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

at the head of the ballroom. The place had been turned into a medieval-style dining hall, with rushes on the floors, long wooden tables, pentagram tapestries hanging from the walls, and something I hoped was a hog roasting on the stone hearth. The women were dressed much like me, with tit flare and low-cut skirts, and most of the men wore leotards and embroidered tunics like Aedan. Court jesters danced around the tables, spilling wine on the women’s breasts and lifting up their skirts. Musicians sang bawdy songs, while the rowdy crowd cheered the lewd parts.
    I wondered who all these human-beasts were; no doubt, they had been horrible people back on earth. So far, the only nefarious soul I’d recognized had been Hitler. If anyone deserved to be thrown outside, it was him. I had assumed sub-level thirteen would be nothing but a lake of fire. The Devil must have powerful magic to have created such a sanctuary. I only hoped the hotel was weatherproof and up to fire code.
    I took a seat beside my unwelcome dining companion, stiffening when I watched Aedan sit between a pair of slutty cat women, their long tails swishing behind them and caressing Aedan’s ass. Why did he have to sit there? Was he trying to piss me off?
    A waiter, whose pointy furry ears and sharp canines made him look like the Big Bad Wolf, filled my goblet with blood-red wine. I pushed the offending cup away. I ignored the basket of steaming bread, too. If gluten back on earth made me sick, I could only imagine the nuclear diarrhea I’d get from the wheat in Hell. 
    “Why so glum?” the Devil whispered in my ear, his cool breath making my skin crawl. “This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts.”
    My head snapped back as I narrowed my eyes at my captor. I knew what he was trying to do: break Aedan and me apart. But why? What was in it for him, other than the sick satisfaction of shattering two hearts? “No, I’m not.” I pulled back my shoulders and turned up my nose, feigning a confidence I didn’t feel. “I love Aedan, and he loves me.” Did he love me? He’d been so quick to leave me alone with the Devil and sit between flirty felines.
    “Of course he does.” His patronizing tone dripped off his tongue with acidic venom. “Even if his loyalty may waver from time to time, he still loves you most.”
    Loyalty waver? He loves me most? Oooh, this guy was smooth, but not smooth enough. He was trying to undermine our faith in each other after sending us temptations. It’s not like he’d sent us the run-of-the—mill call girls, either. Sirens were beautiful temptresses with magical horny powers and perfectly perky and proportioned breasts. Thelix’s tits were like two ripe peaches begging for a squeeze. Damn. Just thinking about her made my girl parts ache. I had to get hold of myself. No wonder Aedan had shot his load. 
    Even if Aedan was intent on cheating on me again, I wouldn’t give up on us. Aedan meant too much to me. “We both know your sirens tricked us,” I sneered.
    One finely sculpted brow arched. “Did they? Or do you just wish it to be so? That way neither of you feel guilt for succumbing to your desires.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Nice try, but I was definitely tricked, and I won’t let that happen again.” 
    “That would be a shame,” he smirked, taking a long sip of wine. He set the goblet down, pulling his lips back in a predatory smile. 
    My heart came to a thudding stop when I saw his teeth were stained as if with blood. Oh dear God, the wine looked like blood because it was blood! Ewww. I’ve had some foul, cheap wine before. I remembered spring break in Ensenada, drinking a glass of some shit that tasted like hairspray and then leaving a trail of vomit from the bar to the bathroom. But I drew the line at blood wine. I’d always tried to keep an open mind when it came to trying new alcoholic beverages, but this drink fell under the category of “no fucking way.” I