“Why are you here, demon?” Roric demanded.
Demon! Aimee took a real good look at Sandra. How had she referred to herself? One of us. That the big guy himself had sent her? Sandra was one of Hades’ minions.
Sandra’s smile grew sly, more inviting. Her eyes seemed to suddenly glow with red, a sickening reminder of Aimee’s nightmares.
“Not just any demon.” Sandra sauntered toward Roric, working her hips back and forth in a sensual motion. He slowly lowered the blade to his side, one corner of his mouth turning upward in a grin. Aimee wanted to smack it off his face. She couldn’t believe he was falling for this crap.
“Succubus?” He raised one eyebrow in question as he ran his gaze over Sandra’s impressive curves.
“A sex demon,” Aimee blurted out. She couldn’t believe this. Her only friend in the town was a succubus. Well, ex-friend now.
Sandra laughed again, but to Aimee’s ears the sound was like fingernails on a chalkboard. “Half succubus.” She ran one stylish red nail down the center of Roric’s chest. “I don’t just inhabit men’s dreams and drain them of their life-force.” She pushed her finger up under his shirt and circled his navel slowly with the red tip. “Although that’s fun.” She laughed again.
“What else do you do?” Roric sounded interested. Too interested for Aimee’s liking.
She shook herself. What did she care? This had nothing to do with her anyway. So, they had sex last night. He didn’t owe her any explanations, hadn’t made any promises. It had been hot, sweaty sex. Nothing more.
Aimee just wished she believed that. She, at least, had felt some kind of connection between them. But obviously, it was one-sided. Roric was looking at Sandra as if he could just eat her up with one bite. And why not? Sandra was every man’s fantasy come to life.
Sandra shoved Roric’s shirt up, displaying his washboard abs and muscular pecs. “I can have sex in the physical realm too.” She scraped one pointy nail over a flat brown nipple. It puckered, but Roric didn’t flinch, didn’t groan. Sandra pouted, bringing attention to her shiny, red lips. “And there’s nothing I won’t do. Isn’t that right, Aimee?”
The scene from the carnival flashed into her brain. Sandra naked, entwined with three men. It had happened. What she’d seen had been real. The coffee she’d drunk burned in her belly as the memories of that erotic scene bombarded her.
“Aimee likes to watch,” Sandra confided mockingly to Roric. Reaching down, she slipped the two buttons of her jacket open. “She saw quite the show at the carnival last night. I had three hot, young studs at once.” She made a humming sound of pleasure. “All those hard cocks filling me. All that power to claim.” She shivered. “Lovely. Though I think we shocked poor, innocent Aimee.”
She drew the lapels back, revealing her large, naked breasts. “I hope she learned something and was able to give you some relief.” Stepping closer, she rubbed them against his chest. “Of course, it’s nothing like I can give you. Why don’t we give her something to look at?”
Roric did nothing to stop Sandra, and Aimee thought she might be sick. Perspiration dotted her forehead, and her breakfast churned in her stomach. She tried to keep her expression blank, but knew she’d failed when Sandra turned her head toward her and smiled.
Their whole friendship had been a lie, a ruse to insinuate her presence in Aimee’s life. Starved for human contact, Aimee had been an easy mark. What she’d thought was kindness had been nothing but manipulation. She felt stupid and used and dirty. Sandra wasn’t human. She was a demon—soulless, perverse and evil to her core.
Aimee didn’t dare look at Roric, didn’t want to see the desire, the lust burning in his eyes for another woman. Demon. Woman. Whatever the hell she was, Aimee didn’t want to watch her and Roric touching one another. She could still feel the heat of his hands on her body.
Nerve-endings tingled in remembrance and Aimee swallowed a groan. Chemistry was a bitch, and there was no doubt she still wanted Roric even now. But she was stronger than that. No way would she be a part of this. Whatever this was.
She opened her mouth to tell them to get a room, but no sound emerged. Roric was staring straight at her, not Sandra, his eyes blazing, but not with lust, with anger. Grabbing a hank of Sandra’s long, blonde hair in his fist, he tilted her head back. “Why are you here, demon spawn?”
Sandra just laughed and ran her hands over the hard planes of Roric’s chest. His grip was so tight, she had to be in pain, but she ignored it, seemed to enjoy it.