Chapter 6

They held each other, panting in the aftermath.

Eventually Justin said drowsily, “I might’ve scratched you…” and eyed a claw, and winced. Most of the demon appearance retracted, leaving behind a hint of restless hair, inhuman eyes, utterly ruined and flaking-away nail polish. “Um. Sorry.”

Kris inspected a bicep. “Nah, you didn’t. Not much.” Pink, but no broken skin.

Justin made a face. “Still. Tell me if it’s too weird.”

“I like you like this.”

“Kinky. Kris Starr’s into sex with demons.”

“Kris Starr’s into sex with you.” Kris bumped their noses together. “What was it you said about things that’re natural?”

“That was a joke about—”

“Yeah, yeah, got it, thank you. But you are, too.” He nuzzled Justin again. “This. You. Being what you are.”

“Oh,” Justin said. “I love you.” His eyes were very wide, pleated in shades of garnet and cinnamon sugar, and happy.