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rose to his full height. The slender column of her throat came into view. He swallowed hard and opened his mouth. And his damn penis went rigid again. He huffed out a breath and swore under his breath.
    “What now?” Her head lolled to the side. “Oh, that’s right, nothing,” she muttered and rolled onto her side toward the middle of the bed.
    He could feel her eyes on him so he pivoted and faced the wall. Gently this time, he tapped himself, willing the bastard to calm the hell down.
    Julia chuckled. “What are you, playing with yourself now? Lay down and quit being silly.”
    His penis jumped from a surge of blood. She wanted him to lay down with her? Maybe he should sleep on the floor. “I’m, I’m just gonna stay down here. On the floor.”
    “Suit yourself,” she said. Aza caught the pillow she tossed at him.
    The floor was covered in an orange abrasive fuzz, similar to fur though not pleasurable on the skin. He couldn’t get comfortable and rolled around until he found a position on his side. He laid his head on the edge of the pillow and took a deep breath.
    “Oh, what is, ewww,” he grumbled. The scent reminded him of a sweaty asshole. While the demon had smelled some disgusting odors in his lifetime, he’d never been forced to sleep in it. Hmm…this was as much a surprise to him as the revelation. He’d actually been treated decently for a goat demon in Netherworld.
    “Floor stinks, huh?”
    Aza coughed and sat up. “Yeah,” he eked out.
    “You can sleep up here if you don’t mind the smell of bleach.” She patted the bed next to her.
    Anything would better than the stench of the floor. After he settled on the mattress, Aza stared up at the ceiling. The light was switched off. Julia sighed softly a few times then her breathing changed, an indication she’d fallen asleep. They never discussed their next move, only that she knew where Bryant lived.
    He turned onto his side and faced Julia. The sheet around her had shifted down some, revealing the tops of her breasts. The demon could see well in the dark. His quarters in Netherworld were dimly lit. As out of place as he felt, he preferred Earth to his home realm. To say he didn’t miss it would be an understatement. He never wanted to go back there.
    He ran his fingers through his hair. Most of the goats left their hair long. Aza had been yanked into Abaddon’s harem room once by the hair. The Demon Ruler’s females groped him, pulled on his body parts, making them grow larger. He’d felt so out of control. A part of him liked the pleasure and the other part of him was scared. Afterward, he ran to his sleeping chamber and scrubbed his skin raw with porous lava rocks. And cut his hair.
    Julia rolled over to her other side. The sheet rode down so he could see most of her backside. A low groan left his throat. He clamped his hand over his mouth. He had to stop looking at her. He put the pillow at the other end of the bed and curled his body around it.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER
    TWELVE
     
     
    Julia
     
    This is so weird.
    Julia sat on the edge of the bed she’d shared with a demon. A demon . And not some ordinary dastard but an unbelievably hot one. She looked over her shoulder. Aza was still asleep, his large, muscular body curled around a pillow. Good God, he was tightly ripped.
    Julia thought about how he looked the first time she’d seen him in the woods all those years ago. His skin had been red then. She remembered their conversation perfectly from the second meeting ten years ago, right before school had let out for summer vacation and they’d finished up a brief unit on Greek Mythology. She’d dumbly hoped Aza was the god, Pan, a forest dwelling musician. Her mind left out the part of the imp being a womanizer. However, at eight years old, she wasn’t thinking about that.
     
    “I know who you are,” she said.
    “You do?”
    “Yeah, you’re Pan. The god of—”
    “No I’m not, go away.”
    “Uh huh, I’ve