Holiday Cheer

Hellfire and Mistletoe Part 5

"...So you're telling me that you're the Prince of Hell, your father is the Devil called Lucifer, and you were born a fire demon. Not only that but I'm to be your mate for eternity." I sat drinking my second glass of truly spectacular wine. "Have I covered all the bases?"

Ryan nodded.

I looked for any sign that he might be playing with me, that this was all a big joke. But no such luck. Ryan looked as serious as a mortician. I finally waved bye-bye to the fleeting thought that this was a joke or hallucination.

"Are you on drugs?" I asked sternly, knowing that I needed to be sure that he wasn't influenced by any drug or something.

"No." Ryan looked confused.

"Intoxicated?"

"No."

"Knocked your head recently?"

"What? No!" Ryan looked as if he were about to laugh or cry.

"Past mental deficiencies?" I asked, ignoring his incredulous stare.

"No!"

"So this is real?"

"Yes!" Ryan sighed as he ran his fingers through his messy hair in exasperation. "This is completely real, precious."

"Well, this complicates things," I muttered to myself. Under stress I had the unfortunate tendency to think out loud and this situation was no exception. "Usually you don't find many people with such delusions, let alone end up falling for one. Unless this is all a silly fabrication of my mind due to lack of sex and chocolate. Yes, you wanted love and security but really? A demon?"

I got up and began to pace the room, going in circles around the tables and couches. I hopped over Ryan's long, leather clad legs at one point. I muttered jumbled phrases and mumbled a bit as I sorted through my thoughts.

I ignored the way Ryan followed me with his eyes, every movement was cataloged by him. Every swish of my dress, every step of my spiked black heels, every nibble on my gold painted fingernails, and every lick of my lips. The intense gaze both turned me on and unnerved me by how unwavering it was. Not only that but Ryan shifted in his seat every so often. I knew what I would find if I dared to look at his lap; and to preserve what was left of my sanity I avoided looking in his lap.

Making my seventh circuit of the room I stopped.

Why would I try to reason this out when there was a very simple way to get proof? I stomped my way over to Ryan, making sure to stay balanced on my heels. Ryan perked up when I stopped daringly between his legs.

I planted a hand on one hip, "Prove it. Prove to me that all you've said is true."

"You want proof?"

I nodded, "Yes. I want proof that what you're saying is real."

Ryan chewed on his lips for a couple of seconds before he nodded and stood. "Will you promise not to run or scream?"

"Why?" I arched a brow, if this was real I was sure I wasn't going to run or scream; I would be very possibly frozen in shock if this was all real.

"Running or screaming would trigger my demon's instincts and you being my mate," Ryan blushed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Uh, well, we would want to complete the mating that would bind you to us for eternity."

I stared. "You mean you'd bite me like a vampire? Or werewolf?"

"Not exactly." Now I was sure, Ryan was turning red; it amazed me that he was capable of blushing.