Maggie Mortis serves the Otherworld High Council--hunting demons while searching for the one who murdered her parents. The Council is supposed to keep the balance between Light and Dark, but lately Dark's really been on a winning streak.
When the Council assigns the sexy half-demon Raphael as her new Guardian, she's not thrilled. But Rafe proves that he's good to have around--in battle and in bed. Together they go on the hunt for the demon who wants to take over Hell, not to mention all the other planes of existence.
Then the betrayal by a Council member forces them into a secret liaison with the very demon they've been hunting. Now Maggie and Rafe have to decide which side they're really on...and which secrets are worth dying for.
Publisher Note: Demon Lover was previously published elsewhere as four short stories under a different title.
Reader Advisory: Story contains one hot m�nage a trios scene.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Demon Lover by Riley Ashford
Maggie entered her bedroom feeling tired and cranky. She'd bagged five demons tonight, but her usual queries got her nothing fresh. Magnus worked for some new demon king, Drak was pissed off, and no one knew the whereabouts of Abatu or which demon had murdered her father.
She plopped onto the bed and pulled off her boots.
"Bad day?" Raphael sauntered through the balcony doors, dressed in a pair of unbuttoned Levi's. His long brown hair was loose, brushing the tops of his bare shoulders. Lust stirred in Maggie, batting away the exhaustion.
"It's always a bad day. But as we speak Elise is taking more occupied prisms to the containment unit. Woo-hoo for the good guys." She stood and took off her weapons, aligning them on the wall hooks above her bed. Then she turned and found Rafe behind her, grinning.
"What were you doing outside?" she asked. "Howling at the moonlight?"
"I'm not a werewolf. And it's a new moon, not a full one." He smiled. "It's the demon in me that likes the black sky. The demon that gets frisky during this kind of lunar phase."
"Lucky me." She let him take off her clothes. Let him stroke the fatigue from her body. Let him bring her desire to a slow boil. "Did you talk to Meelena?"
"Still no word," he said as he leaned down to nibble her neck. "She'll be in touch soon. Don't worry."
"It's been a week since you got here. Do you think I'm ready to hear about the impending doom yet?"
He cupped her breasts and licked the nipples. She arched like a purring kitten and threaded her fingers into his hair. He encircled the taut buds, suckling lightly, before setting her away.
"Hey!" she protested. "You are soooo not finished!"
He pushed her onto the bed, and she laughed, delightfully stunned by the suddenness of it. Raphael bent down and opened the nightstand drawer. He drew out a pair of black leather panties that had a six-inch dildo thrusting out of the middle. "You wanna tell me what this is?" he asked.
"You sneaky bastard! Just because you're fucking me doesn't mean you get to snoop through my stuff."
"Sure it does." He reached into the open drawer and pulled out a small rectangular silver box. "The funny thing is," he said, "when you push this button the panties vibrate right about where your clitoris would be...if you were wearing them."
"I've never used 'em," she said. "It was just a desperate attempt to..." She mashed her lips together. Why admit she had bought the damned panties hoping to one day fuck Damian in the only way he might allow her?
It had been good between her and Raphael. The sex was beyond fantastic. And as the days passed, she felt her heart opening up to him, accepting him. He hadn't told her why he knew her. Why he thought he loved her. She wasn't all that sure it wasn't just a stupid demon trick.
"Damian might always be a ghost between us," said Raphael. "He's hovering just out of reach. We might not ever banish him. We can't pretend that you don't love him. That he wasn't here."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"That can't be helped," said Rafe. He tossed the panties and the remote onto the bed then shucked off his jeans and smiley-face boxers. For such a bad-ass, his choice of underwear never failed to crack her up.
Raphael reached into the drawer one more time before closing it. "We're going to hurt each other. We're human. Well, mostly human. We just make sure that love heals the wounds inflicted. As long as love is stronger, we'll be okay."
"You're so romantic," she teased, "that my heart is going pitty-pat just listening to you."
He threw the object at her and she caught it. "Lubricant? Why should we use the dildo when you can just morph another cock? I like the real thing a lot better."
"Because you're going to use it on me."
"That's what you bought it for, right? Somebody's getting fucked with it. I'd like it to be me."
"Rafe, I never got the impression that you ... uh, liked it that way."
"It doesn't mean I haven't been with men."
Her jaw went slack. "Why would you do that if you don't like it?"
"I'll tell you sometime."
Maggie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know. When the time is right. Whatever." She tossed the lube onto the covers. "I'm not fucking you in the ass. You're not going to enjoy it."
"You turn me on," he said. "The way you look. The way you smell. The way you move. I may not like the idea of a guy's dick plowing me, Maggie, but you... Goddess, yes. I'll happily let you do it. And I have prepped accordingly," he added with a smug grin.
"There you go with the nice words again," she murmured. "Kiss me, Rafe. Then we'll see."
He crawled onto the bed and gathered her into his arms. His lips brushed hers, seducing her mouth until she conceded to his tongue. He dipped inside, tasting her, and she sighed as need clawed through her, tightening her nipples, slicking her pussy.
He kissed her into compliance, damn it. Helped her slip on the odd underwear. Gave her the lube. Then pointed the remote and clicked it.
The vibrator sewn into the undies whirred on, stimulating her clitoris immediately. Orgasmic spikes pierced her. "Wow. Whoa. Hey, medium setting or I'll come too soon."
"Really? What a shame." He leaned forward and sucked on her nipples. The pleasure spikes turned into quivering arrows of heat. And the arrows into bliss-driven spears...and... "Raphael!" She came, unable to stop her hips from bucking as her juice spurted, soaking the leather. Her cunt pulsed for endless seconds as she tried to regain lung capacity.
Rafe grinned. "Medium setting, you said?"
"Yeah. Thanks for listening." But she grinned back.