Every instinct screamed that this was wrong. Her need was too sharp, too hungry, too detached from the girl who once blushed when I looked at her across a room. But my body wasalready responding, blood surging, adrenaline still climbing and my cock was getting hard every second I was with her.
I stepped forward, grabbed her hips from behind, and gave her what she asked for.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Gracie.”
“MMmmngh, she moaned as I slid my hands down her tummy and between her legs, gliding them toward the fishnet between her thighs. I took a sharp inhale as I realized she was bare beneath the stockings.
I growled in her hear, tearing a small hole at her entrance and she whimpered, moving her ass on my cock. I grunted as I slid into her, bringing her on tiptoes.
“You want my cock, little witch?” She let her head slide back onto my shoulder as I thrusted into her, hard and rough.
I didn’t really think as I began to fuck her. It was the kind of frantic connection that burned through reason. She pushed back into every thrust, her ass cheeks slapping against my thighs as her nails clawed at the wall. Small, broken sounds spilled from her throat that were equal parts pleasure and wild edge.
“Yes, fuck me just like that, exorcist.”
I tried to anchor myself in her touch, in her scent, in the familiar shape of her body, but somewhere in the middle of it, a cold thread ran straight through my spine.
My Grace had always met me halfway. I remember how she’d wrap her arms around me after that first time, resting her forehead against mine, and breathing with me until our hearts slowed.
This time, when it ended, she did not reach for me.
I pulled in a harsh breath, muscles shaking, my hand still on her hip. Sweat cooled on my back. She straightened up fast, skirt falling into place. She looked back at me once with a bright, sharp grin, eyes still wild, and her lips swollen.
“Now that’s a party,” she said.
She laughed, loudly in the narrow hallway, the sound bouncing off the walls. Then she grabbed her bat from the floor and walked away, hips swinging, humming under her breath. She did not look back at me, barely acknowledged I existed. It was definitely a feeling I didn’t want to have.
HELLSING
She walked straight out into the noise of the bar, into the crowd, into the red lights and smoke and danger, looking every inch the Harley Quinn, she had dressed as. Chaos in pigtails. Little Demon inked on her thigh.
I stayed in the hallway for a few seconds longer, leaning against the wall, trying to catch my breath and put my thoughts back in order. This was definitely not how I planned my night to go. My body still thrummed from what we had done. My nerves, though, were not satisfied. They were on fire.
The Venom Lounge felt tighter when we came back into the main room. The red lights seemed darker, the smoke thicker. The music pounded against the walls, but underneath it I caught the murmur of voices turning mean.
Three Scorpion patches had drifted closer to the bar. They clustered near Grace and Seraphine, who had suddenly appeared at the bar and whom I could clearly see she was trying to get Grace to leave.
The patches leaned in too close, their cuts old and stained, their smirks told me whatever intensions they had with the girls, they weren’t decent. I recognized one of them. Jax. Croak’s runner. He was the kind of goon who never did his own thinking.
My shoulders locked and hand went straight to the gun at my belt, then to the side of my coat where another pistol waited.
Grace leaned back against the bar, Harley Quinn smile in place, bat resting against her thigh. Seraphine stood beside her, cape draped over one arm, her eyes narrowed in a familiar way that meant she was calculating exits and body counts.
I cut through the crowd in a straight line. Seraphine caught my eye when she saw me, a look of relief ran across her face.
“Evenin’,” Jax said when he saw me coming. His gaze flicked from me to Grace’s legs and back again. “Didn’t know this was a biker reunion. You bring your girl to play with the big boys, Hellsing?”
“Back off,” I said, voice low. “You do not want to start shit, not here.”
Grace tilted her head, chewing her gum slowly. She looked between us, then smiled at Jax like he’d just said something cute.
“Aww,” she said. “You think you’re a big boy?”
His grin widened. “I like her. Croak wasn’t lyin’ when he told me the witch was hot. You keep this one on a leash, Chaplain? Or you let her run?”
My jaw clenched. “You say Croak’s name around me one more time and you’re gonna be droppin’ teeth on this floor.”
Another Scorpion stepped closer to Grace’s side, close enough that his arm brushed hers. He reached toward the tattoo on her thigh, the letters Little Demon.
