Demonic and Deserted (Eternally Yours Book 4) by Tara West Read Free Book Online

That’s when I noticed these people weren’t people at all. They appeared to be like Monkey Hitler, half-human and half something else. Many had long tails, horns, and scales. Though most of their facial features were concealed by gilded masks, they shared a similar physical characteristic—the lust in their eyes, as if they fed off sins of the flesh. 
    Ewww. As we were pushed farther into the crowd, I slapped away hands that roamed my backside and pinched my ass. One fool was bold enough to grab my tit. My boob beneath my grandmother’s torpedo-tit, 1950s bra was the last thing he felt before Aedan knocked him out cold. Despite the lost looks in their eyes, and the lust that radiated off of their skin in sickening waves, I managed to cross to the other side of the ballroom without too many pinches. 
    The Devil bounded past us as Monkey Hitler led the way to an ornate gold throne on a raised platform overlooking the ballroom. Behind the throne hung a tapestry with another pentagram, this one featuring a sketch of a bloody ram’s head in the middle. The Devil fell into the chair, flinging one leg over an armrest as he stared at the crowd with disdain.
    He pulled a long object from inside his coat, waving it at the crowd. The stick was a golden scepter with a bronze serpent coiled around the length, the cobra head with ruby eyes hovering at the top end to form a handle.
    Everyone gasped and ducked as he waved the scepter at their heads. Aedan and I followed suit. Though I didn’t like being this guy’s puppet, I had no idea if magic venom shot out of that thing. 
    “You, satyr!”
    The Devil pointed the end of the scepter at a hideous goat-man with two hooved legs, a bushy tail, tall, twitchy ears, and a wide, slitted nose. The rest of him appeared to be human. Wine spurted out of the beast’s mouth and down his bare torso before he ducked behind a woman who looked part feline.
    Cat woman hissed and jumped back, exposing the cowering goat-man. Another creature with four horse legs kicked the satyr with a loud neigh, causing the weeping goat-man to tumble to the floor.
    The Devil leaned back in his chair with a disinterested scowl. “Satyr, how many glasses of my wine have you drunk?”
    He looked up at the Devil with wide, watery eyes before turning his gaze back to the floor. “I-I don’t know, my lord.” 
    “Don’t you know gluttony is a sin?” The Devil snickered.
    Goat-man let out a strangled sob that sounded more like a bleat. “I-I’m sorry.”
    The Devil arched a thin brow. “Why are you sorry?”
    The goat-man’s ears twitched as he scratched the back of his head. “F-for sinning?”
    The Devil’s eyes narrowed, his face turning as red as a ripe apple. “You should never apologize for indulging. Obviously you’ve forgotten my first rule.  He nodded at a row of bull-like creatures standing along the outer perimeter of the room. “Guards, take him outside.” 
    I cringed when steam poured out of three of the guards’ nostrils as they pushed their way through the crowd. They had bull faces, muscular male bodies, and were each at least nine feet tall. They wore armored breastplates and kilts, and carried spears that looked like harpoons big enough to kill a whale.
    “Damn Taurus,” Aedan grumbled beside me.
    Crud. How were Aedan and I going to get past those giants? Not that it mattered much if we couldn’t find an elevator.
    And what were monkey men, Tauruses, and satyrs doing in Hell’s hotel? It seemed like every man/animal combination was represented down here, yet Aedan and I still looked normal. What was that all about? Satan had neglected to tell us about his zoological costume party. 
    Goat-man sat up on his knees and struck a prayer pose. “No! My lord, I’m sorry,” he said between heart-wrenching bleats. “I love sinning, I swear. Please don’t send me back out there.”
    The Devil rolled his eyes and shooed him away when a Taurus grabbed the satyr by the neck, dragging