She had chosen to dress her sister in a strapless, ruby-red evening gown with a steep slit running up either thigh. The entire garment was encrusted in Swarovski crystals that glittered in the light like diamonds. Jess’s blonde hair was down tonight, her golden locks falling to frame her face perfectly. She wore very little make-up, only a sweep of eyeliner and red lipstick. Around her neck, she wore a diamond necklace with a pendant of my crest to match the one on the interior of her thigh.
Her hands held a black Alexander McQueen clutch with a black skull clasp with rubies set in the eye sockets.
“You look like temptation incarnate tonight, Demoness.”
She gave me a look that had my cock straining in my slacks. “You would know.”
I let out a soft purr, and she climbed into my lap, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as her eyes made a languid trek down my body. “You look pretty damn good yourself, Sire.”
I tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, chuckling. “You’re stalling.”
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, cheeks flaring with heat at being caught. “I’m nervous.”
“I don’t blame you, Kitten. From what you’ve told me, you’ve been friends with this guardian and his ward for some time. You want your friends to like me.”
She gave a tentative nod. “Especially since Gabriel liking you means he’ll give you the sword. Which is the key to killing Michael.”
“Which is the key to us being happy. Yes, believe me, I am going to try my damnedest to make a good impression. But while helpful, it’s not the key. If Gabriel doesn’t give me the sword on his own accord, I can always make him. But seeing as you care for this celestial, we’ll try being nice first.”
Her perfect, fuckable lips pursed into the most soul-stealing smile.Bleeding Almighty.She was beautiful when she smiled at me like that. Like I was someone worth loving. How I loved the version of myself she saw through her eyes.
“I fucking love you, Jessica Sims.”
She angled herself in my lap so that her belly was pressed to mine, her knees clamped around my hips. I’d have to remind myself to thank Nyx later for choosing this particular dress.
Jessica wiggled her hips, making me hiss through my teeth as she ground her apex down onto my rigid shaft. “Pretty soon, I’ll be Jessica Morningstar.”
“If you’re trying to stall by making me rethink hosting your friends and instead take you right here in the backseat of my limo, you’re doing a capital job.”
And there it was, the glorious scent of her arousal curling up from between her thighs.
“Maybe you should. In fact, I want you to.”
I made a pained sound as I opened the door, grabbed her by the hips and lifted her outside. In turn, her mouth conformed into a pout that drove me wild, and it took all my damn willpower to not pull her back into the limo and take a raincheck with the awkward confrontation I was about to have with this celestial friend of hers.
Fucking my soon-to-be bride seemed like a much better way to spend my time. At least, that was the opinion of my raging hard-on. But convincing Gabriel that he was on the wrong side was currently a more important task at hand, as painful as that was to admit.
Placing my hand on the small of my mate’s back, I guided her toward the front door of Siren’s and leaned to whisper in her ear. “You’ve got me so worked up. After we say our hellos, get a few drinks in you, and get that sword, I’m going to take that hungry little cunt of yours in the car.”
“Is that my surprise?”
“No. And if you think your surprise is going to be even a fraction as enjoyable as my cock buried eight inches inside you, you’re about to be sorely disappointed.”
“Surprises are supposed to be fun.”
“All I can promise you is that your surprise is going to be interesting.” I loved the look she wore when curiosity was eating away at her from the inside. It made her gray eyes light up like a bright morning following a night storm.
Inside, Siren’s was bustling with energy. For a Monday night, business was good. “Ah. Good. Hardly any wolves tonight.”
Jessica’s gaze sifted through the crowd, her brows plucking up with interest. “You don’t like wolves?”
“I don’t mind them in particular, but the girls here hate them. Bad tippers. Rude manners. But celestials despise wolf shifters. I only want to make this as pleasant an experience for your friends as possible.”
“Then why pick your strip club to meet? Don’t you own half the businesses downtown?”
A server wearing next to nothing strode over to us with a tray in hand, a single glass with two fingers of whiskey sitting on top of it. “Thank you, Candice. Would you be a doll and fetch a Cosmopolitan for my queen?”
“Yes, Sire.”
