Demons Undone: The Sons of Gulielmus Series by Holley Trent Read Free Book Online Page A

everything about her. First name, middle, last. What her birth date was. Whether she had any phobias. What kind of cake was her favorite. Whether she’d been a good student.
    He just nodded. “Good to know.”
    Gulielmus flicked through some screens on his smartphone and let out a feral-sounding growl. “Got a meeting in Bucharest. I’ll check in with you later.”
    “Don’t you have other children to check in on?”
    Gulielmus disappeared without answering. Just as well, because the bells installed over the convenience store’s door jingled as Ariel pushed the door open and stepped outside with a large paper sack. As she approached, John handed her the gas receipt and he took the bag. “What’d you get?”
    She grinned and handed him a hot cup as he sank into his seat. “Sandwiches. Chips. Junk. You know, the usual.”
    “What’s in the cup?” He noticed she had one of her own, but she didn’t answer.
    She bumped his door closed with her hip and walked around to the driver’s side of the car. Once inside with her seatbelt pulled across her hip, she set her cup into the holder in the center console and turned to him with a big grin. “I know you said you hadn’t acquired a taste for it, but gas station coffee is a special kind of beverage.”
    He lifted a brow, not trusting her eager expression in the slightest bit.
    “I’m serious, Hitch. It’s hardly even coffee. It’s basically just a watered-down gateway drug.”
    He brought it close to his nose and sniffed. Smelled more like candy than coffee. “What is it?”
    She wriggled her eyebrows and smiled broad.
    It was so damned cute he wanted to pull her out of the car, lay her on the ground, and tickle her to death. He resisted the urge.
    “It’s a blend of a few of the things available in the dispenser.” She counted off on her fingers. “That’s a vanilla caramel cappuccino with hazelnut creamer and three sugars.”
    He felt his taste buds self-eject. “All that, huh?”
    “Just taste it. If it you don’t like it, my feelings won’t be hurt. I’ll drink it and you can have one of the bottled waters in the bag.”
    “Hmm.” He stared at the little opening in the plastic lid and wondered whether the substance could cause a diabetic shock of some sort. It smelled nice, but somewhat deadly, and if that’s what Ariel drank all the time, why was she so damned slim?
    Come on. You’ve endured snakebites and tornadoes. You can drink a little bit of coffee.
He brought it up to his lips and slurped a mouthful of the scorching stuff.
    It was hot, so it took his tongue a few beats to actually register the flavor. He cut his gaze over to Ariel who was still grinning.
    “Well?” she asked.
    “That’s really freakin’ sweet.”
    “But?”
    “But it’s not that bad,” he conceded.
    “A-ha!” She stabbed her key into the ignition and eased the car onto the service road.
    “It hardly counts as coffee in my opinion, sweetpea.”
    She did a little dance in her seat as she steered onto the highway. “Maybe not, but you’ll see. Gradually, you’ll segue onto less syrup and more coffee and you’ll be a junkie just like the rest of us. Gas station coffee is basically the bottom of the barrel. There may not be much caffeine in that flavored drink, but that sugar’ll keep you up for the foreseeable future.”
    “You think I was going to fall asleep on ya?”
    “You mean like I did on you last night?”
    His cock stirred in his pants at the thought of her warm body and smooth skin. He yearned to feel its press against him with nothing in the way besides their sweat. What would that first time feel like? Would it go quickly, or would his demonic ancestry keep him on the job until she was through? He forced some more coffee down his throat before answering. “You had a long day and were tired … and relaxed.”
    She giggled. “
Relaxed
. Is that a euphemism for someone who was experiencing post-orgasmic haze?”
    “I guess it is.” She kept