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this. And I don’t have to trust you. I’ll be watching. So long as you get me inside, I’ll follow your lead.”
    Simon nodded slowly, his expression easing only slightly. Then he gave Alex a level stare. “The promise I extracted from you … don’t waiver.”
    Alex’s chest rose. “Don’t make it necessary.”
    The two men stood and embraced. Simon gave one more glance at the small falcon and then lifted his chin to point toward the door. “I have everything ready in the council chamber. Follow me.”
    Guntram followed closely on Simon’s heels, his heart beginning a steady thrum like a drumbeat. The journey had begun.
    As hours past, spent endlessly screwing with the Master, Gabriella came to the conclusion that some sort of magic had to be at work here. She wasn’t tired, but was never fully satisfied. Her lover only had to give her a glance with his strange, gold eyes and she was hot and wet for him. Her pussy burned, and even now her sex throbbed and moistened.
    The satin beneath her was still damp in spots. From the water that had streamed from their bodies when he’d brought them both here, and from the arousal and cum that kept her body well lubricated throughout the decadent afternoon.
    Her body felt only mildly sore. Odd, considering how explosive their matings had gotten. Demons, it seemed, trumped vampires for stamina.
    They’d just finished another frenzied coupling, and their bodies were coated with a thin sheen of sweat. They’d fallen apart, letting the air cool their skin. Staring into the mirror above the bed, she skimmed his body, noting the masculine sprawl of long, muscled limbs and the cock he stroked absently in his hand.
    His gaze met hers in the glass, and his lips curved.
    “When we aren’t with others,” she said, turning her face toward him. “What do I call you then?”
    His lips twitched. “Master.”
    Her nipples prickled. Did he insist because he was the Master of the Demons or because he knew of every one of her proclivities? “Don’t you have a name?”
    His hand roamed upward, scratching his belly. “Not one you would know.”
    “Try me.”
    “I am called Marduk,” he said, holding her gaze as though searching for a flicker of recognition.
    Something in her memory stirred. Maybe a story she’d heard long ago. “I’ve heard it. I don’t remember where. I’m sorry.”
    “I’m forgotten.” Something entered his voice, slipping beneath his grim expression, but it faded quickly before she could determine if it was anger or sadness. “Once I was viewed as a hero in your realm, not a demon. I fought a great battle alongside the Mesopotamians, and ever after, they worshipped me. They told stories about how I fought a great battle against evil creatures, then created the world from their remains. They built cities in my name and worshipped me as a god.”
    “Do you miss the adulation?”
    His lips twisted, and she could have sworn he looked a little embarrassed. “I miss walking among humans. But the attention went to my head. I began to believe it was my responsibility to save humankind. A friend, someone I admired, asked me to take his place here. I was never meant to stay so long.”
    “Did you leave behind many broken hearts?”
    His smile slipped. “One.”
    The silence stretched, and she knew he wouldn’t continue his story. “Don’t you want to know my name?”
    When his response was only an amused quirk of an eyebrow, she gritted her teeth in irritation. “I’m Gabriella,” she said evenly. “I thought you might like to have a name to assign to the woman in your bed now.”
    “Gabriella,” he repeated, so distinctly and softly the word felt like a caress.
    She cleared her throat, not wanting to fan the heat that flared so easily between them. “Is this hell?”
    “For some. But not necessarily the hell of Christians.”
    “I have to admit that so far, it’s not what I would have expected. That first place, the hall with the demons