Page 27 of Demons Dig Donuts

Mr. Heiss shivered.

Pleasurably.

His face softened, his dark purple forked tongue flicked out over his lips, and the twinkle in his flaming eyes grew.

Oh, now they were getting somewhere.

That was the look of a man who was down to fuck.

Sex was a tool, first and foremost, and Indy would wield it however he could to protect himself and see this nightmare through to the end. He had to keep his secret and not let Mr. Heiss find out how close to death he already was. He had to ride this out—this being Mr. Heiss and probably multiple times—until he could talk to Gammy.

There had to be some kind of spell she knew to heal him. It hadn’t mattered before since he had signed his deal with Mr. Kalt, but now it was a matter of life or death.

Quite literally.

“Well?” Indy prompted. “Does it mean something or not?”

“Perhaps.” Mr. Heiss shifted and spread his legs, glancing around warily. “Where is your leshy? I didn’t see him.”

“Perhaps I forgot where I put him,” Indy teased, mocking the deep tone of Mr. Heiss’s voice. He slid his foot up Mr. Heiss’s inner thigh, but his progress halted when something curled around his ankle.

A vine? Rope? No, a tail.

Definitely hadn’t seen that when he’d scoped out Mr. Heiss’s ass.

“Do you always desire to be as difficult as possible?” Mr. Heiss drawled.

“I have many desires. We should discuss them in detail and, spoiler alert, they end with your cock in my—ah!”

Mr. Heiss pulled Indy forward using the grip of his tail on Indy’s ankle.

Indy slid right over, water splashing up over the side of the tub from the sudden movement. His legs were caught up around Mr. Heiss’s hips, and he grabbed at the demon’s broad chest to brace himself. He was all but in his lap now, though Indy’s butt remained on the bottom of the tub.

“Listen carefully, little flesh bag,” Mr. Heiss warned. “Stop being cute and answer my questions.”

“Impossible, obviously. Hello?” Indy waved around his face. “Do you see all of this? It’s perfect, I know. And no, I’m not answering shit until you answer some of mine.” He smirked. “You can’t hurt me. Not unless you want a really angry pickle all up in your face again.”

It was a gamble to threaten Mr. Heiss with Dill’s wrath when Indy had no idea where the hell Dill had fucked off to, but it was a risk he was willing to take.

Plus, this was actually pretty hot.

Indy’s groin was pressed right up against the groove of Mr. Heiss’s hip, and the tiniest shift allowed him to slot his cock right next to Mr. Heiss’s.

It was thick.

Long.

And…

Oh.

Pierced.

Indy couldn’t quite tell the nature of the jewelry he felt, but there was a lot of it. He was dying to touch and see what was going on down there, but he had to be patient. He needed Mr. Heiss to think he was in charge if this was going to work, so Indy couldn’t be too forward.

Well, more forward than he already was.

Honestly, after the whole mess of kidnapping, the slaughter at the warehouse, and what Indy would overall consider to be a really shitty day, an orgasm sounded pretty damn good. Yes, there was some irony in said orgasm being supplied by the asshole who was responsible for the really shitty day, but Indy had no problem taking what he needed from wherever or whomever he could get it.