Heart of the Demon (2 page)

All his life Finn had felt more like one of Lucifer’s subjects and less like a son. From the day of his birth his father had
designed the course of his life, and Finn in his early years had gladly followed that map. Yet century after century his efforts
to garner his father’s approval had awarded him nothing. With his mother’s death Finn had lost the only person who’d ever
truly loved him. His father certainly didn’t. At least he never showed it. Finn had never felt like he measured up to Lucifer’s
expectations, and about five hundred years ago he’d given up trying. He did his job well because that was the kind of guy
he was—you do the job you’re hired to do regardless of the pay or any issues you had with the boss. And now he didn’t care
if good ol’ Dad was proud of him or not.

At least, that’s what he told himself. And perhaps if he kept telling himself that, eventually he’d believe it.

For the chance to be his own boss he just might give in. He’d been tossing around the idea of running a private security firm,
one that would cater to the rich and powerful—both preternatural and human—and this might be his chance.

“There’s more to you asking for my help than my rep,” he said, looking from his dad to Caine.

Lucifer cleared his throat, drawing Finn’s gaze. “The chameleon abilities you got from your mother will prove useful.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “You told him?” he asked, amazed that his father would tell an outsider a closely guarded secret
that not even the demons knew.

“I trust him.”

“So I take it he also knows—”

“That you’re my son? Yes.” Lucifer leaned back in his chair and rocked it back and forth.

It wasn’t common knowledge that Finn was Lucifer’s child, and it was safer that way. Each of them had made enemies, and if
a relationship closer than that of boss and employee were to become known, well, it wouldn’t be a good thing. For Lucifer
to not only have clued in an outsider on the existence of chameleons but his and Lucifer’s kinship, he must trust the vampire
implicitly.

Finn studied Caine. He didn’t know him, not really. He’d had some dealings with Caine in the past, and the vampire struck
him as intense. Dedicated and single-minded in his pursuit of justice. And someone capable of taking secrets to his grave.

“As I understand it,” the vampire said, “you can take on the abilities of any preternatural. Does that mean you can enhance
your hearing or sense of smell to the level of a werewolf’s if you wanted to?”

Finn nodded. “There’s a little more to it than that, though. For a short period of time I can actually become that preternatural.”

“Meaning…”

“If I mimic a werewolf, I can shift into a wolf. Or if I want to imitate a vampire…” He paused and got to his feet. “Here,
let me show you.”

It had been a while since Finn had impersonated a vamp. He studied Caine, took a deep breath to get his scent, then closed
his eyes to concentrate on summoning his chameleon demon abilities. There was a burst of heat deep inside him, then his body
temperature plummeted. His jaw began to ache and his canine teeth lengthened into fangs. When he opened his eyes, it was to
see Caine staring at him in shock.

The vampire stood and walked over to him. “What the hell?” He stopped and drew in a deep breath. “Damn. You even smell like
a vampire.” He glanced at Lucifer. “I can see how this could prove useful.”

Lucifer gave a sly smile. “Indeed.”

Finn let go of the pretense and became his normal self again. He dropped back down into his chair and exhaled. Since he was
only part chameleon, he was unable to hold on to a deception as easily as a full-blooded chameleon could. Even that little
bit had taxed his energy. Not that he’d ever admit out loud that he was tired.

“Come on, Finn.” Caine shoved his hands in his pockets. “We need you.”

Finn thought about it a moment longer then, looking at his father, said, “I’ll tell you what. You free me from my enforcer
duties, and I’ll do this.”

“Done.”

Finn’s brow furrowed. “I mean forever, not just while I’m on this particular assignment.”

“Agreed.”

Finn couldn’t hide his shock. He hadn’t expected it to be that easy. It hadn’t been when he’d asked before. He knew this was
some serious shit for his father to so readily agree to his demand. “Fine.” Finn looked at Caine. “Tell me what you want me
to do.”

Caine nodded. “One thing first.” He leaned forward, his gray eyes darkly intent. “No one, and I mean no one outside of this
room, other than my wife, knows what we’re asking you to do. Make sure you keep it that way.”

Three months later

F
inn walked into the Devil’s Domain nightclub and paused to let his eyes adjust to the dimness. The warmth inside the club,
produced by a furnace and the heat of the assembled crowd, contrasted with the coolness of the November evening.

Not that heat bothered him. He was a demon after all; he could handle a little heat. Once he accomplished his task tonight,
he’d see what kind of hookup he could make and then he’d generate another type of heat altogether.
If
he could. He scowled a little, remembering those succubi he’d seen a few months ago. He’d had similar reactions since, but
hoped that very soon his disinterest would be a fleeting thing.

First, he needed to make some progress on that little matter his father and Tobias Caine had asked him to take care of. Things
had been slow moving thus far. Infiltrating the rogue group of preternaturals would be the key to his freedom.

He’d been working on it for the last few months, using his current contacts and making new ones. Going to the leader of the
group head-on would be too obvious, so Finn had been coming at them sideways. He was so close, he could feel it. All he needed
was one person to buy that he was a true believer and he’d be in. He planned to make some headway to that end tonight, especially
since he was running out of time. The next rift was set to occur in only four weeks.

Moving a few more feet into the club, he looked out over the assembled crowd. Prets of every type as well as several humans
filled the place almost to capacity. A handful of vampires congregated in the booths near the door that led to the area where
they could dine in private if they wanted. Some vamps, though, were exhibitionists and got off as much on audience reaction
as they did the actual ingestion of blood, which explained why a few of them were leaning over donors in booths that lined
the back wall, fangs in arms or necks.

Shapeshifters—werewolves, various werecats, and even a werebear or two—gathered near the bar. A couple of succubi led entranced
humans by the hand toward the restrooms where, no doubt, they’d suck off some of the men’s energy while, well, sucking them
off. And they’d probably lift their victims’ wallets while they were at it, but the men wouldn’t care about that, not for
a while, anyway.

The club smelled like it usually did, a combination of booze, sweat, and the underlying dark, silky feel of carnal, preternatural
hunger. Between the music and voices of people trying to talk over it, the noise level was at a low roar. Finn tapped into
his chameleon abilities and took on the hearing of a shapeshifter. He listened to several conversations, none of which were
all that interesting. Certainly none pertained to the rogue group he was still trying to get close to. He eased up and shifted
his attention to the dance floor. Several demons he knew, most of whom he had no desire to engage in conversation. One guy,
an incubus, caught his attention, though. Not because of what he was doing, which was dancing badly, but because of
whom
he was dancing with.

Finn would recognize that long hair anywhere. It flowed down her back to the top of her shapely buttocks in a fiery cascade.
Keira O’Brien.

His body tightened. On some level he recognized the reaction and registered the relief he felt in knowing he hadn’t completely
lost his interest in the opposite sex. But on another level he wondered if Keira had ruined him for other women.

He reflected on their first meeting. They’d met here, at the Devil’s Domain, right at the bar. Finn had just come off a job.
He’d been tired, in need of a shave, a haircut, and a small supply of give-a-damn. A husky, shamrock-jeweled voice ordering
a scotch had caught his attention and set his nerve endings on fire. When he’d seen the owner of that voice, a slender, curvy
woman in a barely there black dress, he’d been a goner.

The attraction had been mutual and instantaneous. She’d been as irreverent toward him then as she was now. Unafraid of his
strength, she saw right through him to the man he was inside, the man he could become if he wanted it badly enough.

Keira had been new to the city, still trying to find her way. They danced for a while, shared another drink, and agreed to
see each other again. Over the following months they had enjoyed a flirtation that had deepened each time they were together,
finally culminating in a night filled with overheated bodies straining together against silky sheets.

The evening had started out as their dates usually did—dinner and dancing at the Devil’s Domain. That night, though, they’d
both been more than ready to take things to the next level. Slow kisses and a little heavy petting in a dark booth at the
club barely held their lust in check until he could get her to his bed.

Her dress had stayed on her for all of two seconds, only as long as it took him to get her from the front door to his bedroom.
He’d laid her down on the crimson and plum comforter and she’d given him a slow, sultry smile that told him she knew exactly
what she was doing to him, lying there in nothing but her smooth skin and a pair of red high heels.

“You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you?” He stared down at her, his eyes burning as desire flamed white hot in his gut.
He let his gaze drift over her slender body, taking in her hard-tipped breasts, narrow waist, and flaring hips. Soft auburn
curls guarded a treasure trove he fully intended on plundering. “Do you often go without panties?”

“Only when I think they might slow things down,” she murmured. A slim finger traced along his lower lip. When he sucked it
into his mouth, her breath caught and her eyes flared with passion. With a low moan that fired his blood, she pushed him onto
his back. Holding his eyes with hers, she began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers brushing against his skin, sending shivers
of reaction racing to his cock. By the time she’d pushed the material to the sides of his torso, he was grinding his jaws
to keep from hauling her beneath him.

When her fingers went to the button on his pants, he knew he’d never keep control if she wrapped them around the part of him
that most wanted her attention. With an oath he surged off the bed and finished undressing.

When he came back down, she curled her legs around his hips and surged against him. He’d been surprised by the strength in
her body, though he knew he shouldn’t have been. When he moved one hand to stroke through the soft folds of her sex, the slick
heat he’d found had made the breath catch in his throat.

“Ordinarily I’d insist on a short getting to know you period,” she husked, trailing her hands across his chest. Her brogue
was more pronounced than usual, and he realized she slipped back into the familiar and perhaps comforting cadence of speech
when her emotions were heightened. “But you’ve been teasin’ and tormentin’ me somethin’ fierce these last weeks, boyo.” Her
thumbs raked across his nipples, making him jerk in response. That slow, sexy smile curved her lips again. “Let’s get down
to business, then, shall we?”

What had followed had been the hottest sex of his life.

They’d fit together like they’d been custom made for one another. Afterward, though, things had gotten awkward between them.
Instead of curling up in his arms for a postcoital snooze, Keira had muttered something about not wanting to get into a serious
relationship, and he’d mumbled something along the same lines.

By unspoken agreement they’d put distance between them. The truth of the matter was, while their lovemaking had been fulfilling
on a level he’d never before experienced, he wasn’t about to trade one type of servitude for another. Doing this “job” for
his father was the means to an end. He wanted to be free, not tied down.

Since Keira had also denied any desire for a serious relationship, he figured she’d be a safe bet for what he needed tonight.
No-strings-attached sex. Even if she was the only woman who’d enticed him in a long while, he didn’t have time for anything
else, not in the short period he had to complete his mission.

He wended his way through the couples on the dance floor until he reached her. Her dark blue dress glimmered in the light.
As she danced, he could see the bare skin of her back each time her hair moved. Or when the incubus slid his hand down to
cup her ass.

Finn clenched his jaw. With two rigid fingers he tapped her companion’s shoulder. Hard. “I’m cutting in.” His voice came out
in a low, predatory growl that irritated him. It wasn’t like he and Keira were exclusive, after all. She could dance with
whoever the hell she wanted to. She could also have sex with whoever she wanted to.

That didn’t mean he had to like it.

With the mood he was in, Finn wouldn’t have minded a decent, down and dirty fight, but unfortunately her dance partner wasn’t
an idiot. “Sure thing.” The incubus gave a smile to Keira, handed her over to Finn, and turned away without another word.

Finn watched him walk away and then looked down at the woman standing in front of him. Her dress was almost as low cut in
the front as it was in the back, showing off the delectable slopes of her breasts and the pale, smooth skin of her upper abdomen.
The fresh, sweet-grass smell of heather he always associated with her wafted to his nostrils. He drew in a breath, holding
her scent in his lungs a moment before exhaling. “It’s nice to see you, Keira. You look beautiful as always.”

“Thank you.” Her gaze tracked the incubus for a moment before she looked at Finn again. Her lips curled upward, her reaction
one of indulgent amusement rather than outrage at his high-handedness. “You’re looking fine yourself. How’ve you been?” she
asked, her tones as lilting as if she’d just arrived off a plane from Ireland the day before. “I haven’t seen much of you
lately.”

“I’ve been busy. Work,” he explained. He didn’t want to talk about what he’d been doing the last few months. He
couldn’t
talk about it. She knew enough about him to know he was no stranger to keeping secrets. In his line of work it was necessary.
Couldn’t have his target running off because they’d heard Finn the Enforcer was after them. Or have the rogue group close
its doors because they found out a nonbeliever was trying to infiltrate them. “What’ve you been up to?”

Suddenly serious blue eyes stared into his. “Oh, a little of this, a little of that.”

Keira was no stranger to secrets, either. She was one of the most private people he’d ever met, and that was saying something.
Every preternatural alive had learned to exist by hiding their true nature. But Keira took keeping her privacy to a whole
new level.

She freed her hand from his. “I’ve been around, boyo. You’re the one who’s been scarce.” Her fingers drifted across his shoulder
to stroke through the hair at the nape of his neck. Heat spread from her fingertips down his torso and wrapped around the
base of his cock. When her softly rounded belly brushed against the slight rise beneath his fly, she gave a slow, wicked smile.
“You’re glad to see me then.”

“Yeah, I am.”

The song ended and the DJ started another slow ballad.

Finn rested his hands on Keira’s hips. “Dance with me,” he murmured in a voice gone low and raspy with desire. When she nodded,
he pulled her even closer. This was his kind of dancing. Nothing too fancy, just the shuffling of feet and the brushing of
bodies against each other.

She twined her arms around his neck, fingers still sifting through his hair. The motion sent darts of sensation throughout
his body. She shifted nearer, the tips of her breasts brushing his chest. Her high heels put her at cheek level with his jaw,
and she rested her face against his.

Her skin was like satin against his stubble-covered jaw. He drew in a breath, enjoying the light floral scent of her hair.
She was the essence of femininity—soft, seemingly delicate—yet every once in a while she’d get a look in her eye that made
him think of Boadicea, the fiery Briton queen. He had no doubt Keira would be fierce in a fight.

He knew from experience she could be fierce in bed.

The feel of her in his arms made him ache to slide her beneath him on the closest horizontal surface. Or up against a wall.
Finn slid his hands to the small of her back and linked his fingers, pulling her closer. He focused on the woman in his arms,
the warmth of her body against his, the softness of her skin beneath his palms. He drew in a breath, trapping the fresh scent
of her shampoo in his nostrils before he exhaled.

Her fingers continued combing through his hair. With each stroke his muscles tightened. Going horizontal was looking better
and better. To regain some control, Finn drew back a smidgin and glanced around the club for potential contacts. He had to
focus on something else or he’d end up dragging her out of the club like some Neanderthal. Any other time that wouldn’t have
bothered him, but tonight he had other things he had to accomplish. He couldn’t forget his mission, though this sensual woman
surely made him want to. Even as his eyes searched the crowd, his mind replayed images of Keira stretched out beneath him
in bed, her slender body naked to his gaze, his touch. He drew in a shuddering breath and fought to rein in his rampaging
libido.

The song ended, and Keira stepped back from him. He took one of her slender hands in his.
Want to get a drink?
he meant to say, but what came out was, “Come home with me.”

She tipped her head to the side, one delicate eyebrow climbing.

“For drinks,” he hurried to add. He could tell by her expression that she was thinking what he was. The temptation for more
was there. And, like him, she looked like she was about to give in.

Her lips parted, her gaze bright with agreement. Then her eyes flicked to something over his shoulder and she said, “Rain
check? There’s someone I need to talk to.” Genuine regret colored her sultry voice.

Finn gave a nod. “Sure, no problem.”

She stroked her hand down his cheek and let her fingertips linger on his lips. Then she went up on her toes, moving her fingers
aside to press her mouth against his. He parted his lips, allowing her inside, tangling his tongue with hers. God, she tasted
good. Better than good. She tasted of sweet honey but with a tartness that was unexpected yet welcome.