Hagen, Lynn - Snooke [Demon Warriors 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Read Online Free PDF Page A

didn’t actually get wet in the river. That would suck. He’d ruin a lot of expensive clothes if he did.
    He turned his cell phone off and tossed it on his nightstand. The entire apartment had blackout curtains hung. Being a demon, his corporal form would fade in sunlight. Snooke wasn’t trying to scare his neighbors.
    Speaking of. Snooke walked across the hall to Dillon’s apartment. Although he didn’t spend much time in the human realm, Dillon was always good company. Something he sorely needed right now. Snooke knocked and waited as he thought of how he royally screwed things up with Kane.
    “’Sup.” Dillon said after pulling the door open. Snooke strolled in and took a seat, laying his arms over his eyes. Thank goodness it was nighttime here or Dillon would have thought a ghost had knocked.
    “That bad?”
    Snooke felt the couch dip. “I really screwed up,” he moaned.
    “What did you do?” Dillon asked teasingly.
    “I met the perfect guy. He wanted to sleep with me, and at the last second, I said no.”
    “How last second?”
    Snooke lowered his arm and stared at the man. He lifted a brow and twisted his lips.
    “That last second? Fuck. I would have kicked your ass.” Dillon sat back as he chuckled. That’s one thing Snooke could say about the human. Dillon spoke his mind, regardless to whether you liked what he had to say or not.
    “I want to kick my own ass.” Snooke groaned. “I’ve been after him since I set eyes on him. There he was”—Snooke held his hands out in front of him, his fingers curled halfway to his palms—“and I fucking roll away from him and say no.”
    “Was there a reason, or do you need to see a psychiatrist?”
    Snooke looked over at him. “What do you mean?”
    Dillon rolled his eyes. “Did his breath stink? Did he have a small dick? You know, major turn-offs.”
    “Are you kidding?” Snooke shook his head as he threw his hands in the air. “He was fucking perfect in every way. His breath and kiss were amazing, his body is rock hard, and his cock was the largest I’ve ever seen.”
    “Then that goes back to my theory that you need a psychiatrist,” Dillon stated smugly. Snooke wasn’t sure if he should laugh or choke Dillon. “Look, you’re a good-looking man, another one will come along.”
    Snooke flopped over to his side, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. “But I don’t want another one. I want him,” he whined.
    “Then do you have major turn-offs that you were afraid he’d find out about? I hope not. It would so ruin my image of you.” Dillon laughed.
    “I don’t think so. I’ve never had any complaints.” How could he explain to the human that he was just trying to protect the Demon Warrior? He couldn’t. So he sat there, suffering.
    Damn, the thought struck Snooke out of nowhere. He was suffering. He thought Kane was the hottest thing on two legs, but to suffer? How deep did his desires go?
    “Send him some flowers. Serenade him outside his window. Wrap your skinny ass in a ribbon and deliver yourself naked to his front doorstep. Just make sure no cops are around when you do it.”
    Those actually weren’t bad ideas. Question was, how did he get back into the apartment building? He had a feeling Hondo wasn’t going to help him. And when Chris found out… I’m so screwed.
    Snooke needed to get back in Kane's good graces, but he still had to worry about getting the job done, or else Marino was going to send someone else after him.
    For once, Snooke was really interested in someone and wanted Kane in the worst way, obsessively so. How was he going to get out of this?

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    Panahasi handed the newspaper to Hondo. “It just happened last night, and it’s front-page news.”
    Hondo grabbed the paper and stared at the headlines that told of the dead body behind the Pancake House and how Snooke was found alongside it. “Do you think someone from the restaurant talked to the reporter?”
    “I don’t know who talked to