Me and My Shadow - Katie MacAlister [56]
“I knew one day you would admit that you wanted me,” Magoth said, still pressing slobbery kisses onto my knuckles. “You’ve made me the happiest demon lord on earth. Take me, my adorably evil one. Take me like a two-bit gigolo! Ride me like a rented mule! Bitch slap me as you’ve never bitch slapped before! Only with your tail, because you know how much I love that.”
“I believe that will be enough,” Drake said, taking charge of the situation.
Magoth glared over his shoulder at the wyvern. “Who are you?”
“Drake Vireo, wyvern of the green dragons, and the owner of this house. I am also a friend to Gabriel, and I can assure you he would not appreciate you wiping your lips all over his mate’s hands.”
Magoth got to his feet, still holding my hand, tossing his head and leveling Drake a look that had intimidated many a minion over the centuries. “She is my consort. I have the right to put my lips wherever I like on her, dragon.”
“No, you don’t,” I said, finally managing to get my hand free from his grip. I shoved him none too gently aside. “You divorced me several weeks ago.”
He donned a sultry pout. “I didn’t mean it. I was angry. Besides, it takes more to divorce a consort than simply saying you want to divorce her.”
“Such as?” I asked.
“Death,” Nora said.
Aisling nodded. “Banishment works, too, although that’s trickier to pull off, since technically the banishee is still alive.”
“There is also a repudiation ceremony,” Nora continued as she eyed Magoth. He gave her a quick leer, then snatched up my hand again, rubbing my knuckles in a way that made my teeth grind. “But as that requires the sacrifices of fifteen virgin souls, it’s not often done.”
“Aisling did it with chickens one time,” Jim piped up.
I stared at her in surprise.
“Bael didn’t specify who the souls had to belong to,” Aisling said with a nonchalant gesture. “I thought roast chickens were ideal because they were an answer to his demands, and dinner, all in one.”
“It’s a dessert topping! It’s a floor wax!” Jim said. “It’s the answer to all your demon lord problems!”
“No more Saturday Night Live reruns for you,” Aisling told it firmly.
“So what you’re saying is that I’m stuck with him?” I asked Nora.
“What is going on over here? Who is this dark and compelling man who wears the tight breeches?” Catalina demanded to know as she and Kaawa came over to join the fun. She eyed Magoth as if he were a piece of candy being offered to her.
He didn’t so much as throw a glance her way.
“This is Magoth, my . . . er . . . for lack of a better word, boss,” I said, introducing her. “Magoth, this lady is Drake’s mother, doña Catalina de Elférez.”
“I have no interest in other women now that you have shown your true colors to me, my dark and deadly one,” Magoth murmured as he sucked my knuckles.
I tried to wrench my hand free. He just dug his fingers in harder, sending me a smoldering look.
“He smells like the demons,” Catalina said, strolling around behind him to get a look at the rear view. “He has magnificent buttocks, though.”
Magoth stopped sucking my knuckle to turn and look at her.
She ogled his pants for a moment. “Very tight breeches. I like tight breeches.”
“Mother,” Drake said, with a look on his face that spoke volumes.
“Do not mind him,” Catalina said, her eyes half-shut as she gave Magoth a come-hither look. “He does not like to think of his mama having lovers. But I am different. You remind me a bit of my husband. Drake, does he not look like your accursed father?”
“No,” Drake said adamantly at the same time Magoth pounced on a word I knew he would enjoy.
“Accursed?” he asked, giving Catalina a return ogle. “You have the unmistakable aura of one who truly understands the needs and desires that all demon lords feel. Tell me, my Spanish beauty, how do you feel about restraints with regards to lovemaking?”
“They are most necessary,” she said with a little shrug. “How would you be able to torment your partner if he could stop you?”
Magoth dropped my hand and all but shimmied over to her, pressing his lips to her palm. “I like how