But even stranger, he didn’t return that interest in the slightest. He was panicking. It was weird and pathetic, but he wanted nothing more than to get the fuck out of there. He wanted Belial to come up and clear the crowd with his hulky frame so he could escape like a scared little rabbit.
Asmodeus, Prince of Hell, former Prince of Lust, wanted to flee a crowd of human females because they were attracted to him.
If his ass was dragged back to Hell right then, he would surely have found it frozen over.
Another woman approached, wedging herself in front of the girl he was already talking to. “Hey, I’m Mina. You are so talented!” This one was more direct, her gaze openly lustful. Her hair was honey-blond, her eyes brown. He was even more desperate to escape.
He scanned the grounds and finally saw Belial, towering over the people by the bar. His brother was already staring at him, blue eyes wide, looking as confused as Ash felt. Meph and Raum were probably nearby.
“Iloveyour hair,” Mina gushed. “Can I touch it?” She reached out and grabbed a handful without waiting for permission.
Ash recoiled, which was such a freaking lame reaction to having someone hit on him, but he couldn’t help it. It was instinctual. He just didn’t want her touching his hair.
“Oh my god, your hair is totally gorgeous,” yet another girl cooed. “How long have you been growing it?”
His heart was racing, his breaths shallow and fast. Why the fuck was he reacting like this?
“You really impressed me up there!” another new woman said, fighting her way to the front of the stampede.
He stopped paying attention to the women and tried to catch Belial’s eye again, but when he looked back to where he’d been, he saw no sign of his brother.Fuck.
Another woman was touching his hair against his will, and he fought the urge to snap or growl or hiss at her. Or better yet, shift into his demon form and roar at all of them until they pissed themselves from fright and left him the fuck alone.
He didn’t care if his curse was somehow defective and he wasn’t invisible for the first time in as long as he could remember. He didn’t want these women.
He just wanted Eva.
She appeared then as if summoned by the realization that he truly wasn’t interested in any other female except her. It stunned him. Nearly knocked him on his ass.
His curse was malfunctioning, and all these women wanted him. He could have them, too, probably all at once. That was what his brothers would do. They would turn up their irresistible demon charm and whip them into a sexual frenzy that resulted in the orgy of all orgies. A dozen women all fawning over him, desperate to fuck him.
He’d been the Prince of Lust, for fuck’s sake. He’d been a legend. Insatiable.
But he didn’t want any of that right now. He didn’t want anyone but Eva.
“Hey,” she said, fighting her way to his side. Her messy bun of curls was black, her skin a rich brown, complemented by the sparkly gold of her tank top and hoop earrings, a sharp contrast against her light gray eyes. He was oddly glad that her eyes were still gray when the rest of the world was in color. “I was wondering where you were.”
He didn’t try to hide his relief at seeing her. He did, however, prevent himself from falling at her feet in gratitude for saving him. She accurately interpreted his expression and came right up to him. Winding her arms around his neck, she pressed their bodies tight together and kissed him right in front of all the other women.
He instantly calmed. He stopped with the weak-ass anxiety attack, and his mood backflipped from “freaking out” to “ready to get freaky.” He fought the urge to rub against her.
When she pulled back, those sultry gray eyes told him she wouldn’t have minded if he did.
“We keep doing this,” she said, grinning.
“Doing what?”
“Getting hot and heavy after we jam.”
His gaze darkened. “I want you.”
“You also look like you want to get away from all these thirsty people.” Eva glanced at the retreating women melting back into the crowd.
He didn’t know what to say to that. He didn’t know what the hell was going on, and he was almost more weirded out by how quickly he’d calmed when Eva showed up.
“They can’t have you,” she purred, “because you’re mine.”
He fought the urge to grab her ass and failed. And once he grabbed it, he chastised himself for fighting it in the first place. Such an ass should nevernotbe grabbed.
