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

the beast behind him as if he were taking out the trash. 
    My hand instinctively flew to my own delicate neck as I thought of one of those creatures wrapping his meat hooks around me.
    Note to self: don’t piss off Satan.
    But how could I not piss off the prince of darkness when I had the sickening feeling he expected me to obey his sordid rules?
    My heart leapt into my throat when the Taurus stopped at a set of metal doors that looked much like an elevator. Had the Devil been lying? Was there really an elevator down here? One of the beasts hit a button on the wall, and the doors slid open, revealing not an elevator platform but an endless sea of flame.
    Holy shit on a stick. Those doors led to the outside of sub-level thirteen, and that inferno looked hotter than a herpes rash at a whorehouse. When a blast of hot air hit us like a tidal wave, some of the animal/human creatures swooned, falling to the floor. Sweat beaded on my neck and head, dripping between my breasts and making my thighs stick together. 
    Damn, it was hot!
    Two Tauruses stood guard while the third one tossed the goat-man outside. The poor creature squealed like a stuck pig as he went careening into the fire. And just when I thought Hell couldn’t get any shittier, a giant dragon head made entirely of flame rose above the inferno and roared as it snapped its jowls shut over the creature, swallowing him whole. 
    Flames licked the sides of the doorway, spilling onto the hotel’s tile floors. A Taurus hit the button on the wall, but the doors wobbled as if blocked by the fire. A Taurus threw down his spear, his muscles straining as he tried to manually close the doors.
    The dragon’s head appeared again, his long tongue grasping onto the Taurus’s ankle and dragging the bellowing beast outside. The remaining two Tauruses managed to shut the doors and latch it shut. They grabbed their spears, and the spear of their fallen comrade, and marched back to their positions near the wall.
    Okay, so another note to self: don’t go outside, because the dragon isn’t interested in making friends.
    At least I knew how to kill a Taurus. I briefly wondered if the beast tasted like steak, although I was certain the dragon wasn’t picky. 
    I gawked at Satan, who was smiling sadistically and rubbing his hands together. Guess he didn’t care about losing his guard. And I’d thought my Purgatory boss was an asshole.
    “What was that thing?” Aedan asked.
    I cringed at Aedan’s harsh tone. I certainly didn’t want my husband-to-be becoming a shish-kabob.
    The Devil coolly eyed Aedan. “A flame eater. You’ve seen the soul-eating dragon, Dahaka, have you not?”
    “Yes,” Aedan said with a growl as he stiffened beside me.
    “My flame eaters are much the same,” the Devil said with an air of eerie perkiness, as if he was talking about the weather in Florida, “except instead of your soul being trapped in a void of emptiness and despair, you are trapped in a burning vortex of pain.” 
    I clenched my churning gut. “Ouch.”
    I shrank back when the Devil looked at me with a maniacal gleam in his eyes. “Ouch, indeed. Your charm amuses me, Ashley MacLeod. Witty and beautiful—what a rare gem you are.”
    Aedan pulled me tight against him.
    Shadows fell across the Devil’s features, his intense gaze so powerful, it was nearly hypnotic. “Your fiancé is a very possessive man. I don’t think he realizes that in my realm, all things belong to me.” 
    Thank goodness for my possessive fiancé holding me up, because the Devil’s sinister glare made my legs wobble.
    “Hitler, show them to their chambers.” Our host waved us away with an indifferent flick of the wrist. “They can freshen up and join us for supper.”
    Monkey Hitler waved us onward as the crowd backed up several more steps, giving us a wide berth. I felt like I was walking on a cloud as I followed the little dictator, and not an effervescent first-kiss cloud, but the kind that smelled like a