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Authors: R. G. Alexander

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“Calm down, Ume. It’s just my phone.” Julie chuckled, pulling her cell phone out of her pocket with one hand, reaching over to turn on Ume’s computer with the other. “Hello?”

Ume looked up as Julie’s fingers grasped her wrist and held on tight. Her face had gone dangerously pale.

“Who is it?” Ume mouthed, momentarily distracted from the hum of her laptop booting up.

“Wolf,” Julie mouthed back. Out loud she said, “Yes. I remember you,
Liam
. May I ask, how did you get this number?”

Ume started to smile. It was
him
. The man Julie had such a huge crush on. The one she’d regretted walking away from. He obviously hadn’t forgotten her either, if Julie’s blush was anything to go by.

The computer in her lap was making a strange repetitive dinging sound, and she looked down. It was a dialogue box from the game. The game that shouldn’t have turned on automatically.

You have been given a new quest to find the Demon King’s lair. Do you accept Y/N?

Oh, shit. Her hand started shaking. She slid her fingers over the mouse, comforted by the feel of Julie’s fingers, tight as they were, around her wrist. She clicked on the
X
to close the box without answering, deciding she would uninstall the game and reboot, just to be safe.

The question dissolved and a new box appeared.

I’ll take that as a yes.

A shock of energy pulsed from the mouse pad to Ume’s fingertips and up her arm. She heard Julie’s cry of surprise mingling with her own as an electric current passed through her body, charging the air around them. Before Ume blacked out she could have sworn she heard a wolf howl in pain.

A wolf?

She never should have turned her computer back on.

Demons weren’t known for their patience. Two days of waiting had nearly destroyed all traces of Saint’s humanity. She’d left him no avenue. No phone, no computer, no television signal to reach her. He wanted to go to her, to show up on her doorstep and demand an explanation for her abrupt departure from his arms. He wanted to tear down the world to get to her. A dangerous feeling for someone like him, because he could actually do it.

But she didn’t know who or what he was. And her
hoshi no tama
, her talisman, still protected her. She had to give in to him willingly.

He’d done some research on her during the last forty-eight hours. Enough to know she wasn’t his Trojan horse, not sent by a jealous demon brother or rival. But she might be his downfall all the same.

Her mother’s family was from a small village in Japan near a forest that was a known dwelling of the
kitsune
, the fox-fire spirits that roamed that land. Like fairies these
kitsune
were—some mischievous, some protective, all of them old and powerful in their magic. Magic that had touched Ume somehow.

He was sure it was no coincidence that she’d created her avatar in their image. She must have heard the stories too. But even her knowledge of them could put her in danger, because a
kitsune
had the kind of power any demon would covet.

Any demon but Saint, of course. He had enough magic. He just wanted her. And that want was a madness that grew with every hour spent away from her. He didn’t care to think about what it meant. Thomas and Liam had acted the same way, but they were animals. They had an instinct to mate. Demons weren’t wolves. They lusted, but mating was never a part of the equation. So what was his excuse?

He’d need to get closer to her to know if there was anything unusual in her blood. Needed to taste her. It was as good an excuse as any.

Fuck, he’d never gotten to taste her. But he’d been inside her. He’d felt her pussy close around his cock and grip him so sweetly he’d nearly died from it.

How was that possible? He’d planned to make
her
feel his touch, to give
her
pleasure. He never expected to experience that kind of intensity in return. That wasn’t how this worked. It had never been how it worked. But it had happened. And now he couldn’t think of anything else.

He was losing control of the situation, which was why he’d had to formulate his plan. A full-proof plan. A work of genius. A plan he could implement as soon as she got online. And as soon as everyone and their brother stopped calling him.

First it had been Liam. He was in San Francisco, he’d said, and outside of Julie’s house, but she wasn’t at home.

“So why are you calling me when you should be calling her?”

He could hear Liam gnashing his teeth, and he laughed. “Trust me. Surprises are good, but most women like a little warning. Sneaking up on her in the state you’re in will only scare her away. A little phone foreplay never hurt anyone.”

Foreplay. Or cyber sex. Fuck, Ume had been wild. He’d hoped she would be. Now that he knew the passionate creature that lived inside her, he wanted to find out how far she was willing to go. How she felt about being tied up. Being spanked. She obviously liked role-playing. Would she enjoy playing innocent soul to his lecherous demon? Being fucked in the as—

Beep.

“Shit, Liam, I have to go. Mac is on the other line. Just take a few deep breaths and call the girl. And don’t tell her you’re standing outside her house, you’ll sound like a rabid dog. Or a stalker. Good luck.”

Click
. “Hey, Mac. Done brooding?”

Mac laughed. “Just about. I wanted to make sure the penthouse was still intact.”

“Aw, you were worried about me. You can say it. Don’t be. I’m being a good demon and playing with all my toys inside.”

Saint could hear the sound of the ocean in the background, and he knew without asking that Mac was back near his ancestral home, roaming the shores of the North Sea by moonlight. “Coming back anytime soon?”

“Soon enough. Are you okay, Saint?”

Damn vampires and that empathy bullshit. Psychotherapists of the supernatural. No wonder he was so damn moody all the time. “It’s rainbows and bunnies all the time here at Casa de Devil. I’m fiddling with your taxes, helping Liam wrangle his mate, stuff like that. Oh, and I’m planning on kidnapping a woman into my game and defiling her in some fairly kinky ways as soon as she gets back online. So I’m fine. Busy, but fine.”

Mac sputtered. “You’re planning on what?”

“Not so worried about your taxes then?” Saint’s smile disappeared as soon as he felt it. She was on. She’d connected. He didn’t have much time. As scared as she’d been the other night, he was honestly surprised she hadn’t taken longer. Fucking grateful, but surprised.

“Sorry. No time to explain. Gotta go.”

He hung up on Mac and focused. This would take a powerful pull, a large amount of energy from him, but from what he’d seen she should be able to respond in kind. He was giddy, a word he would have laid money on never using. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. In
his
world. Where he had total control.

He got comfortable, and set his mind free, sending it streaming into the warrior he’d named Sinner once more, determined to play the scenario out. Ume wouldn’t be able to turn him off now.

When the transfer was complete, Saint shook his head,
Sinner’s
head, before turning to find his playmate. He’d sent them to a beautiful, if remote part of the game. Somewhere they could be alone for the moment, without other players getting in the way.

She’d be stunned, sure. Vulnerable. She’d need his help, his guidance. And hopefully some of his more obvious charms. Saint grinned.

That is, until he saw what the cyber tide had dragged in along with her.

“Liam?” Saint lowered his voice, his eyes narrowing on the two, still unconscious females. “What happened? What are you doing here?”

The broad-shouldered giant of a shifter ran a hand through his sandy brown hair and grimaced. “Hell if I know, Saint. Where are we?” He looked down at his body and his jaw dropped. “And why am I naked?”

Saint rolled his eyes. “You aren’t naked. It’s called a loincloth. The game automatically gave you an outfit that fit your character. Shifters usually wear as little as possible, in case they need to turn furry in battle. Saves on wear and tear.” He knelt beside the girls and shook his head. Julie Wu and Liam? “I didn’t call either of you here. Just Ume. I think my wires are crossed, man, I really do.”

“You called her? Here? That’s Julie’s cousin, right? The one you wanted me to find out more about?” Liam looked around, an expression of wonder crossing his rugged features. “I’m in a friggin’ video game? I didn’t know you could do this. Say, when this is over, my little brother is a huge fan of Hal—”

Saint was standing with his hand over Liam’s mouth before he could blink. “They’ll come to any second. Your mate and my…experiment. I need you to focus. First, you don’t know me. Got it? I’m just another character in the game. Second, tell me
exactly
what you were doing before you showed up here.”

Liam was mumbling. Fuck. Saint took his hand off the shifter’s mouth.

“I called her. On the phone. Like you told me to. It was bloody awkward if you want to know the truth. Before she could tell me she was getting an unlisted number and calling the cops I heard two women screaming, felt a shock like a lightning bolt through the damn earpiece you gave me and whammo, here I am.”

He didn’t check. How could he not have checked? What was this woman doing to his mind? Saint hadn’t even thought to make sure she was alone before sending out his signal.

Julie must have touched her. There had to be a conduit between them for something like this to happen. Not to mention a damn strong surge of power from Ume. Maybe she did have
kitsune
blood after all.

Saint shook his head. “No time.” Bending back down to Julie, he touched her forehead, inserting the right coding so she wouldn’t recognize him. He looked over his shoulder at Liam, whose teeth were bared warningly. “Just a little insurance. Don’t worry, Fang, old boy, we can still get your girl. In fact, this might be the perfect place for both of us to get exactly what we want.”

It wasn’t what he’d intended. But there was no going back now. He had Ume exactly where he wanted her. Along with her cousin and a mate-hungry wolf.

A few minor hiccups for a demon in lust.

Chapter Four

“There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.”

“There’s snow face in Rome? You’re babbling, Ume. That doesn’t make any sense.”

Ume shook her head at her cousin. Here they were, in the middle of nowhere, sitting by a campfire across from a giant nudist and the warrior from her cyber-fling, and Julie was being cute.

The men were talking quietly amongst themselves, both of them eyeing her and her cousin with expressions that made Ume feel distinctly like a rack of tasty lamb.

It made her tails twitch.

“Julie, it may have escaped your attention…but I have a tail. Three in fact.”

Julie covered her mouth to hide her smile. “I noticed that. I also noticed other, um, prominent features that I don’t remember you having.”

Ume groaned, looking down. When she’d created her avatar, she’d modeled it after herself, as much as she could. But when it was time to choose a body type, she couldn’t resist. It had been a game after all. An anonymous, fun game. Now she’d gone from A cup to the perky prow of a ship in one, insane leap.

She buried her head in her hands. “Don’t you get it, Jules? We’re in the game. In. The. Game.”

It was true. She recognized everything, even though it no longer looked computer generated. The luminescent flowers at her feet that she knew flew around the glade like fairies every morning. The large and small moons, glowing red and gold in the sky. The eerie, whispering sound the trees made, like trapped souls or children laughing. It looked rich and vibrant. Real. Terrifying.

“It’s happened. I’ve gone crazy.” She looked up with a gasp. “Or I’ve had an aneurysm. Maybe I’m dead. I’m not ready to be dead yet, Jules. I’m really not.”

Julie knelt in the dirt, huffing in exasperation as she pushed the long, flowing princess skirt she was wearing out of the way. “Listen to me, Ume. You need to calm down. You aren’t dead. And if you’re crazy, then so am I. Something happened that we can’t explain yet.” She pursed her lips. “But after the big guy and I have a talk, I’ll have more information.”

“The big guy?”

Julie nodded. “Liam. He’s the cameraman from the show I was telling you about. He’s here too. That can’t be a coincidence. He was on the phone with me when this happened. I have a feeling Saint has something to do with our current situation, and I bet Liam knows exactly what’s going on.” She hesitated. “I’m not sure who the other guy is.”

“Sinner,” Ume shrugged helplessly at Julie’s confused expression. “The warrior from the other day.”

“The one you…?”

“Yep.”

After a speaking glance, Julie stood up as gracefully as she could and raised her voice. “I need some water to boil if I’m going to make us something to eat.” She pointed to the giant nudist, and Ume’s eyes bulged. “Take me to the nearest stream or brook or whatever.”

Liam leapt to his feet as though poked with a cattle prod, the flush on his cheeks and fever-bright eyes making Ume nervous. She tugged on Julie’s skirt and whispered, “Don’t leave me. We’re safer together.”

Julie pulled away and squared her shoulders. “I’ll be fine, Liam would never hurt me. You’ll be fine too. At least you have a sword. Just don’t move until I get back, okay?”

Ume nodded and pulled the blanket she’d been given closer around her, as though it could protect her. She watched her tiny cousin disappear with the behemoth and marveled. Julie was usually so shy. Apparently all she needed was a crisis of epic magnitude and a pink frilly dress to find her inner Amazon. Ume on the other hand had never felt so lost.

“I found you.”

The warrior’s voice pulled her out of her own thoughts with a jolt. He was even sexier in person, damn him. And real. How was this possible? How many times was she going to ask that question before she started irritating herself? “What?”

The warrior tilted his head, his dark hair falling across his eyes. “I’ve been looking for you for days. You left so quickly.”

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