The Immortal Tailor Read Online Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Myth/Mythology, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
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I do not feel so good. Damien walked a few feet, away from the smoke, and dropped the demon. Then his flaming pants. So…dizzy… He lay down beside the furball and tucked her into his armpit. She was wheezing and unconscious.

“Keep breathing. Don’t give up. I have someone who wants to meet you.” He rubbed the tiny demon’s ears.

“What took you so long?” Pet hovered over him.

He lifted his head and then dropped it with a whoosh of air. “You got out.”

“Of course. I’m not stupid enough to die in there.”

Fucking fairies.

“Hey, you don’t look so good,” she said.

He did not feel so great either. This love-sucking demon was draining his body. “Tell Sky to stay with the demon so we can pick her up later. We cannot lose her.” Damien knew he was about to pass out, and the fire department was on the way. They’d take him to the hospital. When he finally came to, who knew where the she-demon might be?

“Sky says you’re being dramatic and to get up. You need to leave before the cops get here. There’s work to be done, and they’ll slow you down with all their questions.”

Sky was right, but he needed to sleep. “I can’t…keep…my eyes…ope…”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Damien stretched between the crisp white sheets of his king-size bed, feeling sore and tired, but oddly refreshed. A warm, soft hand rested across his bare chest.

“Mmmm…you feel nice, my love.” He felt his cock thickening. Maybe he’d spread her legs and kiss her down south. He always loved the sound of her voice when he took her with his mouth. Afterwards, he’d slide his hard cock deep inside her slick canal and fuck her just the way she liked. Pull all the way out, leaving just the tip hovering on her entrance, and then thrust deep. Just thinking about it made him want to come.

The soft hand on his chest floated down his stomach and wrapped itself around his cock.

“No, don’t do that. I want to…” His words evaporated from his lips, and the stroking began. Yes, he was going to come. Right here in the sheets. “Mmmm… Fuck, that feels good. Do not stop.”

“Never,” she whispered.

He pushed his head back into the pillow, the familiar erotic sensation building deep in his balls. Oh gods. Yeah. He moved his hips in time with the strokes and then…

Hot cum exploded from the tip of his cock, sending his body into a state of ecstasy. He groaned as the release took him hard and made him forget his pain, his isolation, and his dreaded curse. He was free, floating above his body—even better than driving his Jeep with the top down on a spring morning.

So. Good…

After several long moments, his mind sank back to reality, leaving a smile on his face. “I think it’s your turn now,” he mumbled.

Wait. Who the hell am I talking to? Who the fuck was in his bed?

Damien jackknifed upright, eyes wide open. It was morning. In front of him was his private sitting area with the panoramic view of the city. He was in his bedroom.

How did I get here? He lifted the sheets. He was naked. And yes, he’d come. “What the hell?”

“Oh! You’re awake!” Pet appeared, hovering in his face.

“Did you just…” He narrowed his eyes. “I swear to gods, little fairy, I will obliterate you if you ever do that again.” Fucking sex fairies. No boundaries! “I do not require that sort of service from you or anyone.”

Pet crinkled her nose. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You were touching me while I slept!”

“Nope. I was in your closet playing with your underwear. They needed more holes.” She popped something in her mouth and chewed.

She was eating his boxers? “If it was not you, then who?” he growled.

Pet swiveled toward the foot of the bed. Her little eyes went wide, and then she spit out whatever she’d been eating. “Oh, Sky. That’s pretty dirty.” She snickered. “You’ll have to teach me that.”

Damien looked in the same direction. Nothing there. “Are you…are you speaking to Sky?” he asked Pet.

Pet nodded. “She said she just watched you jerk yourself off in your sleep. She thought it was hot.”

“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Both of you!” he yelled.

Pet shrugged. “Want me to leave Gorgonzolina?”

“Gorgon-what?”

“The demon you rescued.” Pet pointed to a lump under the covers at the bottom of his bed.

What the hell? Rule number one about love-sucking demons: don’t ever let them sleep in your bed. They drain your energy, and you wake up feeling ten times more tired.

Damien was pissed. And wet, too. “Everyone out. You, too, demon.” He was about to lose his shit.

Hilarious, tailor. You’re sixteen again and having wet dreams.

“Shut up.”

Damien got up, took a shower, and dressed in a pair of loose-fitting black slacks and a soft button-down blue shirt. The burns on his legs were almost healed, which was good, but the skin still felt raw. He pulled off the dirty sheets and threw them in the hamper in his closet. He’d deal with that later.



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