This isn't your typical paranormal/fantasy demon based romance...
In this world there is a thin line between a God and a demon. In fact, Lucifer himself recruited seven former Greek Gods as his own Dominion. Each leading a Dominion over each of t...
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I woke up with a smile on my face and a Demon/Púca wrapped around my body. I wasn't a flop as a Succubus. I was able to nail every last ability in the book that Taehyung gave me. True, the way I used the Dream Walking ability wasn't textbook, but I wasn't about to do something awful to Jungkook while we slept. I mean I could have sent him a more provocative kind of dream, but due to the fact that my period started during the hours of my seclusion last night the last thing I wanted to think about right now was sex.
Shit! I mentally exclaimed as I started to struggle with my current confinement. It was difficult to pull myself out of both the blanket burrito and the arms of my Demon/Púca mate. I managed by tickling the shifter's ribs. I would have continued tickling him more, solely due to the fact that the way he wiggled trying to escape my fingers was a silly sight to behold, unfortunately I had to attend to the feminine issue I was currently having. As I was slamming the door to the bathroom, due to my current grievance with Mother Nature and my immediate panic because he was a second away from fully waking up and would have seen my eyes unveiled, I heard Jungkook ask in concern. "Ever, are you okay?"
I concentrated on placing the glamour over my eyes immediately before shouting back that I was fine. I felt Jimin's presence in my mind for a moment, and I knew that Jungkook must have called out to him telepathically in concern.
A huge cramp hits me, and I can't keep myself from making a whimper/groan-like sound. God, I hope that wasn't loud. I really don't want Jungkook to break down the door and rush in here thinking that my noises of pain are something more concerning than they are. Granted on the pain threshold from one to ten I would simply say they just fucking sucked in general, screw the number system.
I look over at the oversized tub. I really wish I had my bath bombs. I grabbed a box of my tampons, but I totally forgot my pamper kit. They were probably crumbling apart since it's been years since I had an apartment with a tub though. If I had extra funds after paying my monthly rent and bills I would sometimes, in a blue moon, get a hotel room for day one through three of my period. I usually still went to work, but there were some months where there was no way I was getting the fuck out of bed. Luckily my boss was both understanding and a woman, she often let it slide so it wouldn't count as against me.
I frown as something occurs to me. I'm supernatural. A Fae and a Demon. Why the fuck do I have to deal with this shit every month like a human would?!?!? I wanted to blame my Demon Physiology, but it was more likely my Fae Physiology that was to blame.
I sigh as I exit the bathroom. I'm not really completely surprised to find more than just a Demon/Púca mate waiting for me. I groan and throw myself in bed beside him. "Pet, I know you are hurting. What can I get for you?" Hoseok asks from his place by the door.
