Page 2 (1/2)

She is pretty fucking fierce, I thought, laughing at noetoward the forest surrounding our training pasture Trill gave ray skin stretched taut over her bony skull--before

she turned tail to follow Nell into the woods

I stretched, long and leisurely, before wandering off toward the cabin that butted up to the pasture we used for training The door was locked, soon the stairs of the cabin’s wide, wraparound porch

I eyed the little house, wishing I could get in there I had to pee, first of all, but I also loved snooping around Nell’s cabin It was full of a art, and it had this awesome kitchen I would kill to cook in It also smelled deliciously of lemon wax and cardamom, a combination of scents I’d coone off to do whatever it is gno off the stairs and started down the path that led toIt twirled, obligingly, around , harder this tih path beneath , for about the fifth time that month, whether Nell had a spell to make me less of a spaz

"I saw it and kneas for you Happy early Valentine’s Day!"

I held the T-shirt up to admire it as Iris’s honeydew voice washed over me That said, I had to tear my eyes from her, resplendent in an aquaolden skin and hair, to appreciate ray and silvery angelic wings etched on the back and a ss and a halo emblazoned on the front It was adorable and I loved it

"Thank you sooo otten her over the table

We were at the Trough, our local diner Many of Rockabill’s businesses had pig-related names in honor of our whirlpool, the Old Sohich was a tourist attraction as well as ood people of Rockabill, Iris was da down her natural ainst my carefully constructed shields And despite her efforts, the succubus’s effect on the other diners was very evident Everyone in the Trough was turned toward Iris, their own postures reflecting each of herthe path of the sun through the sky

She pawed aside the gift bag’s decorative tissue to find the first three books of my new favorite paranormal romance series They featured the antics of extraordinarily boinkable deht they were an entirely appropriate Valentine’s Day gift

"Ooo, covers," Iris cooed, stroking a French manicured nail over the lusciously muscular tattooed back of the first novel’s cover ree man" choice of cover, but these totally rose my biscuits They focused on the body and the tats--rather than the usually disappointing pretty-boy face that most covers sported--and I was happy to follow their lead

"I know" I grinned, partially happy that Iris liked ift but also happy that I could even have a conversation like this with her A few ether around an aroused incubus or succubus And they were always aroused But nohile I felt the waves of Iris’s sexual juju againstonan eyebrow at htly bizarre caveue in some of the sex scenes, but other than that, they are hot"

"Mently in that tradehed as Amy, our local nahual waitress, caet you fine ladies this evening?" she asked

"The usual," I said, which meant a lemonade and a tuna melt

"Can I have this?" Iris asked in her honeydew voice, holding up one of the novels I’d bought her so that Amy could see the cover

"Sorry, hot man is all out at the moment We have some corpulent taxi driver and a slice of crazy cat-lady left, but we ran out of hotadorably "Then I’ll have a Diet Coke and the chef’s salad Dressing on the side"