My father laughed and Hayden looked pained.
“I thought you wanted me,” he said quietly.
“I did,” I said. “I mean, I do. I think. But you won’t own me. Ever. And neither will you,” I informed my smirking father. I turned my attention back to Hayden. “Who in the Hell are you, anyway?”
He was going to straighten a few things out before he stuck his tongue down my throat again.
“You haven’t told her who you are?” My father was positively gleeful.
“Shut up, Satan,” Hayden retorted.
“Tell her,” my dad taunted. “Tell her who you are.”
A warning voice whispered in my head. How bad could it be? As long as we weren’t related. “Are you my cousin or something?” I felt like I was suffocating.
“No,” Hayden quickly interjected, then paused for an eternity. My dad bounced up and down like a three year old at a birthday party. “I’m the Angel of Death.”
The wings made sense now and I realized his lack of fear of my father stemmed from the simple fact that he was an unkillable True Immortal. Both men waited for my response. I waited for the other shoe to drop. It didn’t. “Yeah, so?”
“That doesn’t bother you?” Hayden asked uneasily.
“Why should it?” I shrugged. “I’m a Demon Princess, my father is Satan, most of my sisters are raging sluts, I have an invisible friend named Blanche and I’ve been in therapy for what feels like half of my life because I’m not evil enough. I’m not sure I’m such a great catch either.”#p#分页标题#e#
Hayden threw his head back and laughed joyfully. My first highly inappropriate reaction was to tackle him to the ground and have my way with him. Of course my dad being in the room kind of killed that one.
“Fine,” Satan rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in disgust. “Have you slept with him yet?”
“AHHHH,” I shrieked. “You so cannot ask me that.”
“Why not? I’m your father.” He was truly confused.
“That’s why,” I yelled. “I am not talking to you about these things!”
“All your sisters do,” he huffed.
“That’s so gross.” I shuddered.
My dad pulled me down on his lap and hugged me tight. “It’s okay with me if my adult daughter is sexually active with the Angel of Death. I will always love you no matter how distasteful your choices are.”
“Oh, for the love of abomination, I’m not technically sexually active. And you shouldn’t be encouraging your daughter to have sex.”
“But I’m Satan,” he grandly explained.
I tried to wiggle off his lap, but he held me fast and laid a big sloppy wet one on my cheek. I giggled and hugged the most important man in my life. I eyed the second most important man in my life as he leaned on my bedpost and watched me with my dad.
“We’ll be sure to let you know when her status changes.” Hayden grinned and my father made gagging sounds. I punched him in the arm and laid my head on his shoulder.
“If you hurt her, I will destroy you. I don’t care who you are,” my father threatened. He then gently lifted me off his lap, kissed my forehead and disappeared in a lovely black glitter mist.
“Well, that certainly went better than I anticipated.” Hayden blew out a breath and flopped back down on my bed as he pulled me along for the ride.
“Are you serious?”
“Yep.” He smoothed my wild hair back from my face. “I was sure he’d try to kill me.”
“But that wouldn't have worked. You're a True Immortal." I was no longer curious about his utter lack of fear of Satan.
“Correct, but it would have been quite messy.”
“But he said he would destroy you.”
“Oh Dixie, there are many things worse than death,” he explained and then changed the subject by running his fingers along my lips. The left side of his mouth lifted into a sexy crooked grin. My breath caught in my throat and my pulse started to race.
“You have four hours left. What would you like to do?” he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Do you really want to know?” I asked.
“I really, really do.” His eyes turned red, as did mine.
“I wanna go to third base."
He considered my request and gave me a lopsided smile that made my insides dance. “Done."
"Really?"
"Really. Come here," he said in a voice that set my panties on fire.
"Nope. Come get me," I countered as I hopped off the bed and slowly pulled my shirt over my head. His breathing hitched and his eyes blazed as he hopped off the bed and made a grab for me. He was fast, but this time I was faster. Why the thought of being chased and ravished by the Angel of Death was turning me on to a degree I'd never felt was a mystery, but it clearly turned Hayden's crank as much as it turned mine.