The demon was supposed to feed on my fear. Turns out, his mouth had other ideas.
Every hundred years, East Gloaming ties a virgin to a stake on Devil's Night. This year they picked the orphan with the big mouth, the bigger chest, and the Dolly Parton records, because nobody was going to miss me.
He's seven feet of horns, hormones, and red eyes. One lick of my hair, and he drags me into his temple to taste the rest of me.
He doesn't kill me. He feeds me. Bathes me. Snarls at a rock for being cold against my back. Calls me his good girl while he tells me exactly how he's going to keep me full until I'm round with his baby.
The problem? Nine brides came before me. None came home. One taste of my fear could wake the thing he's terrified he still is. And the second I break his curse, he won't need me anymore.
But I can't stop calling him Daddy. He can't stop his tail from doing things that are pretty damn addicting. And the Cupid bat on his ceiling has run out of patience with both of us.
I just have to say his name. Once. And pray I'm not the tenth bride who couldn't.
Author's Note: This Daddy comes with extra special body parts that are both tricks and treats. He never wanted little demons with the brides before her, but this curvy, sassy doll has him hell-bent on an heir. Expect fur, fire and a demon who deals with anyone who hurt her, one tooth and eyeball at a time. Safe, no cheating, over-the-top baby-making, and a happily ever after hotter than… well, you know.