Being a demon isn't always fun. Being a demon summoned to a satanic ritual is downright miserable. Isaac Braden spends most of his time being a rich recluse but every so often he's introduced to someone new when he's summoned… a blood sacrifice. And tonight Jory Daniels has been chosen to be that sacrifice.
In a satanic ritual summoning gone bad, Isaac finds himself eternally bound to Jory. He has to have the man's blood in order to survive. But when Jory wants something in return, can Isaac submit enough to allow it or will his demon nature take over and cause him to lose the best thing that ever happened to him?
Previously published by Noble Romance Publishing
Isaac stared at the human hanging from the ceiling hook with a mixture of curiosity and remorse. There were times when he truly hated being a demon. This was definitely one of them.
Being summoned wasn't so bad. He'd been summoned hundreds of times over his long life. It was being summoned and forced to accept the blood sacrifice offered him that he hated so much.
And Isaac could tell from the man's naked form and the blood trailing down his chest, that the man was meant to be a blood sacrifice. He'd heard the summoning words and knew what was about to happen.
The guilt Isaac felt at what he would be forced to do to the unsuspecting man weighed heavily on him, like a pile of rocks in his gut. He had no recourse, no way of refusing. It was the nature of his kind.
Once summoned, if the words were spoken properly, Isaac would be forced to follow them until released to go back to his life. Unfortunately, the memories of what he did while being conjured didn't stay behind. He took every last damn one of them with him when he returned to his life.
As the spell directed, Isaac approached the three men hanging from the ceiling. He sniffed one, then the other, finally coming to stand in front of the man hanging in the middle.
This man intrigued him. His looks were pleasing to Isaac, even in his demon form. Long, muscular legs fell almost to the floor, a smooth gleaming chest that Isaac ached to touch, and a groin devoid of hair.
Isaac almost rolled his eyes at the sight of the man's hairless groin. He never understood why spell casters did that. They seemed to think demons preferred it that way. He didn't mind it personally, but it wasn't required to make the spell happen.
Isaac took a deep breath to calm his outrage at what he was being forced to do. He knew he needed to choose one of these men to be his blood sacrifice. His immediate choice would be the man in the middle. Isaac was most drawn to him.
He just didn't want to.
"Choose your blood sacrifice, O Mighty One."
Isaac turned his head slightly to the side and growled. "I know my duty, mortal. Do not think to command me before the bargain is done."
Isaac looked back at the three men hanging from the ceiling. All were gorgeous men. In any other circumstance, Isaac wouldn't have even thought about choosing one of the men. He would have chosen all three. That just wasn't an option at this point.
Just to be sure he made the right choice, Isaac leaned over and sniffed the men that hung on either side of the one he really wanted. One smelled of dirty breath, the other of rotting flesh. Neither suited his needs.
The one in the middle, however, smelled sweet, succulent. Isaac growled low in his throat as he sniffed at the man's neck. He grinned when he felt the man tremble as his breath blew out across his naked skin. Despite the situation they were in, the sexy man was not immune to Isaac. That helped.
I am sorry, little one, Isaac thought to himself as he made his decision. He leaned back and stared into the man's deep green eyes. I wish I could spare you this.