“Kai…” The word escapes her in a breathless whisper. “I think I just came.”
A thick chuckle vibrates from my throat. “Oh, little demon, you will by the end of the night.” Bringing my hand up to her chin, my thumb drags down her lips. “Are you ready?”
Both of her hands move to cradle my neck, forcefully pulling me against her lips.
I’ll take that as a yes.
Chapter 37
Xeraphine
Ilove this man.
The words almost spill out of my mouth—It’s why I quickly went in for a kiss. It’s strange, even if that feeling of heat around my heart swells and my chest aches withhappiness, it still didn’t feel right to say it in the moment. Maybe I never will, and I wonder if that will grate on him over time.
I’m not going to think about it right now, because my head is swarming with the thoughts of what is to come. Bees are flying around in my stomach and my palms are beginning to sweat.
As we approach the front doors, which are wide open, two large bouncers turn their gaze to us. I’m prepared to kill them, the blood in my veins boiling as I’m ready to pull it through my pores to slice their throats. It isn’t until both sets of eyes turn to Kairhyse, and give a nod.
“Kayn wasn’t the only person I was speaking with over the past week,” he whispers against my ear, circling his hand around my waist and walking me through.
The club is drenched in darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow of purple and blue mood lighting tracing our path. Hallways branch off to either side, empty from what I can see, but the closer we get to the main floor, the heavier the scent of alcohol and fresh sex becomes. When we step into the open space, I’m surprised by how the dimness persists, shadows clinging to every corner like they belong there. The air is thick with more than just liquor and lust—I can pick up the distinct presence of Dylox, but their scent is muddled by the unmistakable stench of Mundane ass.
At first, I was concerned someone would recognize me, but the only thing anyone would see is my dress that illuminates like afucking flashlight when the strobe lights flash across me. There are at least a hundred people here, likely more.
I let Kai lead me, but I’m still looking, watching, assessing. People are draped over couches, laughing and throwing back shots. The booming EDM vibrates the floor, and bodies press in around us as we move toward the center of the dance floor.
It’s a controlled madness. One that I have thrived in for six years.
Lifting my gaze, I spot large, clear crystals hang above us, the lights bouncing around the hollow interior and spread across the second floor where people are dancing. I don’t recognize any faces, but the scents of the bodies around me, I know I’m in the right place.
Shifters. Mundanes. Vampires.
Murderers. Rapists. Bigots. Associates to those that hold those titles. All of them. They are all something bad for this world, and the toxic that poisons it.
Kai brings his hand across my shoulder and grabs around my neck, his opposite taking my hip, pulling me flush against his front. I swallow, feeling it bob against the strain of his fingers around my throat.
The beat of the music hits a high note, and with it my hips begin to sway. His cock, that I could swear is continuously hard for me, presses against the small of my back. I bring my hands up over my head, drawing them down the back of his.
His nose brushes against the curve of my neck as his movements match mine in perfect synchronization. He’s grinding against me so sensually, but with a force that says,‘you’re mine’and for no one to think about interrupting us. It’s as though, for him, I’m the only person in this building, and if he wanted to, he’d bend me right over to fuck me just to prove it.
“Is my girl soaked yet?” His words brush against my ear as he bites down on the space behind it.
I am,fuck, I am so turned on. Equally, it’s because I know what I’m about to do, but also because I’m imagining all the things he’s going to do to me afterward.
His grip around my throat tightens. “Answer me, little demon.”
“Yes,” I pant. My arms drawing back as I spin to face him. “I’m fucking soaked for my monster.”
His arm wraps around my waist, thrusting me back into him. The way he smiles at me, one side lifted higher than the other, his bright whites gleaming in the bouncing lights, makes my heart beat faster. But more than that, my Amoro is thriving. The want in his crimson eyes, the desire in his pheromones, and the care in his touch, turn me into a ferallittledemon.
My leg lifts and he holds no hesitation to grab under my thigh, his nails digging in as he helps me get that friction against my needy clit. He wasn’t wrong, I am a desperate bitch for him, and him calling me out for it stirred a submission in me that I’m willing to succumb to for him andonlyhim.
Grabbing the back of my neck, he smashes our lips together and my lustful noise is masked by the loud build up for the climax of the song we have been dissolving ourselves into. My hands run up the back of his head and grab onto his short hair, keeping him tied to me as I turn my head.
The song comes to an end and he grins against my mouth. His hand that was holding my thigh trails up to my ass, pulling up my dress and squeezing.
A new melody is building, and I’m wrapped with elation. The sensation akin to nervousness, but it isn’t built out of fear. It’s an anticipation of performing for him. He’s seen me kill, but never like this.
