Lucifer Reborn by Dante King (ebook reader play store .txt) 📕

said with a wicked grin. Even she joined in on the fun, sensing Christina’s weakness. “It’s so important to go with the flow at the Academy.” She bit her lip, rubbing one stocking-covered leg against mine. “Us demon girls know that’s what a guy really wants…”

Christina looked like she wanted to say something cutting. Before she could, I reached down and gave her a smart little smack on her round demon booty. It jiggled invitingly beneath my fingers, and for a moment, the demoness’s eyes rolled back in her head, her long tongue lolling from the side of her mouth. The glazed expression lasted only a second before her cooler persona reasserted itself.

“Asshole,” Christina muttered—yet she was grinning. “Why do I always end up falling for jerks?”

“Because you like it,” I growled, giving the still-jiggling flesh a squeeze. “Why don’t we get this show on the road?” I asked, turning my attention back to Xora while Christina gasped. “I’d love to see the grounds, get a feel for the place so I can start making my way around unaccompanied. Maybe we could end the tour with a look at the dorms?”

It was an open invitation, and Xora took it for exactly that. She glanced from me to Christina, the word threesome practically flashing behind those dark eyes of hers, and licked her lips.

“We’ll see,” she purred, twirling a lock of long blonde hair around her finger. “We have quite a bit of ground to cover, first. The Academy is...larger than it appears from the outside. It may look quite manageable from the grounds, but demonic architecture tends to take certain shortcuts when it comes to geometry…”

I thought of the too-tall ceiling in Christina’s house and nodded. “Cool,” I said, gesturing for Xora to lead the way. “So what are we hitting first?”

Xora turned around to tell me—then frowned at a point over my shoulder. “I think there must be a problem with your vehicle,” the rusalka muttered, gesturing with her chin. “Desdemona looks extremely upset…”

I turned around to see the demon from the parking circle, double-timing it across the Academy grounds. The demons she passed took one look at her face and parted around her like a wave, giving her the space to approach us. Her maroon uniform looked as crisp and official as ever, but the look on her face was anything but.

She stopped in front of me with a quick, cursory bow, her expression tightening. “I apologize for the intrusion, sir,” her face telling me she wasn’t apologetic in the least, “but we weren’t warned prior to your valet service that you were storing a familiar in your vehicle. It’s causing some trouble.”

Xora looked poleaxed. “You brought a familiar to the Academy, too? Goodness, we may have to put you directly in the advanced classes…”

“I haven’t,” I said, frowning in confusion. “At least, I don’t think so. What are you talking about?”

Desdemona the valet gave our group an awkward look. “The, ah, creature in your trunk,” she explained, dancing around the substance of the question. I wondered if a demon’s familiars were part of some kind of privacy agreement—naming one out loud might be as big of a faux pas as sharing someone’s medical information back on Earth. “It’s obviously alive, as it’s making quite a bit of noise. We didn’t know if you wanted us to store it in your vehicle, or if you’d merely forgotten it…”

I had no idea what Desdemona meant. Had the valet found something in our trunk? Dimly, I wondered if we had a stowaway—maybe a cat or a squirrel hanging out in the back of the van, who’d been extremely surprised to find their hiding space transformed into a hot rod. Only wouldn’t Christina and I have noticed a thing like that while we were having sex?

Well, maybe not. It was hard to focus on anything but her body when the two of us were together.

Focus, I thought. Everyone’s staring at you.

“I’m not aware of any...familiar,” I said, ignoring the valet’s look. “Let’s check it out.”

Together, Mareth, Christina, and I made our way back to the car. Xora followed at a short distance, playing with the long hair wrapped around her waist like someone waiting for a juicy drama bomb to go off. The valet had helpfully brought my demonic ride back to the parking circle, leaving it roughly the same spot I’d dropped it off.

As I got closer, I heard what had set the valet on edge. The back end of the hot rod shook, muffled cries escaping the trunk. Someone in there was yelling for help, and kicking the shit out of the interior at the same time.

That definitely wasn’t an animal. It was a person. And I thought I recognized that voice.

A small crowd gathered around at the noise. A ravishing demoness in a cheerleading uniform and a buff demon with horns in a varsity tracksuit—probably her boyfriend—were trying to get my trunk open, evidently moved by the plight of whatever was inside. Even the hacky-sack kids had stopped playing and watched the scene with looks of bemusement.

“Excuse me,” I said, pushing through the crowd. “That’s my ride.”

Awkward, I thought, shaking my head. They all think I tried to smuggle something into the Academy. Meanwhile, if I’d known we had someone in our trunk, I’d have dropped them off in the parking lot…

I felt for my keys, but it turned out I didn’t need them. The trunk responded to my touch, like a beast that recognized its Master. It popped open with a squeak, revealing a gorgeous young brunette who’d been in the middle of kicking the cushions separating her from the backseat. I recognized her instantly—it was our waitress from the diner. The one whose panties were in my jacket pocket.

“Maddie!?” I cried, pulling the name out of my memory. “What the hell are