“When can I order?” Jasper asked. Her hollow gut growled as she rubbed it. “I need food, solid food.”
Nieema grinned and said, “What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means, you’re Majesty,” Jasper placed the menu in its spot between them and leveled her gaze on Nieema, “my succubus-related hunger pangs have been sated, for now.”
“Shit,” Buck whispered, playing with his wife’s neon braids. “Who said you can taste me for free?”
“Buckley Ray.”
“I’m just fooling, beloved.”
He wasn’t joking, and Jasper wasn’t stupid.
A vampire, a succumbs, and a dark fae cowboy walk into a bar…














