Read Beg Me to Slay for Free Online

with two silver-pointed arrows in the torso, but they barely slowed the thing.
    Gabe launched his battle-axe next, sending it soaring end over end toward the oncoming demon. The hissing abomination shifted, and the battle-axe skimmed his side instead of splitting him down the middle.
    “Damn it.”
    The beast collided with Gabe, knocking him to the ground. Gabe grappled, getting his hands around the demon’s scaly neck and squeezing until his eyes bulged. The creature’s fangs bore down on him, inches from Gabe’s face. Viri venom would paralyze him long enough for the monster to grab Tegan.
    Not on his watch.
    Gabe focused on the teeth, and keeping them far from him. Now the stench of sulfur and rotten eggs was more than just a mere discomfort. It blew Gabe’s hair back and turned his stomach.
    Enough of this shit.
    Gabe released one hand from around the demon’s neck and snatched his crossbow from his shoulder, walloping the demon in the side of the head. The creature hissed and rocked back. Taking advantage of the brief shift in power, Gabe rolled the demon under him, punching him in the throat with his free hand.
    “Holy crap!”
    The battle paused, both Gabe and the demon looking over at the new player. Damn it.
    Tegan stood in the doorway in bare feet, jeans, and a tank top. She was pale and slack-jawed, her hair still wet from the shower. Gabe scrambled to stand, putting himself between her and the demon. He backed up toward Tegan, trying to figure out how to get her inside so he could focus on finishing this fight. Worrying about her was a distraction he couldn’t afford. He’d shove her inside and shut the door if he had to.
    He kept his eyes on the threat. “Tegan, get in the dojo and lock the door. Now.”
    …
    An inhuman, creepy snake man flicked his tongue out, his voice hissing each word as he spoke to her. “You are the woman for my master. He marked you as his.”
    A chill crept up her spine, and the scar on her collarbone ached, burning.
    “That’s horseshit.” Gabe stepped back, nudging her. “Demons lie, Tegan. Come on, I need you to get back inside.”
    The placating, calming tone of Gabe’s voice yanked her out of the fear-induced stupor. She blinked as though she was awakening from a nightmare. Only this one was real, and she had a chance to make a difference.
    She trained for years to protect herself. Sure, this was some sort of reptilian demon-thing from God knows where, but it still…bled? She stared at the large green stain on the demon’s side. Gabe had wounded it. She glanced at her hired muscle. He clutched a crossbow, but the demon’s wound was larger than an arrowhead. Scanning the area, she noticed a battle-axe sticking out of the telephone pole across the parking lot. Apparently it had only skimmed the demon’s side.
    The creature lurched toward them. Gabe raised his crossbow and bashed the demon in the side of the head. Tegan seized the opportunity and raced across the lot for the ax. Adrenaline pulsed through her muscles, strengthening her, drowning her fear in action. She gripped the handle and jerked it back and forth until the wood finally released the blade.
    It took her a second to gauge the weight of the medieval weapon, heavy and dangerous. Perfect. She ran back, her bare feet barely registering the rocks from the asphalt digging into her soles. The demon turned from Gabe, facing her, and Tegan pulled the ax back to swing. He pivoted, his arm backhanding her. She lost her balance, and her ass connected with the pavement. Hard. While the demon leaned toward her, Gabe shot two more arrows into his back.
    Tegan forced herself to wait for the right moment before springing to her feet and using the forward motion to power the ax across the base of the bastard’s long neck.
    “No! Not the head!” Gabe shouted.
    But it was too late. The demon’s head thumped to the ground, and bright-green demon blood sprayed onto her hands and arms.
    “It burns,” she shrieked,