Teaseday – Claimed by a Demon King (Eternal Mates Paranormal Romance Series Book 2) – Excerpt

Today’s tease comes from the book Claimed by a Demon King, which is the second book in my popular Eternal Mates romance series. Read on for this Tuesday’s tease…

Sable left her room, went to the next one and opened the door. Olivia shrieked. Loren bit out a few nasty-sounding words in the elf language.

Sable covered her eyes and scrubbed the image of Loren playing tonsil tennis with Olivia while mostly naked from her mind.

“Sorry,” she muttered to the wooden floorboards. “Are you decent yet?”

“Knock next time,” Olivia snapped.

“In my defence, you’ve been alone for all of three minutes. I didn’t think you could make the leap from room orientation to sex in three minutes!” Rabbits. No. They were worse than bunnies. If Sable took her eyes off them for five seconds, they were kissing like teenagers.

Loren continued to growl dark-sounding things. She presumed they weren’t complimentary and were about her because he was firmly sticking to his own language. He still refused to share knowledge of the elf language with Archangel and she supposed she could understand his reluctance. No one other than the elves could understand or speak it. It was probably handy being able to speak a language your enemy couldn’t.

“Decent?” Sable asked in a small voice, fearing the elf prince was going to start directing more than insults at her.

“Yes,” Olivia answered and Sable came out from behind her hand.

Their love-nest looked much like her room, but with the layout reversed, so the bed was to her left and the fireplace to her right. She looked at the dressing table near the fireplace and idly said, “You don’t have a mirror.”

“You have a mirror?” Olivia looked as if Sable had just announced she had cable and a fifty-inch home cinema system.

Sable shrugged.

“Well… now we know for certain who the king’s favourite is.”

She glared daggers at her friend, and then at Loren when his sensual lips tugged into a teasing smile.

“Ha-ha. Drop it already.” Sable closed the door behind her and waited for them to look a little more serious before she continued. She decided she was going to have to wait a while.

Loren wrapped his arms around Olivia and stroked her cheek, smiling down into her eyes, looking like a lovesick fool for her friend. Olivia looked just as ridiculously sappy as she gazed up at her prince and rose on her tiptoes. Sable shifted her focus to the fireplace before she caught another eyeful of them locking lips.

Her chest ached and she ignored it.

It grew impossible when Olivia whispered sweet things to Loren and Sable found herself envying her friend.

Again.

Maybe she should have taken the time to try on a relationship for size. It did look sort of nice sometimes. Loren fussed over Olivia and Olivia did the same to him. They always had each other’s backs too. And she had never seen her friend so happy.

She scratched her neck and stared into the fire, listening to their murmured conversation and the demons stomping down the hall outside the door. They didn’t keep their voices low. Whatever they were discussing, it had them excited. Were they talking about the feast?

Sable closed her eyes and focused on her natural gift to sense non-humans. Their signatures came back strongly, far stronger than she had ever experienced. She could feel their excitement and the buzz running through the castle. It seeped into her as if it was her own, stirring her blood and sending a tremble of anticipation through her. She reached further, pushing herself, stretching down to the next level, seeking one strong heartbeat amidst the cacophony.

“Sable?” Olivia said, drawing her away from her pursuit of Thorne and back to the room. “You okay?”

Sable nodded. “Just fine tuning.”

Concern warmed Olivia’s dark brown eyes. Before her friend could go doctor on her and start asking about whether her gift was bothering her or if she had any problems with it, Sable smiled and shrugged it off.

More male voices boomed in the hallway. Talking about the feast? She had tried to learn a little of the demon tongue from Bleu but it was tricky. All she had mastered was how to greet someone depending on their status in your opinion, which mostly boiled down to various levels of insults.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Olivia asked and Sable nodded again.

“Just thinking about tonight.” Before Olivia could leap in with some ridiculous mention of Thorne, Sable added, “This whole feast thing has me a little jittery. I guess first times are always like that.”

“I have to admit, I haven’t a clue what to expect.” Olivia smiled at her and swept her wavy chestnut hair from her face, hooking it behind her ears. It was strange seeing Olivia in jeans and a black baby-doll t-shirt. She was so used to seeing her friend in her white coat with her hair pinned in a bun, looking all neat and authoritative.

Loren pulled some clothes out of thin air and Sable was never getting used to that. He could teleport whatever belonged to him from anywhere in the world, both this one and her one. He held the long elegant black jacket up and the rich elaborately detailed purple embroidery shone in the firelight.

“You are wondering what food they eat,” he said in passing and picked some fluff off the jacket before laying it down over the back of one of the armchairs and pulling a pair of trousers out of the air.

Sable gaped. “Do you read minds now?”

“No, but it was on both of your faces.” Loren flicked her a smile and he was charming.

Were there any ugly elves in their world? All of the ones she had met were beautiful, when their temper was in check.

When they slipped into a rage, it was a whole different matter.

She had caught Bleu in a very painful place a few times during their sparring and he always turned on her, his eyes flashing bright purple and his pointed ears flattening against the sides of his head as he hissed at her, exposing large sharp fangs.

“Demons prefer meats, but I am certain there will also be vegetables and perhaps other foods on offer, such as berries and cheeses.” He paused to lay his trousers down over his jacket and his black eyebrows drew down above his crystal violet eyes. “Although, I do recommend avoiding the cheeses. Many of the animals they milk are not the same as the ones mortals would choose.”

Sable didn’t want to ask, not even to assuage her curiosity.

Loren pulled an elegant long dark purple dress out of the air and Sable could no longer hide her worry about the feast.

“Is there a dress code for tonight?” She looked at the beautiful gown and then Loren’s fine clothing resting over the chair.

She hadn’t brought anything for this sort of situation and she doubted her team had either. All of her clothes were fit for battle and nothing else. Even if she had known in advance about the feast, it wouldn’t have helped. She didn’t own anything as fine as the dress Loren held. She didn’t own a dress period.

“I really don’t want to offend Thorne,” she ignored the teasing look Olivia slid her way, “but I know all of my team brought only battle clothes with them.”

“That will not be a problem.” Loren laid the dress down on top of his clothing and turned to her. “You represent your team so only you will be seated at the main table with the other commanding officers. Thorne will not mind if your subordinates are dressed plainly.”

In other words, he would mind if she was.

Sable refused to panic about this. “Maybe there’s a demon female I can borrow a dress from.”

“That won’t be possible,” Olivia said, snatching her focus. “There are no demon females.”

She gasped. “Who were those women then?”

“Witches… a vampire or two. I believe there was even a shifter amongst them,” Loren replied and Sable’s gaze darted back to him.

“Demons don’t have females?” How had she not known that?

“No,” Olivia said for him and why hadn’t her friend told her about this? “The Devil put some sort of curse on seven demon species when they seized these lands to make their own realms… I guess he was pissed because he wiped out all the women and made it so the men would have to seek out their fated one. Now, demons can only mate with their fated females. The kicker is that most of them are mortal… and demons stick out like sore thumbs in our world.”

Mortal.

Sable’s pulse kicked up a notch. “How do they know their female?”

“They dream of her after meeting her.” Loren’s smile turned wicked and she didn’t like the glint in his eyes.

Cold slithered through her even as her cheeks began to heat.

“You’re talking… naughty… dreams.” Could she sound any more innocent and nervous?

He nodded. “Very, very naughty.”

“Loren,” Olivia chided and crossed the room to him. Sable thanked her for backing her up until her friend turned to her, forming an allied front with Loren, her smile just as wicked as his was. “You’re not having naughty dreams of Thorne are you, Sable?”

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Claimed by a Demon King
Felicity Heaton
The moment the demon King Thorne of the Third Realm set eyes on the mortal huntress Sable, he knew she was his fated one. The fiery, dangerous female awakened hungers he had never experienced before, a dark craving and passion that has consumed him in their time apart. As the lunar cycle wanes, she enters his world again and nothing will stand in the way of him claiming his forever with her—not the relentless assault from the Fifth Realm or the dark elf male determined to seduce her out of his grasp.

Intent on achieving the coveted position of commander at Archangel, Sable leads her small team into the dark underworld and the Third Realm, to a war where her allies are the very creatures she normally hunts—vampires, werewolves, and demons. Her eagerness to lead the deadly mission has everything to do with winning her promotion, and nothing to do with the kingdom’s brash, lethally seductive demon king—a king who stirred fierce desire and wildfire heat in her with just a look and an innocent touch when they first met, and has been in her wicked dreams ever since.

As the gathering storm between rivals unleashes irresistible passion that flares white-hot and the heat of the battle brings life-shattering realisations, can Sable place her duty before her heart? Or will she surrender to her deepest desires and be claimed by a demon king?

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If you haven’t had a chance to read any of the books in the Eternal Mates romance series yet, they’re all available at major ebook retailers and in paperback, and you can find the links and samples of the books at my website:

Kissed by a Dark Prince (Eternal Mates Romance Series #1)
Claimed by a Demon King (Eternal Mates Romance Series #2)