Elemental Demons 3
[Erotic Alternative Fantasy Paranormal Romance, M/M, HEA]
Detective Jackson Aniston was pulled into a world he never knew existed kicking and screaming. Demons were real, and one of them swore they were mates. No matter how handsome or intriguing the Djini warrior was, Jack wasn't gay. It could never happen, no matter how many times Clagh kissed him.
Clagh had spent hundreds of years doing his duty to Jinnistan and his people. When his fellow warriors found their mates, he began to hope he would be granted the same gift. His Demonas Amaté was a welcome surprise. Now, if he could just get the handsome detective to see that they belonged together.
The threat to Jinnistan is greater than ever. The Shayatin are coming out in greater numbers, attacking indiscriminately. It's up to Clagh and Jack to find a connection between the rogue demons and a lethal new drug on the streets of both worlds before time run out.
"So, these tornado things," Jack Aniston said as he watched the two men sitting across the room from him, especially the one that was twirling a mini tornado around in the palm of his hand. That shit was just freaky. "Once you were claimed by Storym you could create them?"
"Yep." Nick twirled his finger, and the mini tornado began to swirl faster.
Jack's forehead creased as he frowned. "How?"
"Got me." Nick shrugged. "It's just something I can do, just like Gabe here can create fireballs."
Jack's eyes widened when Gabe created a fireball in the palm of his hand. He ducked down, the fireball barely missing his head as it sailed past him. He immediately turned and glared at Gabe. Jack rolled his eyes when he heard Nick snicker. He was getting really tired of being a target.
"Better watch it, Gabe," Nick said, "Tehmper is still pretty pissed at you for the holes in the study wall. It took the carpenters two weeks to fix them all."
Gabe pouted. "Well, he shouldn't have told me I couldn't keep my sword then, should he?"
"What are you going to do with a sword?" Nick asked. "It's not like you can return to the surface to fight."
Gabe rolled his eyes. "As we have all recently discovered, fighting is not restricted to the surface world, and I refuse to be locked up in a padded cell."
He needed a padded cell because he was insane. Jack was pretty sure they all were.
"True. I wouldn't mind the training so much if Storym didn't have a panic attack every time I stubbed my toe. Do you know how embarrassing that is? I mean, seriously, we train with all of the other demons, and he totally freaks out if one of them goes a little tough on me. They're all afraid to train with me."
"Be lucky you get to train," Gabe said. "Tehmper and I are still discussing it."
"Talk to him about it while you're giving him a blow job," Nick said. "He'll never be able to say no with his dick in your mouth."
"Eeewww," Jack groaned. "TMI, guys."
"Oh please." Nick snickered. "I've seen you eyeing Clagh's package more than once, and if I'm not mistaken, someone had swollen lips when they left the study the other night."
Jack's face flushed, and he quickly glanced away. "I don't know what you're talking about." Oh god, he couldn't believe someone had seen him. So, he had let the demon kiss him. So, the fuck what?
It was just one kiss.
"Right," Nick snorted.
"I don't do men," Jack insisted for what must have been the millionth time since arriving in Jinnistan. He was not gay!
"Yes, but do you do demons?"
Jack suddenly laughed even though he felt his face flush yet again. "Maybe."
It wasn't exactly that he did demons and not men. He was just curious. Clagh was damn nice to look at—well, if he was going to be looking, and Jack wasn't admitting to anything—but damn, all those bulging muscles? They were hot.
Nick tilted his head back and grinned over at Gabe. "That just leaves Brayan."
"Brayan?" Gabe looked confused. "What about him?"
"Well, we've all moved back into the clan compound, except for Brayan. With the three of us here, we need to move Brayan here as well. He's one of us."
Gabe shook his head. "You heard him as well as I did. He doesn't want to move out of the palace."
"No." Nick shook his head. "He's afraid of moving out of the palace. Big difference."
"Why do you think that is?"
"A hundred reasons, I'm sure, but the most important one is that he's ashamed of the scars on his body. He needs to be here with us where we can teach him that he has nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, Zayne is here, and what better way for Brayan to come back to the land of the living than with his demon by his side."
Jack glanced up from listening to the conversation between Nick and Gabe when he saw a figure pause in the doorway. Storym, Nick's demon, held a finger up to his lips when he saw Jack looking at him. Jack smirked and glanced away.
"Plotting again, Demonas Amaté?"
Jack snickered when Nick jumped at the sound of his boyfriend's voice. Well, boyfriend, partner, mate—something like that. Jack still hadn't quite figured that part out. The tornado in Nick's hand got away from him when he lost concentration and flew across the room to smash into the bookcase. Books crashed to the floor with a loud thud.
Nick just sat there for a moment and stared. Jack started laughing at the stunned look on Nick's face, and then Gabe joined in until their laughter filled the silence in the room.
Storym grinned, which was actually a good look on the demon. He was usually so serious. "You need more practice, Demonas Amaté."
"Practice?" Nick chuckled as he turned to look longingly at the demon lounging against the archway. "I like practice."
Jack rolled his eyes as Nick jumped up and practically ran out of the room with Storym quickly giving chase. He had absolutely no delusions about where the two men were off too. It seemed every time he turned around Nick and Storym or Gabe and Tehmper were running off to have sex.
Gods, he could practically smell it. The pheromones and scent of sex that hung in the air in almost every damn room in the huge clan compound was overwhelming. Jack had jacked off so many times he was afraid of getting carpal tunnel.
"Well," Gabe said as he stood, "that was fun. I'm going to go find Tehmper."
Jack blinked and watched Gabe hightail it out of the study. He groaned and dropped his head back against the couch once the room was empty, closing his eyes. This was ridiculous. He just needed to go home and find his little black book, and then everything would be fine.
He could think of several women he could call for a night of fun between the sheets, no strings attached. There was…uh…well, she had brown hair. Brown hair and long legs. Brown hair, long legs, and muscles that went—Jack's eyes snapped open as he realized just what long legged brunette he was thinking about.
He rubbed the heels of his hands over his eyeballs, trying to dislodge the image. He so did not need to be thinking about that damn demon when he was horny. He did not do men…or demons.
"You are well, Demonas Amaté?"
Jack gulped and glanced toward the doorway, trying to remind himself that he did not do men or demons, no matter how fucking gorgeous they were. "I'm good, Clagh."
"Would you care to join me?" Clagh asked with a hopeful look on his face. "I am on my way down to the city center and you have not had time to see much of my world. I would be honored to show it to you."
Jack's boredom overrode his common sense. That was the only explanation for him nodding his head. He knew he had no business being around Clagh, especially considering that Clagh thought Jack was his Demonas Amaté.
Oh yeah, there was that whole kissing thing, too.