Free A Demon And Her Scot (Welcome To Hell) by Eve Langlais

devil caught on to his plan.
    “Aella? Nope. I wasn’t even thinking of her,” Niall lied. “But, if she’s the best ye got kicking around, then I guess she’ll do.”
    Lucifer smirked. As if Niall could lie to the Lord of Sin and not get caught, but the pretense soothed his ego.
    “Done. So when do we start my lessons?”
    “Tomorrow. Bright and early. I’ve got some business to attend to first. Send the lass to me in a few hours. I’ve got some fucking to catch up on first.”
    “I wish I could join you,” Lucifer replied almost mournfully, “but Gaia’s got this stupid rule about not seeing other people while we’re a couple. I tell you, if she didn’t have a pussy tight enough to almost rip my dick off, I wouldn’t put up with her weird notions of fidelity.”
    “I heard that!” a female voice shouted from seemingly nowhere.
    A scowl crossed Lucifer’s face. “Would you stop spying on me, woman?” he bellowed back. Laughter was his reply. A corner of his lip curled in amusement. “Darned female. She does on purpose to stalk me. She knows how it turns me on.”
    “ Lucky for me, I don’t have to worry about pissing anyone off with me fucking habits,” Niall taunted. It wasn’t as if he and Aella were exclusive or in love or something. “I’m off. I’ll see ye on the green, or whatever ye use around here as a golf course, seven a.m. sharp.”
    “Excellent. I look forward to it.” Lucifer beamed as he shook Niall’s hand, almost crushing his fingers.
    Niall left Lucifer’s office bemused. What just happened? Exactly how had he ended up not only agreeing to help Satan do the impossible, but saddled with the lass he’d wanted to get rid of?
    Because of Zeus, that’s why. No way was that fucking Greek god getting near her. Once again, his anger surged, and he paused to examine its source.
    Jealousy. Impossible as it seemed, while Niall didn’t want the lass, the green-eyed monster within him wanted her with someone else even less.
    Not good. He hightailed it to the nearest brothel. Time to prove she didn’t mean a thing, and to show the ladies what this Scot hid under his kilt.

Chapter Eight
    Aella lolled in the massaging chair as the petite demon with wickedly long, razor-sharp red claws rounded her nails and trimmed her cuticles. Mission complete, she should have been happy she could enjoy a little R&R, but instead she found herself wondering how Niall’s meeting with Lucifer went. Did he agree to help? Had her boss killed him? Strung him up by his heels?
    Not that she cared. Any punishment Niall suffered was his problem. She didn’t give a damn. Yes, she’d fucked the Scot, but only because she was horny and he proved handy. Nothing more. Any male with a big prick would have worked.
    Niall was particularly well endowed, though, a reminder her pussy quite enjoyed judging by the quiver that shot through it. Well, she wouldn’t be riding that particular dick again. Actually, she didn’t plan on ever seeing the annoying man again.
    Now if only another irritating male would leave her alone.
    “Aella, just the demon I was looking for,” Lucifer announced with a wide smile she didn’t trust.
    “What do you want now, boss?”
    “Why, Aella, you don’t seem happy to see me. I’m wounded.” He clutched his breast where his heart would reside if he possessed one.
    “If you were wounded, you’d be unable to talk.” Because the first thing she’d carve out would be his tongue.
    “So bloodthirsty. No wonder I like you, and it seems I’m not the only one. Your services have been requested.”
    “By who?”
    “By an old lover,” he answered with a leer and a waggle of his brows.
    “The Scot?”
    “What? You fucked my new caddy? I’m shocked. Just shocked,” Lucifer exclaimed.
    “And I’m confused. You said a lover requested me.”
    “I meant Zeus, you naughty snake. It seems your old flame wants you to protect him.”
    “Never. I’d rather stand by and clap as he’s taken