My bladder is what woke me. Looking around the room I was in, I knew I was in the guy’s room. I was laying on a queen-sized bed with fluffy white sheets. I needed to take stock of my body so I started with moving my head. Okay, my neck wasn’t broken, even if it did feel way too stiff. I slowly lifted my top half off the bed so that I could swing my legs over to hang off the bed. Someone had changed my clothes because I was currently wearing my pajama shorts with penguins on them and the shirt that matched. Wiggling my toes to make sure they worked, I stood up. Other than the spinning in my head and the stiffness of my body, I felt fine. Which meant something extremely odd had happened to me or that I had been sleeping for a really long time.

Using the bed for support I made my way to the bathroom. I thought that it was kinda odd that none of the guys where here with me. No matter, if I didn't make it to the bathroom quickly I was going to add a puddle on the floor. Pushing open the doors, I reached over to turn on the lights and froze as I caught my reflection in the mirror.

“WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK?” I screamed out to no one in particular. I couldn't even really process what I was seeing. My once beautiful black hair was now a light shade of blonde and my eyes were pale blue. Where were my freckles that I always complained about? I looked like someone had filtered my face and now it was flawless. Leaning as close to the mirror as I could, I wasn't able to even find my tiny scar that I used to have right above my eye where I had fallen in the bathtub when I was a toddler. My bladder did not care that I had just made all these startling discoveries, so I had to pause from my shock to take care of it. Sitting down I looked at my legs, they were also flawless. I had tons of tiny scars that used to run up and down my legs. Now poof! Gone. It also looked like they were smaller too.

I decided to get undressed so I could see all of the changes before I had a full-blown meltdown, because it was coming. I could feel myself starting the downward spiral towards a panic attack. Once I was finally in the buff, I just stared at myself in the mirror. More toned, flawless skin, and if we are being honest here, I would even say my breasts look perkier. Yup. Time to freak the fuck out.

I heard the door open behind me, but I was still too ensnared by my reflection to give a shit who it was or care that they were going to see me naked. As I was hyperventilating, I saw Ethane freeze for a second to look at me. I could almost swear that his eyes glazed over before he made it to my face. I guess when he saw the look I was wearing he decided to jump into action because the next thing I know I am pulled away from the mirror and into his warm body. I clutched him like I was afraid if I let go my world would fall apart. That's when I felt the moisture that was falling down my face.

“You know you want him.” I heard inside my head. Jumping back startled, I took a second to answer back. Looked like I had lost my damn mind. Where did that voice came from? Not seeing anything, my only thought was it must have come from my own mind.

“Thats a given, but what the fuck are you?” I thought, hoping nothing would respond as Ethane just stared at me like he was waiting for me to break the silence that had descended since I moved away from his embrace. Despite freaking out, I did notice that he was attempting to look me in the eyes and not the rest of me. Points for him. After a minute of not hearing anything, I decided it was time to dress. I didn’t particularly want to have this conversation in the nude, especially around four men I was attracted to. My hormones might be stupid but I could still think straight. I hoped.

“ Um. I think I should get dressed. I am going to try not to freak out. But it's not everyday you wake up and find out that some weird mojo has went down and your entire body is different.” I said kind of going into a rant by the end. Hopefully he was okay with it and understood why I was not up for explaining my emotions at the moment not knowing what was wrong with me to begin with.

“I’ll be right outside the door.” He said looking me up and down once more like he was trying to commit everything he was seeing into his memory. He shut the door on his way out. So, he could not resist looking one more time. If I was in his place, looking at one of them, not sure I would have resisted either. So, I let him keep the earlier brownie points.

As I started getting dressed I heard “I am your demon.” Once again I looked around to see if there was someone in here with me. What the hell was going on?

“My demon? You’re in my head? What the fuck is going on?” I thought again to the voice inside my head. It was official. I had turned into a mental patient and needed to be locked up. A demon did not kill me but my mind was going to by imagining I had a demon in my head. Geez. The men weren’t going to want me after this new aspect of my sterling personality. Hell, I didn’t like it either.

Stop the pity party. You are smarter than that, especially now that I am a part of you. Surely you can tell that something is different. When you made the deal with Caino I became your demon instead of his. You are now a demon, and I am your demon essence if you will. That's the easiest way to explain it, but you are now stuck with me just as I am stuck with you.” The voice replied back to me and left me stunned.

A demon. I am a fucking demon. No way, they don't exist. What does this mean? Am I evil now? I slowly fell down the rabbit hole of questions as I laid down in the fetal position. I didn't know how much more that I could take. So I just laid there thinking of all the things I needed to know and depression kicked in. I couldn't be a demon. I mean, I was no model citizen, but I wasn't evil. I hunted the evil. Oh my gosh, if Paraoffice found out they would hunt me down. I could feel myself starting to panic. I may be tough as nails but damn it I deserve to freak out. I had a fucking demon inside me. What would the guys think? What the hell was I going to do?

I was lost in thought when the door opened. I flicked my eyes over to see that is was Barrett who had come in and interrupted my pity-fueled thoughts. I just stared at him as he noticed that I had only gotten my Batman underwear on before I had a breakdown. He moved closer and kneeled down near me. I am not sure if he was waiting for an explanation or what, but he was completely silent. My word vomit got the best of me.

“If you are just gonna kneel there at least do something to make me feel better. Don't just stare at me as if I was…” His stride ate up the distance between us in a heartbeat. Strong hands wound around my waist and jerked me forward. This kiss was brutal, bowing my spine, stealing my breath, making me feel every inch of his hard body.

I broke the kiss, lips burning, and gasped before he pulled me against him again, only this time harder. Warm tongue probed my mouth, tasting like mint.

His hands trailed down my bare back to grip my ass and sit me on his lap so I was straddling him. I broke the kiss long enough for me to slide his shirt over his head and went to explore his body. My fingers delved into the small patch of hair, caressing the hard mound of his chest. His nipples hardened, puckering as I fingered the smooth skin.

His brown eyes sparked, and then widened. He stilled, fingers dancing in the same part on my span as I ran his nipples between my fingers.

His moan was more of a whimper...a pleading as I rubbed against his body and rotated my hips against his. Fisting my hair in his hand, he drove my head forward to meet his mouth.

He shoved me down in front of him so that he was on top of me. Never breaking the kiss, his hand traveled down to my nipple. Calloused fingers skimmed smooth skin making me catch my breath.

“Like this?” throaty words slipped from his lips. Lightly pinching my nipple just to release it, before finally breaking the kiss and putting one of them in his mouth.

Long fingers spanned my ribs, it was as though he could clutch my chest in one massive hand and linger over the beating call of my heart.

Heat flared with the thought... Barrett I...The words were snatched away as he ran his finger down my stomach watching as goosebumps raised. I moaned as his hands traveled down to tease my clit through my underwear.

He slowly rubbed against my clit with his finger, rotating it at an angle I had never felt before, causing me to whimper trying to find release. He only used the slightest pressure to tease me, never giving the relief I sought.

I was hyper-aware of it all from his mouth nibbling on my nipple, to his hands that were circling my clit. The pressure inside me was slowly building like a flame. He finally slid his finger inside me and rubbed my clit with his thumb, pressing down more firmly than before The pressure inside me erupted in an actual inferno that consumed the basin and raced along the walls completely ruining the moment of bliss that I had been having.

“What the fuck just happened?” Barrett asked, pulling away from me like I was on fire too. Jumping up off the floor, he grabbed a towel in the process. He started to quickly try to put out the flames that had just appeared out of nowhere. Draven and Ethane burst into the room just as I put the rest of my clothes back on so that I could help. They stood in shock for a moment, before taking in Barrett and my appearance. Yup, they knew what had just happened. There was nothing in their gazes that said they were jealous, which left me hella confused, except it was so fucking hard to think with the chaos the fire was causing. I wish the flames would just stop.

Like I had just uttered some sort of magic phrase the flames instantly died down, and the guys and me just stood there in a moment of complete shock. “You can control fire.” Well, fuck. Now the demon wants to speak to me about what I can and can’t do? What an asshole! No shit Sherlock. Way to state the obvious.

“So I may be a demon, who can apparently control fire.” I blurted out while looking everywhere but at them. Damn flames ruined my sexy time with Barrett. And fuck if I wasn’t blushing again.