The Devil You Know: An Urban Fantasy M/M Monster Romance

For a demon of lust, he’s surprisingly domestic.

Heaven on Earth. Tina was right. Except for my world to become paradise, a demon needed to cross over.

For an incubus, he’s incredibly possessive. He loves the way I taste when he affirms his ownership of my body and soul. I crave attention, and he’s happy to oblige. I want to be the center of his world, even if it borders on toxic. With time, our relationship might settle into something more healthy, but not today.
Today, I want him to crawl inside him and nest.

Lucifer gave his soul to save yours, and I understand why. Oh, I understand it completely, Jon.” His eyes are unwavering as he watches me. “Yours is a soul worth saving, and I’m glad he did.”

His love knows no bounds, and neither does mine. We are one.

The paramedics found me covered in blood, and yet entirely whole and alive. The actual wound wasn’t for all to see. For my soul had endured the worst of it, and I was alone—so alone—for the first time since I was seven-year-old.

“More,” Lucifer ordered.
I took another sip. Lucifer’s power tasted like a crisp early morning in winter, the sun filtering through the trees. It tasted like the feel of a summer rain on my skin, or the smoke from a great bonfire. It was salty like grief, sweet like longing, bitter like revenge, and refreshing like hope. It was overwhelming, confusing, empowering. I couldn’t make sense of it all.

He eats me out until I melt on the bed like a forgotten candle that burned for too long.

I still don’t know what this is—what we’re doing. He’s a creature from Hell, one of humanity’s sworn enemies, and I’m an exorcist. But being an exorcist never stopped me from getting attached to Lucifer. Maybe I was doomed to love the company of demons from the very start.

I was twenty-two on the day that I died.