Demonic and Deserted (Eternally Yours Book 4) by Tara West Page B

friends call me Li.” She cupped her lush breasts, pinching her nipples into perfect peaks.
    She was trying to tempt me, and damn her, it was working. Already the aching need in my dick was starting to overpower the throbbing in my leg. “You’re a siren,” I said through a hiss. 
    She batted thick lashes before licking the tips of her fingers and swirling the moisture around her nipples. “Why, yes.”
    “Leave me,” I bellowed in a voice so deep and hoarse, it took me by surprise. 
    “Why?” she gasped before nodding toward my leg. “You need help. Let me take away your pain.”
    I jutted a finger to the door behind us. “I said go!” I covered my ears before she could say another word. I scooted back against the headboard when her eyes turned fiery red, as if revealing the demonic fires within her soul.
    She let out a bird-like screech, the sound so grating, I feared my eardrums would break. Then she disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
    Well, shit. I had the sickening feeling that wasn’t going to be my last encounter with a siren, and I hoped my willpower would continue to hold up.
    * * *
    Ash MacLeod
    I woke up to find Monkey Hitler humping my leg. I repeat: Monkey Hitler was humping my leg. I turned on the lamp, grabbed the nudie magazine off the nightstand, and swatted the horny little dictator. “Nein, Hitler! Bad, bad monkey!”
    Much to my horror, I think the naughty Nazi got off on the torture, because he humped me harder. I had to swat him several times and kick my leg before he let go, rolling off my mattress and falling to the floor with a thump and a squeal. 
    I leaned over the side of the bed, scowling. “What the hell, Hitler?” 
    I shrieked when he pointed a furry finger at a wet spot on my knee. Ewww! He’d left a puddle of monkey splooge on the comforter. I bared my teeth, suddenly struck with the urge to bite a hole through his head.
    He scrambled to his feet, his moustache twitching, and pulled his lips back in a satisfied smile. He howled and pounded his chest before scurrying away.
    I kicked all the blankets to the floor and lay back with a groan. As if hell couldn’t have sucked any worse, add getting my leg violated by a freaky Fuhrer to the list of horrific memories that needed to be suppressed. I had to find a way out of this hotel. Surely I’d go insane if I had to put up with an eternity of humping Hitlers.
    I jumped up on the mattress, balling my hands when Hitler ran back on all fours.
    He shrieked and pointed to the door. “You must go help friend. Friend missing leg and won’t let sirens touch him.”
    My knees nearly buckled beneath me. “Missing a leg?” I grabbed a lamp off the side table, preparing to smash it over Hitler’s head. “What did you do to my fiancé?!”
    He shook his head, peeling his lips back in a feral growl. “No fiancé. Soldier named Sanchez.”
    I dropped the lamp and climbed off the bed. “Santiago is here?”
    Oh, no, the Devil had tricked my friends, too. But how was it he was missing half a leg when his old war wound had been healed? Then my hands flew to that frizzy mop on my head. My hair had reverted back to being a Brillo pad, making me look like my dead self after I’d been electrocuted. The same thing must have happened to Santiago.
    Dear God in heaven! He must be in excruciating pain.
    “Take me to him,” I said, glaring down at the evil primate, “and this better not be a trick,” I added with a growl. Though, honestly, what could I have done if it had been a trick, other than kick the monkey’s teeth in and pray I didn’t lose my toes in the process?

Chapter Six
    A n ugly bull-human creature was standing outside my door, along with an albino cat-woman, one of the sluts who’d been flirting with Aedan. I wasn’t as bothered by the steam pouring out of the bull’s wide nostrils, or the spear he carried over his shoulder, as much as the demonic gleam in the cat-woman’s pale eyes as she stroked the shaft of a poker