I flinch as I'm jostled awake by Kieran's truck pulling to a stop in an unfamiliar neighborhood.

What? Where are we?

I groan as I stretch and look around. We're parked outside a small run-down gray apartment building. At one time, it might have been a big family home, but it's since been renovated into multiple small apartments, each with its own outside entrance. I always doze off in the car—I guess I'm a narcolepsy cliché in that sense—but I expected to wake up at home. Suddenly being here beside some sketchy apartments I've never seen has thrown me for a loop.

"It's fine, babe, go back to sleep," Kieran says with a soft lull. "I'll be two minutes."

"Wha-... wherraare we?" I barely managed to mumble out the words, my tongue still clearly in the process of waking up, but I seem to be just coherent enough for Kieran to reply.

"Sorry, I really didn't expect you to wake up. I'm just picking up some stuff."

I can't help but notice he explicitly didn't answer my question.

Why is he being weird?

I straighten my spine and meet his gaze.

"Where are we?" I ask again.

"This is uh... my place," he murmurs. It's almost like he doesn't want me to hear him.

"Wait... How is it that I've known you for this long and I've never been inside your house?"

"You mean, besides me having to basically move in with you so your asshole ex doesn't try to kidnap or kill you?" He shoots me a teasing smirk.

"Well... okay, fair point."

"Trust me, you're not missing out on anything."

"I'll be the judge of that. I'm coming with you."

"No..." The word rushes from him like it had been waiting at his lips. "...really. It's boring. You stay in the car. There's no sense in wasting the energy."

He unbuckles his seatbelt and has a leg out the door before he finishes his sentence.

"Kieran," I say, narrowing my eyes. "Are you trying to stop me from seeing your apartment? Do you have some kind of secret in there?"

I'm betting on a bathtub filled with porn.

"No secrets. It's just boring, that's all. Unless you have a fetish for popcorn ceilings and early-seventies wallpaper."

"Well, I'm still coming with you," I say, hopping out of the car before he can object further.

"Okay, if you insist."

He walks forward in tentative half-steps, like he really doesn't want to go inside.

"Do you have some secret live-in lover I need to know about?" I say it with a laugh, but there's a small pang of uncertainty in my question.

You don't, right?

He snorts, like the suggestion couldn't be more ridiculous to him. He shakes his head as he reaches the door and turns his key in the lock.

"Yeah, but I forgot to feed and water him this whole time, so he's probably just a shriveled husk in the corner."

The door creaks as it opens and we step inside. I can see just enough with the light from the street lamps to see a short and relatively bare entry hallway. Kieran hits a light switch, but nothing happens.

"Fuuucck..." he curses, throwing his head back on his shoulders. "I completely forgot."

"No power?" I ask.

"Yeah I was late on a couple bills and... well I've been with you at your place. I totally didn't think about it until now."

He opens a nearby closet and rummages around for a moment, reemerging with a lantern in hand. He turns it on and it floods the hall with warm light.

"I swear I pay my bills," he says with an exasperated huff. "I went to England with Zane for a bit and I fucked up the payments and they sent me a notice and I was gonna fix it but then I started staying over an-"

"Hey," I interject, stepping closer and pressing my palm to his chest. "It's not a big deal. Why are you acting so weird?"

His eyes snap to my hand then slowly draw back up to meet mine. He pulls his lower lip between his lips and sighs.

"My apartment is trash, okay?"

"What?" I ask, tilting my head.

"I'm embarrassed, okay? I'm not completely broke, but I've been saving all my money to buy the bar... and now my fucking power is out and I don't want you to think..."

His eyes pinch shut and he swipes a hand across his brow.

"You think I care if you have money?"

"Yeah. No. Shit, I don't know. We went out with Zane and Ava and he owns this fancy-fuck restaurant and house and shit and I figure you probably think all nonhumans are loaded. I'm supposed to be the Demon King but I don't have shit. TJ is working on trying to get Asmodeus's property transferred to me but it's a whole thing a-"

"Kieran." I wrap my arms around his waist and he tilts his head down toward me. "I don't care about how much money you have."

"You don't?" I see a hint of a smile in his expression.

"No. And I didn't assume you were rich or whatever."

"You didn't?"

"I mean... I've seen your truck," I tease.

He erupts in laughter and shakes his head. His hand slips around my hips and pinches my butt.

"You take that back, Red." His gaze has turned equal parts playful and sexual.

"Nope!" I say, slipping away and grabbing the lantern from his hands. "I'm here for a tour of your trash apartment."

I take the lantern into the next room. It's a very basic bachelor pad living room—minimal furniture, off-white walls, and a nondescript futon couch opposite a decent-sized tv.

"Does it live up to the hype?" he asks, shrugging with his hands stuffed in the front pockets of his jeans.

"I expected more... I dunno... Kieran-y-ness."

Besides a few framed photos of friends, there aren't many personal touches.

"What exactly would that mean? Giant portrait of me on a throne? Sex dungeon? One of those fountains with a baby peeing but instead of water it's vodka?"

I can't help but snort-laugh at that.

"Bathtub full of porn was my first thought," I say, setting the lantern on a side table.

Kieran's arms slip around my waist and he tugs me back against his hard chest.

"Of course you went there first," he says, chuckling softly and kissing my neck. "Dirty girl."

"I still haven't seen proof it doesn't exist."

He laughs and walks over to grab the lantern off the table.

"Then let's finish the tour," he says with a smirk. He steps into the next doorway and gestures for me to follow.

The next room is a small bedroom with a closet and what looks like a bathroom.

"So this is where the magic happens?" I tease.

"If by magic, you mean where I would fuck my hand because an evil redhead gives me perpetual blue balls, then yeah..." He wiggles his eyebrows. "It got real fucking magical up in here."

"Ah, so a lot of earthquakes happening in this neighborhood then?" He narrows his eyes and pokes his tongue into his cheek.

"Actually, that only happens with you. I'm pretty sure it's just the Empath thing, just like my powers making everyone horny."

"Wait, what?"

"Well you know how if I'm not wearing this..." He pulls the amulet out from beneath his shirt. "...when things get hot and heavy between us, it affects everyone around us?"

"Yeah..."

"Finn thinks it's because I don't have full control over the power to begin with and your presence magnifies it."

"Oh."

"And I asked TJ about the earthquakes and he said it never happened to Asmodeus. So I'm thinking the common factor is you."

I don't even know what to make of that information.

"So Asmodeus probably had the power but he just didn't have sex with me?"

"Aagghh," he groans and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Could have done without that visual, Doll. Thanks for that."

"Happy to help." I giggle and peek into the bathroom.

It's small and seems to have just a shower, no bath.

"Disappointed?" he asks.

"A little. I was curious what kind of porn the Demon King of Lust would keep in his collection."

He chuckles and starts walking back to the living room, so I follow him and the light.

He puts the lantern down on the TV console and pulls open one of its drawers. It's full of DVDs.

"Well here ya go, babe," he says with a smirk.

"Are those all porn??"

"No." He laughs and shakes his head before pointing to one row of them. "Just these."

I kneel down on the floor to read the titles.

"Debbie Does Dallas?" I read aloud.

"That's a classic. I had that baby on VHS back in the day, but I upgraded eventually."

"Working Stiff. Bi Bi Birdie. Oh my god, Strip Poke Her: Ace in the Hole... really?"

"I enjoy a good pun," he says with a laugh.

"Busty Mud Wrestling 6... but not 1 through 5?" I tease.

"Well, 6 was when they really hit their stride."

"Really?"

"No." He laughs. "I don't take my porn that seriously. I think it was in the clearance bin."

"So you don't have a mud wrestling fetish?"

"Sure I do. We all have our fetishes."

"Then what's mine?" I ask.

A sly smirk stretches across his face and I immediately regret asking the question.

"I can think of at least one..."

"Is that so?"

"Give me one minute." He slips back into the bedroom and closes the door behind him. With Kieran, I never really know what to expect, other than it will probably be a good time.

I hear some soft rustling in the other room followed by what sounds like a parachute unfurling mid-air. After a few seconds, the door opens and Kieran walks back out wearing just his black jeans and... oh damn.

The low light from the lantern outlines every line of his exquisite body, from the ridges of his defined abdomen to his tattooed chest and the stunning black wings that have sprouted from his back. He's in his full demon form—complete with dark horns that curl back around his head and a pointed tail flicking behind him.

My jaw drops and Kieran laughs. Whatever I imagined in my dreams, this is a million times better. His long black hair falls in a messy shag across his shoulders. His wings are massive and otherworldly—featherless and leathery in texture, their shape both bat-like and bird-like yet not quite either. Where they bend at the top, there's a sharp-looking talon of sorts. He's dark and menacing and hotter than anything I've ever seen.

"What do you think? Did I guess your fetish?" he says with a knowing smile.

"Maybe," I mumble. I can't help but continue to stare as he approaches.

He brings his hands to my hips and gives them a tight squeeze before tugging my body to his. His head dips into the curve of my neck and he kisses my skin up to my ear.

"You want to be fucked by the devil, baby?" he hums softly.

My mind—like my legs—has turned to jelly. All I can do is moan in response.

He sweeps me up by my thighs and slots his hips between them. My skirt bunches up and he pins me against the wall like I weigh nothing at all. I often forget he's not human before he does things like that, but right now it's impossible to ignore: I'm having sex with a demon.

And I definitely, definitely have a demon fetish.

He draws his tongue across the seam of my lips, then gives me a rough kiss and presses his body into mine. My legs tighten around his waist and I feel something brush my ankle.

Oh. Tail. Right. Yeah this is normal.

He pulls back with a smirk. His eyes are blackened to the edges and his expression is positively wicked. He pries my legs from around him and slides me down the wall until my feet hit the ground. His hand slides between my legs and rests his palm over my center. Even though he's not moving, the sensation combined with the visual is almost overwhelming.

"You're fucking soaking, babygirl." He starts rubbing slowly back and forth and leans to whisper into my ear. "Is it better than it was in your dream?"

"I- ah... uh... fuck."

I can't think. All I can do is feel and want.

"Is that a yes?" he asks with a chuckle.

"Mmm hmmm."

"Let's see if we can do even better then." He pulls back slightly with a mischievous smile. "Let me show you what it's like to have the devil on his knees for you."

He drops to his knees in front of me and my jaw goes slack. My skirt is still bunched up with my panties on full display. He takes them in both hands and rips them with a quick snap, then dives between my thighs. He drags his tongue slowly up my center and I suck in a harsh gasp. The feeling of his cool tongue writhing against my core has me immediately on edge and I find myself clawing at the wall for support to keep my legs from collapsing beneath me.

With a quick tug of my calves, he hooks my knees over his shoulders so that all my weight shifts onto him. The rough ridges of his horns rasp against my inner thigh and I moan. He laps at my core, sending electric shocks across my skin with each stroke.

My hands grasp for something to hold to keep me upright, but Kieran grabs them and pulls them toward his head. He takes them both and wraps them around his horns tight. He growls against me and the vibration pushes me just over the edge. And it feels just like that—free-falling. It's all I can do to hold on as a toe-curling orgasm wracks through me faster than I've ever experienced.

In my haze, Kieran manages to lift me up and set me down on the couch. I blink as he hovers over me. His wings fold slightly and raise behind him and he's fucking beautiful.

"So I take that as a yes?" he asks with a grin.

"Yes to what?"

"Way better than you dreamed it?"

"Hmm... I dunno. You are supposed to be the King of Lust after all. Is that all you got?"

His jaw drops and he sticks his tongue in his cheek.

"Oh so it's like that, huh?" The devious look in his eyes lets me know that I'm in big trouble.

"Yep," I say, popping the 'p'.

"That's it, I'm spanking that smart ass of yours, Red," he teases, grabbing me to flip me over. I manage to slip out from under him. I giggle as I scamper over to the entry hallway, but I quickly realize I have no way out. I turn around and he instantly slams me against the wall, one hand on my hip and the other wrapped around my neck. He's being perfectly gentle, but I'm intensely aware that he's a very dangerous creature... and I think I like it.

"Now you're gonna say I've been a bad girl and you're gonna fuck the hell out of me or something like that?"

"No, baby," he says with a smile, his pitch-black eyes looking sinister. "I'm fucking the hell into you tonight."

He unzips his fly, tugs his pants down, and pulls out his cock. He gives it a few strokes and licks his lips.

"Get on your hands and knees."

My brain has officially left the building, so I just follow his command, lowering myself to the carpet with my rear sticking out in front of him. His hand hits my ass with a sharp thwack and I bite back a moan.

"Tell me the truth, baby. Am I better than your dreams?"

"Hmm..." I tease.

I yelp as he smacks my ass again, pushing my palms deeper into the carpet.

"You wanna try that again?" he asks. Before I can respond, I feel him slide a finger inside me and I let loose a moan that absolutely gives me away. "That sure sounded like a yes to me."

He slides his finger in and out a few times slowly before I can't take it anymore.

"Yes, yes, fuck yes. Just fuck me, please, fuck."

But he just keeps up the same torturous pace and chuckles.

"Yes, what, Doll?"

"Yes whatever you want me to say."

"Tell me I'm so much better than your dreams," he says.

"You're so much better than the dreams!" I say frantically. He speeds up slightly and I find myself backing up into him.

"Tell me you love my cock. That you need it."

"Fuck I love your cock, I need it!" I shout.

Immediately, Kieran's finger is replaced with his cock and the fullness is amazing. I'm desperate, backing against him as his hips snap against my thighs.

"Good girl," he coos into my ear, reaching around my waist to massage my clit with his hand. He starts to vibrate his fingers against me and I feel his tail thrashing around our legs. I don't know why, but I reach back and grab it. "Mmpphhh fuck."

Kieran's reaction urges me on, so I stroke it toward the tip. His movements become uneven and wild, bucking and moaning in time with my own orgasm. It's relatively dark in the hall but I can see sparkles in my vision as the ground shakes beneath us.

He collapses on top of me and we both lay on the carpet for a moment, breathing hard and coming down from our highs.

"Well fuck, that was new," he says with a mumble.

I reply with a contented hum.

There's a knock at the front door just behind us and we both freeze.

"Kieran!" a voice calls. It sounds like an older lady.

"Not a good time, Mrs. Lewis," Kieran shouts.

"I got a package for you this morning."

"Leave it at the door."

"We've had package thieves around here, I don't want to leave it out."

"Give me a minute."

Kieran groans and laughs before pulling out and grabbing his pants. He slips them on and his body morphs until his wings, horns, and tail have disappeared. I stand up and tug my dress down. He huffs and cracks the door open just enough that she can't see anything but him.

"Made me wait long enough out here," she says.

"Well, Mrs. Lewis maybe next time come around when I'm not balls deep in my girlfriend." I hear the woman gasp and say nothing for a moment. I'm pretty sure Kieran just scandalized this old lady.

"Here it is," she says, her voice relatively quiet. "They insisted someone sign for it but I told them you're hardly ever around these days."

"Thanks, Mrs. L." He closes the door with a padded manila envelope in hand. I follow as he heads back into the living room and tears the envelope open. "She's nice but she's a nosy ol' bat. I kinda like freaking her out sometimes."

I laugh and shake my head. He pulls out what looks like a piece of card stock and a few polaroids.

"What is that?" I ask.

He stares at the photos in his hand for a moment and looks and me with a look of panic I've never seen before.

"It's from Vic," he says, his voice low and shaky. "He... he has my sister."

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A/N: FYI since a lot of you have asked lately, Demon King updates every Tuesday! Thanks for all the comments, votes, and reads! You're all awesome!