Free Demons and Lovers by Cheyenne McCray

tongue knowing that would gain her an even worse punishment.
    A dangerous growl rose within Rusalka’s throat. “Fail again and I shall see that you are sent to Underworld and the Realm of the Dead…or see you suffer a mortal’s life. Do you understand?”
    The Realm of the Dead or becoming a human ? Dear gods and goddesses.
    Her entire body shaking, Lilin lowered her gaze. “Yes, Rusalka. I shall take Archer Dane’s soul. Tonight.”

Chapter 3
    Archer stood at his wet bar with a shot of whiskey in one hand, the half-full bottle in the other. What the hell had happened to him last night in his bedroom and then this afternoon at the office? He hadn’t been able to concentrate all day and it could have cost him the deal with his client. Fortunately he’d managed to pull it off.
    The more he thought of Lilin and her appearances and disappearances, the more absurd and surreal it all seemed. He’d imagined a woman named Lilin naked in his bedroom during the night and naked again in his office today. Last night he had even imagined she’d had wings. Wings.
    He was losing his mind. The whiskey probably wasn’t helping. Maybe he’d be able to drink the imaginary woman out of his mind.
    For a moment he closed his eyes and swore he could still taste the sweetness of her mouth on his tongue. He was nearly certain he could smell the rain-washed perfume of her hair and the scent of her musk on his fingers. He opened his eyes and let out his breath.
    In one swallow he downed the whiskey, then poured another shot as the drink burned his throat and warmed his chest. If he was going to lose his mind, he might as well do a good job of it.
    He downed the second shot and grimaced at the direction of his thoughts. He turned toward his fireplace—and almost dropped the whiskey bottle.
    Lilin stood inches from him, her naked skin pale in the firelight, her diaphanous wings slowly opening and closing. With his hands full, he had no chance to react as she reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him to her for another earth-shattering kiss.
    Something about her kiss drove all thought straight from his brain. She teased him with her tongue, darting it inside his mouth and drawing it out again. She nibbled his lower lip and he groaned. Then she pulled him down so that he landed hard on his knees on a throw rug on the hardwood floor.
    Damned if his knees hadn’t been giving out on him anyway. When he and Lilin were kneeling, never breaking their kiss, Archer set the shot glass and the bottle to one side of them. As soon as his hands were free, he tried pushing her to the floor, but somehow she took control and rolled him onto his back so that she was on top.
    Her pelvis rubbed against the front of his jeans in a slow, tantalizing movement. At the same time she purred and nipped at his lower lip again.
    Archer groaned and cupped her breasts. Soft with large, hard nipples pressing against his palms. Lilin moaned and rose enough so that he could suckle one breast then the other. Her skin tasted unlike any woman he’d ever known. Just like the exotic perfume of her hair that was different than any other scent he’d ever experienced.
    Definitely too many clothes on him. Lilin was perfect. Perfectly naked.
    The fact he was kissing a strange woman who’d appeared and disappeared in and out of his life for the past two days—and freaking had wings—barely registered as she moved her mouth to his ear and darted her tongue inside. “I want you, Archer.”
    He groaned, moved his hands from her breasts to her back and all he felt was the smooth silky skin of her back. Her wings were gone. He continued on, skimming her flesh to her hips then cupped her firm ass.
    Lilin licked a path from his ear, along his stubbled jaw, to the base of his throat, her tongue teasing his flesh. She unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it out of his waistband so that his chest was bare. Her hands never stopped exploring him. Her touch—magic. Every inch