Katy
A giggle escapes me. “You’re right. It wouldn’t be very romantic if you told me there was a woman you wanted dead,” Sky smiles, and I inhale sticky air into my lungs. Knowing he is the damn demon king changes a couple of things. “If you’re the demon king, are you the most powerful of demons?”
Sky shakes his head. “No, I’m powerful, but this body—” he gestures at him. “I’m thirty years old, and usually, it takes centuries for a demon to grow powerful. This time, however, things are a bit different.”
“How so?”
“I’m an incubus—s*x makes me stronger, and I’m also a werewolf—being mated and spending time with my mate is another thing that makes me stronger. I don’t think any other demon that is my age is this powerful.”
He said the word powerful. Why does that make me shiver? I rake h
