Page 10 of Knight’s Salvation

He didn’t like to be touched. Ever.

He heard Rocco’s low moan when they stopped in front of the demon. This close even Zenon could feel the change in the air. It was alive with energy, and going by the Ron Jeremy sized bulge in the front of Roc’s jeans, it was definitely having an effect on the guy. Zenon felt nothing but a light tingling across his scalp. That was it.

The demon was relaxed back against the cushions, a human on her knees between his thighs, sucking him hungrily. Another female pressed into his side, her skirt up around her hips, his fingers buried inside her.

Zenon remembered him. He’d come through the hell’s gate last solstice, begging for sanctuary.

“I don’t usually do dudes,” Roc muttered beside him. “But right now I’m having a hard time deciding whether to kill him or fuck him.”

The demon’s eyes flew open at Rocco’s words. “I’d prefer the latter if it’s all the same to you. I’m a lover not a fighter.” He smiled up at them, his fingers still pumping languidly between the female’s legs. The head bobbing in his lap had increased in pace and was just plain distracting.

Roc shuffled forward a little, so his groin made contact with the edge of the table, and groaned. Jesus. This demon wasn’t holding anything back. Zenon slammed a hand against Rocco’s chest and forced him back a step.

“Right, sorry.” Roc had the decency to look embarrassed and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I need out of here, Zen.”

Out of patience and not in the mood for small talk—which was good, because the job he did for the knights didn’t require him to speak at all—he stepped over the bodies on the floor, grabbed the perverted little fucker by the front of his shirt, then shaking off the humans attached to him, started for the door.

Rocco followed, and when they hit the street, he smacked the demon in the back of the head. “Put your dick away, asshole. Nobody wants to see that.”

The demon turned his smug smile toward Roc. “That wasn’t what you said two minutes ago.” But he did as he was told and tucked himself back in his jeans. His smile vanished when Rocco shoved him against the alley wall.

The demon blinked repeatedly. “Wait. What’s going on?”

“You break the rules, you pay the price.”

“But…I’ve been given sanctuary.”

“Yeah, dipshit, you were. But we still get to kill you if you breach the conditions set down by Chaos and Silas.”

His panicked gaze darted over Rocco’s shoulder to Zenon. Zen shook his head. If he was looking for sympathy, he was looking at the wrong knight.

“But…” He floundered and stuttered for several seconds. “But I just went in for a drink. What did I do wrong?”

Rocco shoved him harder into the unforgiving brick. “Are you serious? The entire club was one mass orgy. You used your sex hormone juju on those humans to get off. Not okay.”

“I didn’t think…”

“What part of don’t use your powers on humans did you not understand?”

His eyes widened. “I’m sorry. I…” Then his forehead scrunched as Rocco’s words registered. “Never?”

Rocco shook his head. “Not even while you jack off, asshole.”

“Okay, all right. It won’t happen again. I swear.”

The guy looked stricken. Zenon almost believed him. Rocco stepped back and looked over his shoulder. “Let me call Chaos, see what he wants us to do with this guy.”

Zenon would rather kill him and be done with it. He needed to kill something. And sex demons were nothing but filthy pieces of shit that preyed on the weak and vulnerable. He’d left his Li Kweis, the twin fighting axes he usually fought with, at the compound since they tended to attract attention, but he always carried a knife. He slipped the blade from the side of his boot in anticipation of Chaos’s order.

Rocco murmured into his phone for a few seconds then slid it back in his pocket. He glanced up at Zen and shook his head. “He wants us to bring him in.”

The demon sagged against the wall, and Zenon growled in frustration. “What for?”

The other male shrugged. “Guess we’ll find out when we get there.”