One Night with the Demon Prince: Paranormal Fantasy Demon/Dragon Shifter Romance (Paranormal Protection Agency Book 9) Read Online Free
Author: Mina Carter
Tags: dragon shifter romance, Paranormal Fantasy Demon
sparkling in his eyes. To his credit, his gaze didn’t drop below her shoulders, focused entirely on her face as though the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “So if I’m a good boy, does that make you a bad girl?”
She allowed her lips to curl into a matching smile, a hint of wickedness slipping free. “It depends.”
“On what?”
She stood and offered him her hand. “On whether you ask me to dance or not…”
***
Rat was a man on a mission. He stormed through the front doors of a club and hit pay dirt. There, whispering through the air and teasing his sensitive nostrils, was the exact scent he was looking for... Feminine allure wound around dry heat with a subtle hint of total-pain-in-the-ass.
Baby.
It hadn’t taken much to find her. Women as stunning as her, people remembered. Plus the PPA only used one cab firm, so a quick call had gained the location they’d been dropped off at. Lower Easton Street. When he’d arrived, there had been the choice of two clubs.
Sector Five was the classier of the two, so he started with that. Plus, he was fairly sure the dried vomit on the wall next to the door of the other club would have put off the three dragon women, whose sense of smell was better than his.
The doors banged against the walls behind him and the bouncers wisely stayed out of his way as he strode into the club. It was a maelstrom of sound and packed bodies. Storming through the throng, his anger radiated from his skin. The air behind him swirled and heated, drinks of people that he passed bursting into flame. He ignored the chaos. It was all he could do to keep his horns and tail under wraps. Popping a tail here wasn’t an option…it would freak the humans out.
A couple shifters scuttled out of his way with frightened squeaks. Their terror filled the air. Hedgehog shifters. Not the biggest or the bravest of shifter-kin, and rare. He hadn’t realized there was a pack in town.
Boots clunking against the floor, the sound lost under the heavy throb of the music, he sought his prey. And Baby was his quarry. Since he realized she planned to get laid—to let some other man touch her—he hadn’t been able to think straight.
The moment he’d seen her, all fire and majesty as she faced off against a maniacal rogue sorcerer, he’d known he’d never find another woman to match her. Ever. His heart and body belonged to her in that instant, and even though he knew a demon wasn’t good enough to touch a hair on her head, he couldn’t…wouldn’t let her go. He’d give her time, had given her time, but she belonged to him. He’d kill any man who touched her.
Screw being polite. Screw playing the game. She was his. Only his.
Where the fuck was she?
Stopping in the middle of the club, he turned in a slow semi-circle. He could smell her, her scent was playing havoc with his senses. She was here but he couldn’t see her.
Fuck. He scraped a shaking hand through his hair. His father would be laughing his freaking socks off if he could see Rat right now. He’d always urged his offspring to treat them mean and keep them keen. To be as ruthless as he was himself. Fuck and kick out was Lakai’s mantra, but what else would anyone expect from the King of the Seven Hells?
His father was a demon king, the Demon King.
That was one little fact Rat kept off his file with the PPA. Despite his mixed blood, he wasn’t a prince of one of the minor hells. He was Prince of all of them. Raterrenh Di Lakai Telosa, son of Lakai. Prince of the Night and Shadows, Lord of the Seventh Gate and all the minor hells below . Which totally made him badass demon royalty.
It would be impressive if his family wasn’t dysfunctional. He’d lost count of the times his father tried to have him killed. Seemed the old man viewed sending assassins every once in a while an act of affection.
His mother was, if possible, even less affectionate. A pixie warlady with a fearsome reputation, she considered Rat little more
She allowed her lips to curl into a matching smile, a hint of wickedness slipping free. “It depends.”
“On what?”
She stood and offered him her hand. “On whether you ask me to dance or not…”
***
Rat was a man on a mission. He stormed through the front doors of a club and hit pay dirt. There, whispering through the air and teasing his sensitive nostrils, was the exact scent he was looking for... Feminine allure wound around dry heat with a subtle hint of total-pain-in-the-ass.
Baby.
It hadn’t taken much to find her. Women as stunning as her, people remembered. Plus the PPA only used one cab firm, so a quick call had gained the location they’d been dropped off at. Lower Easton Street. When he’d arrived, there had been the choice of two clubs.
Sector Five was the classier of the two, so he started with that. Plus, he was fairly sure the dried vomit on the wall next to the door of the other club would have put off the three dragon women, whose sense of smell was better than his.
The doors banged against the walls behind him and the bouncers wisely stayed out of his way as he strode into the club. It was a maelstrom of sound and packed bodies. Storming through the throng, his anger radiated from his skin. The air behind him swirled and heated, drinks of people that he passed bursting into flame. He ignored the chaos. It was all he could do to keep his horns and tail under wraps. Popping a tail here wasn’t an option…it would freak the humans out.
A couple shifters scuttled out of his way with frightened squeaks. Their terror filled the air. Hedgehog shifters. Not the biggest or the bravest of shifter-kin, and rare. He hadn’t realized there was a pack in town.
Boots clunking against the floor, the sound lost under the heavy throb of the music, he sought his prey. And Baby was his quarry. Since he realized she planned to get laid—to let some other man touch her—he hadn’t been able to think straight.
The moment he’d seen her, all fire and majesty as she faced off against a maniacal rogue sorcerer, he’d known he’d never find another woman to match her. Ever. His heart and body belonged to her in that instant, and even though he knew a demon wasn’t good enough to touch a hair on her head, he couldn’t…wouldn’t let her go. He’d give her time, had given her time, but she belonged to him. He’d kill any man who touched her.
Screw being polite. Screw playing the game. She was his. Only his.
Where the fuck was she?
Stopping in the middle of the club, he turned in a slow semi-circle. He could smell her, her scent was playing havoc with his senses. She was here but he couldn’t see her.
Fuck. He scraped a shaking hand through his hair. His father would be laughing his freaking socks off if he could see Rat right now. He’d always urged his offspring to treat them mean and keep them keen. To be as ruthless as he was himself. Fuck and kick out was Lakai’s mantra, but what else would anyone expect from the King of the Seven Hells?
His father was a demon king, the Demon King.
That was one little fact Rat kept off his file with the PPA. Despite his mixed blood, he wasn’t a prince of one of the minor hells. He was Prince of all of them. Raterrenh Di Lakai Telosa, son of Lakai. Prince of the Night and Shadows, Lord of the Seventh Gate and all the minor hells below . Which totally made him badass demon royalty.
It would be impressive if his family wasn’t dysfunctional. He’d lost count of the times his father tried to have him killed. Seemed the old man viewed sending assassins every once in a while an act of affection.
His mother was, if possible, even less affectionate. A pixie warlady with a fearsome reputation, she considered Rat little more
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