Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
“Enjoy your nuptials,” he said to the customer. “And do not forget that I can let the suit out after you gain the customary post-matrimonial fifty pounds.”
“Gee, thanks.” The man exited the shop, and Damien went into the back to sort a shipment of new fabrics he’d received. Deep reds and army greens were coming back in style. For the hundredth time. Funny how nothing stayed gone for long. Including a certain vampire.
He couldn’t deny that MF pulled her weight and was an excellent seamstress, but he’d been fine without her before, and he’d get along fine again. It was more important to have his privacy, which was why he’d prepared a list of vacant stores she could rent out. He would even let her keep the patterns for his Victorian pieces if she liked. Just as long as she moved on.
“Boss! Did you hear?” Bonbon came running up.
“Did a bus full of Mexicans pull up?” Bonbon loved Mexican food. Damien’s floors did not. The demons always overate.
“No. Even better. The gods reopened the portals.”
Damien stopped emptying the box. “Demon portals? Open?”
“Yeah… Can you believe it?”
This was not good. The gods had banished demons for a reason. Also, there was the small matter of the demon king, who still wished to murder him. A long story.
“How long have the portals been open?” Damien wondered if he had time to go home and grab his big weapons. The smaller ones here in the shop were meant for human thugs, the occasional angry customer, and Big Foot. He got out of hand sometimes when his stuff wasn’t ready on time.
“Not long, boss, but Gorgonzolina and I are leaving immediately.”
“Really. How sad,” he said flatly.
“Don’t worry. We won’t stay long.” Gorgonzolina trotted up, dragging a little red wagon carrying their doggy beds. “We know you need us here.”
Nope. “It would be difficult to manage, but I am sure I can cope,” Damien said.
“Bonbon, are you ready? We’re double-parked outside,” said a soft, feminine voice.
Damien looked up to find a tall, beautiful woman in her thirties with creamy brown skin, long black hair, and wide hips like a sexy schooner. Her lips were red like berries, and her dark eyes were two orbs of chocolate sensuality.
She’s beautiful. He stopped breathing.
“You guys got your things?” the woman said, locking eyes with Damien, but clearly speaking to the demons.
“Yeah, Mom. Just give us a sec.” Bonbon looked at Damien. “Dude, put your tongue back in your mouth. That’s my mother, Queen Caviar de Catelina.”
“No, no,” she said to Damien. “Don’t be silly. You looked after my precious Bonbon all these years. You’re like family now, Mr. Greystone. Call me Cavi. Or Love Mistress.”
This was his mother? She was the queen of the love-sucking demons?
All sense of desire drained from Damien’s body. There was nothing more repulsive than their kind, except for rage demons. And Pet.
“Queen Caviar de Catelina.” Damien bowed his head respectfully. “So very nice to make your acquaintance. I owed Bonbon a debt after he saved my life, so consider us even. Now, if you don’t mind, I have orders to finish.”
“Uh, sure. Nice to meet you, Mr. Greystone.”
Cavi stood with shaking knees, doing everything in her power not to lose her composure. The moment she walked through the doors of Greystone and Sons, elated to be reunited with Bonbon—her nine-thousandth but favorite son—she truly believed this day couldn’t get any better.
She’d been hard at work back home, rebuilding their kingdom, ensuring there would be a place for all love-sucking demons to thrive. It hadn’t been easy in a land overrun by your average, violent, hate-filled demons, but she’d made significant progress ever since the gods shut them out of the human realm.
She’d signed valuable trade agreements with neighboring kingdoms, the pain and humiliation demons, to hold monthly events for spankings. In exchange, her people were caressed, snuggled, and stroked in a show of symbiosis.
The journey had not been easy, but there’d been no choice if her people were to be fed. Yet the triumphs had failed to bring her joy. She’d missed her Bonbon.
Now that was over. He was even married! And aren’t I lucky? Look at you, Mr. Greystone. The cherry on the love cake of my day.
“Mother, why’s your stomach grumbling?” Bonbon said. “When’s the last time you ate?”
An hour ago. But the moment she gazed upon this tailor, her energy began draining, making space for something tasty she hadn’t had in years. The affection of a hot man.
Why wouldn’t he look at her?
Well, you can run, but you can’t hide, tailor. I will have you pet me.
EPILOGUE
“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Don’t stop, you handsome beast. Give dragon what she needs!” Jac roared from inside the extra-large, multi-tiger cage, her ass pressed against the bars as Dash pounded her with his large cock from the outside. It just made sense for safety reasons.