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Dead demons keep turning up across the city. And it’s up to Katya Danske, member of the NYPD’s Paranormal Investigation Team, to stop whoever—or whatever—is behind the killing. But long, hot nights with her personal demon, sexy Blaise Michaels, are leaving her little energy to concentrate on her job.
Blaise understands Katya’s need for space, but now that he’s claimed her, he refuses to let his mate out of his sight. Not when a soul-sucking succubus and a massive storm threathen to throw the city into chaos. Besides, she needs his help to harness her own newly discovered powers. But can he convince her that the passion that binds them makes them stronger together than they are apart?
Tempting the Demon
Elle James
MILLS & BOON
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Dear Reader,
I love writing stories based in New York City. It’s a captivating place full of light and shadows. From the neon bright lights and signs of Times Square to the tall buildings and dark alleys, it’s a great setting for paranormal stories. What better place for the not-so-human to mix and mingle in its cauldron of humanity? Next time you’re walking along Fifth Avenue in New York City, be sure to look into the faces of passersby. Are you sure they are human and not a demon, a werewolf or witch? Embrace the magic of the city!
Happy reading!
Elle James
Dedication
This book is dedicated to the residents of New York and New Jersey who suffered so much during Hurricane Sandy. I’m always amazed at the resilience, determination and outpouring of love and assistance demonstrated during such terrible disasters.
Elle James
Contents
Chapter One
Heat built low in my body, firing synapses and sending electric currents from where his hand touched my hip all the way to my core. The fog of sleep slipped away as my demon’s fingers glided across my abdomen and down to the apex of my thighs.
I shifted, spreading my legs to allow his finger to slip between my folds and stroke that sensory-packed nubbin of pleasure. From dead sleep to heated passion, I awoke. “Hurry,” I whispered.
Blaise Michaels knew how to build the sensations, to guide my body to a fevered pitch. I want you to come with me.
“I want to sleep more before my alarm goes off.”
He withdrew his hand. Sleep, my sweet.
“Really? You stop now and I’ll kill you.” I grabbed his hand and returned it to that spot that was screaming for more attention, more strokes, more...more...more...
His low chuckle warmed my neck, adding to the heat of his palm cupping my sex, his finger dipping into my channel, swirling around in the slippery liquid coating my entrance. I wanted him, wanted the finger to travel back up to the special place he’d stroked to life, nudging me from sleep to full awareness.
He dragged his thick, wet finger up to my clit and stroked it once.
A shot of extreme pleasure ripped through me. I jerked my knees back, dug my heels into the mattress and arched my back, moaning.
Do you like that?
“Yes!”
He stroked me again and I closed my eyes, concentrating on prolonging the sensations, not catapulting over the top, extending the ecstasy of the moment as long as I could.
He stroked me again and I thought I’d come apart.
Blaise knew exactly what it took to make me scream. The demon exercised his control over my body every chance he could get. We’d made love until midnight and now.... I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Damn, it was nearly four o’clock in the morning. My alarm was set for five. But I couldn’t just turn off what Blaise had turned on. I had to see it through, ride the wave of hot, molten passion to the end.
My demon rolled over on top of me. My knees dropped to the side. I was ready to take him, to welcome his full thickness into my body.
For a moment, his cock nudged my entrance.
Before I could raise my feet to wrap around his waist and urge him in, he slipped downward, pressing kisses to my breast, sucking my nipple in his mouth, pulling hard. Again I arched my back, pressing the breast deeper.
He rolled the nipple between his teeth, biting gently. I wanted him to hurry, to fill me, to slide his member deep inside me.
Letting go of the nipple, he moved lower, his lips searing a path along my ribs to my belly and below.
“Yes, there. Use that tongue.”
Patience, my dear.
“Fuck patience!” I dug my fingers into his thick black hair and urged him lower.
