Free Demonic and Deserted (Eternally Yours Book 4) by Tara West Page A

sensual parts?”
    If his face could get any redder, he’d have been on fire. “She had it in her hand before I could stop her, and then it just shot out.” He flung his hand as if he was jerking off an invisible penis. “Ash, she hypnotized me. Her voice was like a drug.”
    I cocked both hands on my hips. “So your dick went off like a loaded gun? What are you, sixteen?” Never mind that I’d also fallen under the siren’s spell. Aedan was supposed to be perfect. Sure, it was unfair to hold him to a higher standard, but I couldn’t help myself. He was mine, and I didn’t want any other woman, or demon, giving him hand jobs.
    He clasped his hands in a prayer pose. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. Ash, I’m so sorry.”
    He reached for me, but I backed away, turning up my chin as I seethed with anger.
    Then the Nazi monkey let out a laugh that made him sound part hyena before pointing an accusatory finger at me. “She make der naughty, too.” He held up two crooked fingers, darting his tongue between them and waggling his brows. “Das lickin’.”
    Now it was Aedan’s turn to get angry. Thunderclouds swirled in his eyes as he scowled at me. “Is this true? Did your valet give you oral pleasure?””
    I fought the urge to hang my head. Why should I be ashamed when he was just as guilty? “Yes, she did.” 
    His jaw dropped. “Your valet was a woman?”
    I slowly nodded, not sure how he’d react to my betrayal.
    “She aroused you?” His voice had dropped to a low rumble.
    I cringed. “Yes.”
    He scratched his head, which I now noticed was indeed very wet, as if he’d soaked in the tub. Wow. He must have really enjoyed his bath.
    “I didn’t think you desired women.” There was no mistaking the accusation in his tone, as if he’d just discovered my secret stash of strap-on dildos and rainbow cargo pants. 
    “I don’t, normally, but she was beautiful,” I admitted, involuntarily crossing my legs as an image of her bare breasts flashed in my mind.
    “So I suppose she dressed you like this?” He nodded at my tassel tits with a look that was a cross between a scowl and a pout, like he was jealous he didn’t have nipple propellers, too. 
    “Don’t give me that look, Aedan.” I gestured at his crotch. “You and your demon hand job.”
    “I’ve already explained myself.”
    “Not good enough,” I huffed, though I knew it was wrong of me to be angry at Aedan when I’d also succumbed to a siren’s seduction. 
    Monkey Hitler was making all kinds of squeaking sounds, his Nazi moustache twitching as he pointed to the end of the hall. I heaved a sigh before following him, Aedan walking silently by my side.
    Shit. This was no way to start a marriage. What the heck was wrong with us? Then I remembered hell’s horny water. It probably made me angry, too, or maybe jealous. Gah! I should have learned by now not to trust hell’s beverages. I was probably better off importing water from Mexico.
    The Devil was waiting for us at the bottom of the spiral staircase. He was dressed much like Aedan, though his tunic had fancier stitching and his ram horns curled around a jeweled crown. He opened his arms, a mischievous and knowing look in his eyes.
    Son of a bitch.
    He’d planned this. He was trying to break us up.
    “Ahhh, there’s the happy couple.” He flashed a devious smile. “Ashley, won’t you come sit with me at the head of the dais while we celebrate your upcoming nuptials?”
    I hesitated. “What about Aedan?”
    I cast my fiancé a worried glance, but Aedan just glared at me. Was he really going to play the jealousy game while the Devil separated us again?
    Our sadistic host stepped up behind me and placed a hand on my lower back, digging his nails into my skin. “Aedan can sit at the lower tables with the other demons,” he breathed into my ear. “Don’t worry. They will make him feel at home.”
    The Devil ushered me toward a long table that was raised higher than the others