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he attack came out of nowhere. They had fallen into an easy rhythm over the next few days. School. Sex. Sleep. Sex. Schools. Sex. Sleep. They could barely keep their hands off each other, and neither acknowledged the rapidly growing situation. So when the attack came, she was unprepared. She’d almost forgotten why he was there in the first place.

Lana had sent Cole out to take the trash, and when she turned around, a man and the demon were staring at her.

The demon towered over them both, and he lashed out his tongue like the way that snakes smell their prey. “Now, now,” the stranger cautioned. “We don’t want to get rid of her yet. She’s going to be very useful.” He turned his eerie gaze towards Lana. “Come with me, my dear.”

“Why would I do that?” she asked as she backed into the counter. Maybe if she grabbed a knife, she could defend herself. Her heart was in her throat, but she was determined to not let fear rule her this time.

In the blink of an eye, he moved. Suddenly, he was standing over her and gripping her wrists. “Because if you don’t, I’ll see to it that my pet slaughters your hybrid lover right here and now.”

She closed her eyes. Cole was supposed to protect her, but she knew he’d be outnumbered. “Okay,” she whispered.

He whipped his head around. “He’s close. We have to move, now.”

She felt a sharp pain in her neck, like something bit her, and then she knew no more.

Cole could smell the demon before he even reached the apartment. Fear fueled his adrenaline as he broke out into a run, but Lana was gone by the time he hit the kitchen.

He frowned. There was no sign of a struggle. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could feel her. He knew he could if only he concentrated.

Sure enough, his skin tingled, and he began to follow it. The sun was already low on the horizon, and by the time he found himself at the empty warehouse, it was dark.

He wanted to simply break into the warehouse, but what would that accomplish? Why would the demon kidnap Lana rather than just outright attack? They weren’t known for their patience.

Cresher had to be involved. There was no other explanation.

But why did Cresher want her? He tried to reign in his anger. If he crept any closer, Cresher and the demon would smell him for sure, but he had to know what was going on.

He would do everything in his power to save Lana, even if it meant that it would get him killed.

When Lana woke, she was stretched out on what looked like a gurney. She immediately sat up, and her vision was blurry. “What the hell is going on,” she cried out hoarsely.

She wasn’t bound in any way, so she slid off the gurney and tried to focus her sight. What had they done to her?

“Easy, my dear. It may take some time for it to reach your blood stream. You’re just feeling the side effects of the sleeping agent. You woke up much sooner than I expected,” a voice said pleasantly.

She bumped into something, and she heard some things crash to the floor. “What did you do? What’s going to hit the blood stream?”

“I injected you with pure demon blood. I’m thinking of creating my own army. My name is Cresher, by the way. And I have to congratulate Cole. You are lovely.”

Demon blood? She leaned over and immediately vomited. That poisonous and rancid blood was running through her veins. It would kill her.

“Oh, dear. That was not the reaction I wanted. Perhaps you should sit down.”

Hot searing pain began to course through her, and she fell to the floor. God, she wanted to keep it together, but the pain was enough to make her curl into a ball and scream.

“Fuck!”

Lana moaned and opened her eyes. Her vision was clearing, and she saw a ball of fury launch itself into the room. The demon howled in pain as Cole managed to draw some blood.

She pushed herself up and watched, almost in slow motion, as the demon turned around and gripped Cole’s head. She knew it was going to break his neck, and fury like she’d never known rose up inside her. Without even thinking, she growled, pushed herself up, and launched into the fray.

Knocking them over was like knocking over a feather, but Cole hit the ground so hard he started to bleed. The demon howled in pain, and Cole screamed her name, but she paid no attention. Her body was suddenly capable of doing anything she wanted it to do, and now she was going to make sure this demon never hurt anything ever again.

They toppled over to the floor, and she felt its nails rip into her skin, but she didn’t care. Nothing hurt as much as the blood that seared in her veins, and that was nothing compared to the rage inside her. She felt something sharp under her, and when she reached down, she felt a blade pierce her skin.

Without a second thought, she gripped it, slashed it through the air, and aimed for the neck. A high-pitched scream ripped through the air, and as the demon fell to the floor, nearly decapitated, silence descended the room.

“Lana? Lana, put the scalpel down.”

She heard Cole’s voice through the haze, and she dropped the blade.

“Cole, he did something to me. He infected me with demon blood. I want to kill him. I’m going to kill him,” she hissed.

“He’s gone. Cresher’s gone, Lana. And you killed the demon. So the only thing we need to focus on is you. How do you feel? Can you see me?”

She turned her head at the sound of his voice, and when she squinted, she could make the outline of him. “Cole? Cole, I hurt. It hurts.”

“Okay, baby. I’m going to give you something to make you sleep. Do you trust me? I need you to trust me.”

She nodded her head, and she felt him place something cold on her chest. Darkness claimed her.

“I think she’s coming around.”

Lana felt a warm hand holding hers as she became aware of her surroundings. Her body felt heavy, like she’d been drugged, and she immediately rolled to her side to reach for Cole.

But there was nothing there. No bed. No Cole. “Cole?” she muttered as she opened her eyes.

Cole was there, holding her hand, but a few other men were also watching her. She gasped and sat straight up.

“Easy,” Cole said soothingly. “Easy, Lana. You’re in no danger here. This is Damien. He’s the leader of the Slavante Brotherhood, and these are some of my brothers. Do you remember what happened?”

She glanced warily around. She didn’t recognize anything. “Cole. Where am I?”

“This is my place.” He cleared his throat. “This is not quite how I wanted to show it to you.”

Her eyes widened as she took in the expensive apartment. The memories of the last encounter she had slammed into her, and she immediately looked down to make sure she hadn’t turned into a demon. “What happened?”

“I lured you into a false sleep to help you deal with the pain. We analyzed your blood. Cresher hadn’t put more than a few drops of demon blood in, so the affects were temporary. We tested it again an hour ago, and it had already dissipated inside you. No more demon blood and no nasty side effects,” Cole said. She saw the relief in his eyes.

“I killed the demon,” she said slowly.

The men exchanged looks. “Yes, and that’s both a good and bad thing.”

“I killed the demon. Why would that be a bad thing?”

“The death of a demon is definitely a good thing, but the fact that you were even able to is a bad thing. Between all of us, we didn’t know even know if we could bring him down. The effects of its blood in you were swift and mind blowing. When I went back to check on the body, it was gone. Cresher is going to harvest the blood and trying again. If he infuses enough humans, it’s going to be a problem.”

Cole squeezed her hand. “But that’s an issue for another day. How do you feel?”

“A little uncomfortable,” she murmured as the men stared at her. “But otherwise, I’m okay.”

Damien bowed. “We’ll leave you two alone. I’m glad you’re okay, Lana. It’s not easy for a hybrid to lose his Coyquiha. You gave him quite a scare.”

Her jaw dropped just a little when the other men bowed respectively and exited the room. “Cole? What just happened? I felt like I was their queen or something.”

He dropped down to the seat next to her and pulled her into his lap. After a long kiss, he finally explained. “Killing a demon to protect me did more than just earn their respect. They’re indebted to you for the rest of their lives. And we live a long time.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “How long?”

“It depends on the hybrid. I’m not as strong as some of the others, so I’m probably on my last leg. I’ve probably got about eighty to a hundred years left in me.”

She opened her mouth to ask how old he was now, but she was too afraid of the answer. “What’s a Coyquiha?”

“It’s a forever love.” He suddenly slid off the couch and knelt down on one knee. “As hybrids, we only have one true soul mate. Most of us never find it. You’re mine. I knew the second I laid eyes on you. I knew that I was going to love you for the rest of my life.”

She gasped. Of course, she’d already known that she loved Cole, but she thought she was just being silly. A few good tumbles in the bed did not usually make a lasting relationship, but there was a cord of trust that pulled her towards him. She would have given him her life. She almost did.

Coyquiha. She let the word roll around in her head. It sounded right. It sounded true. “I love you too,” she whispered.

“Marry me,” he said. “I promise, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. I’ll spend the rest of my life making you smile and making you feel safe.”

“You’ll spend the rest of my life driving me insane,” she said with a laugh. She leaned down and kissed him long and deep. “And that’s a proposition I can’t say no to.”

“I thought I’d lost you,” he murmured as he nuzzled his face into her hair.

“You thought you lost me? All I could think of was protecting you.” She shuddered. “I was driven by demon blood, but I was still me.”

“You were one bad ass stripper,” he said with a smile.

She gasped and punched him lightly in the arm. “I’m an entertainer,” she said indignantly.

“You’re my entertainer,” he said as he captured her mouth again. “And I’m never letting you go.”

She melted against him, and although he was slow and unhurried, he made her body sing.  Slowly, he stripped off her clothes and pushed her down into the sofa. As he slipped inside of her, she knew she’d found her happiness. Here, in his arms, she would spend the rest of her days loving and loved.

THE END

Demon Romance

The Final Seduction

Submission to the Dark Forbidden Mate Series Book Three

Lucile Wild

Demon Romance: The Final Seduction

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he dark clouds that had threatened to open all morning finally made good on their promise. As Jade raced from the car to the door, the skies opened up and drenched her. She shrieked a little, pulled the collar of her jacket up, and tried desperately to find the right key. Finally, after fumbling and cursing, the brass key slid in, and she swung the door open.

It was always the smell that hit her first. Leather, ink, and dust. As always, a small shiver of excitement ran through her. She’d only opened the used bookstore a few months before, but she still couldn’t contain her glee whenever she stepped through the threshold.

She flipped on the lights, stripped off her coat, and rubbed her hands together. Weathered Pages had a following before she’d even opened the store, and as the weekend drew close, she was expecting quite a turn out. Plus, she had shipment of new books coming in tomorrow, and she needed to make room. So there was no time to stop and appreciate her little nook. She needed to get to work.

Jade flipped the open sign and booted up the computer. Although she kept an antique register on the counter for decoration, she needed the computer for inventory. Immediately, she checked on her shipment.

It looked as though it would be right on time.

Her grandfather had collected rare and antique books all his life, and when he passed away, her father had inherited them. As a busy corporate man, her father had little interest in the books, and so they had collected dust for years. Many people in the antique book world contacted him in hopes of buying some of the collection, but her father had refused. It wasn’t that he wanted to part with the books.

It was just that he never had time.

Jade, on the other hand, was passionate about the books. When she learned of their existence, she spent hours in the storage unit, opening boxes and perusing them. And when her father passed away a year ago, the books became hers.

But Jade didn’t just want to sell. She wanted to immerse herself completely in the world. And so Weathered Pages was born, and on day one, collectors from all over the country were there to see what she had to offer. Within the first month, Jade became an expert on buying and selling rare books, and she was already turning a profit.

She answered a few emails about inventory and contacted a few reclusive clients about some older books on her shelves. Jade was so lost in her computer that she didn’t even hear the bell ring.

“Are you the proprietor?”

Jade blinked a looked up. A handsome man in his forties gave her a stunning smile, and she cocked her head just a little. His mannerisms and eyes seemed way older than the fit man before her. Something about him made her uneasy. “Yes. I’m Jade,” she said when she remember her manners. “How can I help you?”

“I’ve heard that you have a rather unique selection of books. I am a collector of older books specific to a particular subject. I’m looking for books dealing in mysticism.”

Jade pushed her glasses up her nose. A headache was forming in the back of her eyes. It almost felt like something was tugging at her brain. “Mysticism? Are you interested in religious sectors or occults? I have some historical accounts of Celtic rituals and some African pagan ceremonies.”

“I might certainly be interested in those, but I’m short on time. Do you have anything on demonology?”

The headache was getting worse as the man stared at her. “Demons? I have plenty of books that discuss demons of quite a few religions, but I don’t have anything that only deals only with demonology. If you are short on time, you’re welcome to leave your contact information. I can email you with more details of my selection.”

“Email?” The man scowled. “I do not think so. I’ll be back at a later date. If you get any books that you think might interest me, please set them aside.  I promise that I am willing to pay handsomely to add to my collection.”

“I don’t normally set aside books. I would be more than happy to do a search and see if I can’t order any. Would you like to leave your number so we can discuss the books before you pay for them?”

“No. I have no doubt that you’ll be getting that will interest me. Simply set them aside, and do not sell them anyone else,” he said smoothly.

The pain in her head increased, and she frowned. She was about to tell him that wasn’t how she operated, but he glided out the door.

Once again, she failed to hear the bell.

Jade fumbled in her junk drawer for some aspirin and swallowed three of them dry. After a few seconds, the headache receded, and she blew out her breath. That man was intense.

It wasn’t rare that she dealt with strange men, but most of them were eager to leave their contact information behind. At the very least, they sent assistants to leave their contact information behind.

“Whatever,” she muttered.

The bell above the door jingled, and Jade looked up. “Dale!” she said with a warm smile. “Where have you been hiding?” She came around the corner to hug the old man, one of the few connections she had left of her grandfather.

“My dear,” Dale said as he stroked her hair. She could feel the tremors and his body, and she frowned. Clearly, he wasn’t doing well. “I’d heard that you opened a store with your grandfather’s books. This is quite an impressive place.”

“Thank you! It’s only been four months, but I’m really getting the hang of it!”

He smiled feebly, but there was a look of worry in his eyes. “Did you keep any of his books in storage, or did you sell them all?”

Jade bit her bottom lip. “I haven’t sold his entire collection, but what’s left is on display. Was there a certain book you wanted? I’m so sorry. I would have absolutely put it aside for you! Give me the title, and I’ll look it up for you.”

He waved his hands and shook his head. “It’s nothing like that. It’s just that some of his books are more valuable than you might think. Have you had any issues since you opened the store?”

“Issues? Like what?”

“Break-ins. Threats. Strange people coming in?”

Jade laughed. “Dale, it’s an antique bookstore. Lots of strange people come in. But I’ve never had anything to worry about. I’ve priced all these books. While plenty are old, I don’t have anything here that’s worth millions of dollars.”

His hand whipped out, and he gripped her arm tightly. “Jade, if I thought for a second that I could convince you to shut this store down, I would. Those books were never meant to be sold. Your grandfather told your father that, and I wish more than anything that your father had passed along that information to you.”

Jade gently wrenched away. Dale sometimes had some episodes of dementia and early onset Alzheimer’s. “Dale, it’s just a bunch of old dusty books. It’s fine,” she said softly. “Did you drive here? Can I call someone to pick you up?”

He frowned. “Be careful, Jade. You’re putting yourself in harm’s way. You must be on your toes at all times.”

“I’m going to be fine, Dale. Trust me. Nothing here is worth that much, okay?”

He gave her one final look of concern before he kissed her on the forehead and slipped out the door. She watched out the window to make sure he got to his car safely before shrugging it off. Clearly, the storm was bringing out the strange and paranoid.