowledge of his true name, his soul name, burned with the rest of her, inside and out. The spell caster within her needed the true name for protection and she wanted to protect him. She wanted to protect all of them.
    When he let her go, she stroked the wet hair out of his eyes and smiled. “Can I know your true name now?”
    He blushed. “Andrew. William Eric Andrew Smith.”
    “Oh, those are good names for a mom to yell.”
    He laughed and eased her down the wall until she was on her feet. “They were indeed.”
    She stood, and she should have been woozy, but her bloodline was a little on the robust side. Kyria had once told her a tale of taking a regiment of warriors without once lying down, and while Benny wasn’t proud of the comparison, she was ready for another lover.
    She sighed and stroked his chest and neck, enjoying the feeling under her hands. “Okay, towels for everyone, and I will find a guestroom for you to crash in.”
    He sighed. “Will you join me?”
    “Eventually. I want to join with Tremble before I get some rest though. Will that bother you?”
    “If you come in smelling of sex and my partner? Surprisingly no.” He frowned as if the thought didn’t disgust him. The confusion that crossed his face was adorable.
    She laughed. “That is the binding spell. It makes you want to do what is