He laughed. “I can work with that.” He dropped the butt on the balcony and kicked snow over it.
“Meph. Ew. Pick that up and put it in the ashtray, for god’s sake. The world is not your own personal trash can.”
He rolled his eyes before making a big show of bending down and fishing the butt out from the snow pile. “You sound like Eva. ‘Smoking is gross and bad for the environment.’”
“Well, she’s right.”
“Says the chick who just smoked.”
“Like I said, you’re a terrible influence.”
That stupid, infectious grin was back. “And yet, you can’t get enough of me.”
Iris made a face, but she couldn’t deny it.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I can’t get enough of you either.”
Meph trailed Iris back inside. The minute she finished taking off her coat, he pounced.
Normally he’d let her suggest some activity like ordering takeout or watching a movie before he instigated the inevitable sex, but tonight, he was ravenous. Some unhinged need had been crawling under his skin since he’d shown up and found Iris’s ex-fucking-boyfriend in her house.
She’d been wearing nothing but a towel, and that pile of human garbage had not only dared to lay eyes upon her but had the audacity toinsulther while doing it. Meph had played it cool, hiding behind his usual grin and easygoing demeanor, but in truth, he’d never wanted to kill a human more. That waste of skin wasn’t even fit to be turned into leather boots for her to wear on her perfect feet.
Meph came up behind Iris and pushed her forward until her stomach hit the kitchen counter, and then he ground his hard-on against her ass.
Planting his hands on the counter to cage her in, he growled in her ear, “You were supposed to be waiting on the bed for me.”
She hissed like a tiny kitten trying to be fierce.So adorable.“It’s not my fault Antoine showed up. And who says I want to play your little game anyway?”
He smirked and bent his head to close his teeth around the side of her neck, biting down just enough to make her gasp and grind against him. He groaned, wishing he could let his fangs grow and sink into her soft skin.
What would her blood taste like? Fucking delicious, that was what. Demons didn’t need to drink blood to survive, but it gave them an energy boost and was never not fun. And Meph had never sampled a blood-born before, but he already knew it would be some potent shit.
“You always want to play, baby,” he said, keeping up a slow grind against her ass.
“Meph.” Her attempt at a scolding tone was negated by the way she pressed back into him.
“You should be extra nice to me right now,” he said. “I didn’t kill your ex even though Ireallywanted to. I controlled myself. I think I deserve a reward, don’t you?” As soon as he finished the question, he bit down on her neck again.
“That’s so fucked up,” Iris moaned, tilting her head and exposing more of her throat to him. His blood heated to a positively molten degree.
It may have been fucked up, but something about the steaming heap of human detritus that Meph had knocked out really made him see red. Violent urges, the kind he was usually pretty good at suppressing, rose in him, and he started imagining messed-up shit like tying him up with his intestines, or pulling his spine out his throat, or punching a hole through his ribcage, or—
“Meph!”
He immediately released his bite on Iris’s neck and grimaced at the deep red marks. Any harder and he would have broken the skin, which would have really hurt because his mouth was still full of blunt human teeth. “Shit.”
“What the hell was that?” She tried to turn around to face him, but he kept her pinned against the counter.
“My bad. Thoughts got a little violent for a sec.”
“Why?”
“Dunno. I guess I just really want to kill that motherfucker.” He ground against her ass again to distract himself.
“What the—That’s so messed up... I can’t believe—” She moaned as his hips rolled and seemed to lose her train of thought. “What is wrong with me?”
“I corrupted you, remember?” He licked over the bite mark a few times to soothe the skin.
