All Chapters of Daddy's little agent: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The split second it should have taken to split into my true form is all they need.They all jump in for their pound of flesh. Gray has an unusual battle high IQ. He jumps in front of me before one of the generals can touch me.He snarls at them, without switching to his true form. This is his way of standing with me. Win pounces in with a war cry, he also doesn’t switch.I have never felt a rush of gratitude as I do now towards them.I wish I could say I don’t want to hurt the demons under me, but I’m a demon myself. My compassion well is low, left only for my friends and the human I love.The prongs of my pitch fork catches the horns of a general that pledged their loyalty to me, she must have had her only two fingers crossed when she did that.I drag the pitch fork above my head, lifting her with it, twirling it, my wrist work with the familiar movement, and I thrust it in the direction of another general running straight for me, picking them up like skewered meat before flinging th

My stomach squeezes on itself when Shadow Remy picks me up and slides into the ground. Like I seeped through the dirt and without having the time to process it, I’d popped up in front of what some old, really large building.I don’t know how the atoms of my body disintegrated, and rearranged itself so I was able to pass through the ground, and frankly, I don’t want to think about it.The hounds run ahead of me, and I follow suit, thinking back to the sounds the shadow let out.Oh god, please be okay.I’m not sure what exactly to expect when I round the corner, but whatever it is, it has nothing to do with the scene in front of me.Demons. A lot of them.Is this gate to Hell or something? Tails, horns, snarls, talons, and so much sulphur. The temperature here is no joke. It feels like I’m standing in a furnace. My eyes sweep around, taking in the scene.Win and the bloody lady are holding their own against a bunch of demons, and–Fuck.Shit.I’m not sure how I missed it in the first p

My whole being is tight with all sorts of feeling. Relief, love, so much relief. I’m so happy I didn’t die. I’m even more grateful Remy is in one piece. I cling to his body for the longest time, just crying out my emotions.He rubs my back in soothing circles, forcing me to hang on to him. His grip on me is tight too. It’s a relief to know I’m not the only one feeling this way.I’m not sure how long we stand there, just clinging to each other. We pull apart, and Remy presses his lips on my forehead, my eyes fluttering shut in alignment with the hope fluttering around in my belly again. By some form of agreement, Win, dripping in blood, and lacking his usual manic energy, Lyneria, who looked similar to Win, covers the distance between us. Once they reach us, Remy’s shadow from the overhead sun spreads. Like crawling water.And we start seeping into it.Gray, who’s still laying on the floor seeps in first. I do a sweep of the abandoned space, there’s splatters of blood everywhere. It lo

Remy Templeton could have been speaking Spanish for all I cared. His tongue strokes my insides, muffling any response my desire melted mind could have thought up.“Ou.” I gasp, throat tight as his tongue works me open for him.He eats me out open mouthed, slathering my hole with his hot saliva, making me drip, clenching around his tongue and air when he slips his tongue out of me.“Fuck, yes, just like that.” I whisper, rocking my hips into his open mouth. His tongue trails a line only he can see, rolling up and down my crease, poking my pucker.I thrash about, garbled moans falling from my mouth.While his mouth administers his wicked ministrations, he has one of his hands cupping my balls, squeezing, teasing, the other hand molds my thigh hard enough to bruise. My eyes rolls to the back of my head at the rush of pleasure.A choked cry escapes my lungs when he presses the flat of his tongue against my rim and wriggles it around, dragging it, sopping me up.“Please, fuck me now.” I cr

We spend the whole day sleeping in, and the rest of the week in bed. From the occasional sounds from the other rooms, Danny and Law had similar ideas. I’m still reeling from the fact that Remy said he loves me.Sometimes I catch him watching me with a soft expression from time to time. I blush furiously under his gaze, but hold my chin up, enjoying the feeling of thousands of butterflies using my stomach as their playground.“What are you looking at?” We are laying in bed, surviving off food we gathered from the kitchen before the guys took all of it– from the way Danny cussed at us, I knew they were the last to take food.Our limbs are tangled from yet another, slow, mind numbing sex.“You,”“Yeah, you know what I look like, we’re supposed to be watching a movie.” I tell him, pointing at the movie on the screen. We’ve rested lots, he’s even glowing, and I’m certain the trauma of nearly dying is the last thing on my mind.He picks my hand and presses his lips to the back of my hand.