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    “Yes. With all my heart, yes.”
    His cock jerked in reaction. Passion blazed in her eyes—passion for him. Only him. She smoothed her tongue over her lips, taking his taste with it. Her eyes closed in surrender, and she was the very picture of desire. Of lust and love and his most private dreams.
    “Tell me what you’re going to do with me, once you have me in bed,” she said in a needy, aroused whisper. As if she had to know right then or she’d combust.
    “What would you like me to do?” If he did half the things floating through his mind, they wouldn’t walk for a week.
    “Everything.”
    He rubbed against her, the action causing pleasure/pain flickers through his body. “Kiss you?”
    “Mmm-hmm.” She bit her bottom lip.
    “Touch you?” He wanted so badly to drag her up to his room, to kiss and touch her now , but he was going to dance the entire song with her if it killed him. And it just might.
    A tremor slipped down her spine. “Where would you touch me?”
    “Everywhere.”
    Another tremor. “Yes, do that. Touch me everywhere.”
    “I’ll taste you everywhere, too.”
    “Please, yes.”
    He licked the shell of her ear. “I’m going to make you come so many times, you’ll—”
    The double doors suddenly bounded open and a horde of… creatures burst inside the bar, surrounded by a palpable air of menace. Instinctively sensing their danger, Hunter shoved Genevieve behind his back. The music screeched to a halt. At the bar, the three fairies instantly shrunk to their tiniest size, puffs of glitter-smoke wafting from them.
    Short, winged monsters with long fangs, more fur than a bear during hibernation, and razor-sharp claws formed a line in front of the doors, blocking escape. Their eyes were red and glowing; their angled, grotesque features were misshapen. Hideous.
    They were subdemons, he realized.
    Though different breeds were formed every day and he’d never encountered this type, Hunter recognized their scent: sulfur. As a monster hunter—pretending to be nothing more than a bar owner—he’d stalked and killed their kind most of his life. Demons, vampires, predators of the night—the scum of the earth, in his opinion. They were creatures who survived on human carnage. They were pure evil, and he despised them all.
    Killing them had always been one of his favorite pastimes.
    “Did someone wish for excitement?” one of them asked.
    Genevieve gasped. “Oh, no. No, no. I take it back. No excitement.”
    “I suggest you leave,” Hunter told them, the actual words nearly undetectable, laced with rage. Genevieve slipped her hand into his, and he felt a tremor rush through her. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll take care of this,” he assured her quietly.
    “No.” The demon who had spoken, the tallest of the bunch—which wasn’t saying much, since he only reached Hunter’s navel—stepped forward and grinned slowly, anticipatingly. “I think we’ll stay.”
    The grainy, high-pitched voice sent shudders through him. “Your kind isn’t wanted here.”
    The creature’s stance became cocky, arms crossed over his chest, legs slightly parted, his expression taunting. His dark, broken wings fluttered like an erratic heartbeat. “Your woman doesn’t agree. She wished for excitement, so excitement we’ll give her.”
    “I’ve changed my mind.” Fighting past her fear, Genevieve stepped beside Hunter. She maintained her hold on him. Inside, her magic churned and swirled, dark and dangerous, ready for release. Sometimes the darkness of her powers frightened her more than her opponent; now she felt only fear for Hunter’s safety. “He asked you to leave nicely. If you don’t, I’ll wreak such horrible vengeance upon you that you’ll go home crying to the devil like little girls.”
    “We’re not going anywhere until we’ve granted your wish. Master’s orders.” Laughing, the demons broke apart, knocking over tables, throwing chairs, climbing up and down the walls, and