“Okay,” I reply, dumbly.
Mara leans down, kissing Elvor’s cheek before taking my hand and dragging me out to the middle of the dance floor. I look back at Elvor for reassurance, and I swear I see him mouth the wordshave fun.
My heart is racing in my chest, and the music is pounding in my ears. My palm is hot from her touch, and when she lets go, it feels like a loss of epic proportions. Fortunately, her hands slide up my chest and rest on my shoulders as she moves against me to the loud beat.
Her hand glides from my shoulder to the nape of my neck, tugging until my ear is against her lips.
“Touch me, Judd,” she demands, and I do as she says. My one hand rests on her hip as the other holds her by the back of her head like she’s holding mine. Her hair is soft, and she smells amazing. I want to be closer to her.
Her grip on my hair tightens, and she shifts herself so that our legs are between each other. My thigh is extremely close to her core as we sway to the music. She’s so carefree and happy, unlike so many demons I’ve had the displeasure of surrounding myself with.
She’s like a sliver of sunshine in Hell, and I can’t help but want to be in her orbit in any way she’ll let me.
I look over to Elvor to make sure he isn’t about to rush over here and kill me for touching her. It’s quite the opposite, actually. His eyes are laser-focused on where Mara and I are connected while we dance. But what’s most shocking to me is that his eyes aren’t solely glued to Mara’s form. He’s looking at me too. He isn’t just watching either; he’s enamored. Elvor isn’t an easy man to read, but even I can tell that he’s enjoying what he’s seeing. I don’t know if it’s just the way I’m dancing with Mara or if there’s something else there.
I’m stupid for even thinking that. Of course, he’s just turned on with the way Mara is moving. He’s never shown me any interest before. Even if Mara spoke on his behalf earlier, until he actually speaks to me, I won’t believe it.
“Stop thinking so hard,” Mara says to me before spinning herself around so that her perfectly pert ass is now moving against my crotch.
It takes my brain a solid minute to figure out what’s happening, and I nearly want to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.
“Judd, I really don’t want to have to tell you to touch me again,” she chastises. It’s not frustration in her tone but humor, and I’m thankful as I place my hands on her hips. One of her hands goes back to the nape of my neck as she dances against me.
I’m not sure what comes over me, but I want to please her, make this good for her. I need to prove to her that I’m not a piece of shit and that I’m not some fucking loser she needs to take pity on.There’s something about this demon that makes me want to be more than what I already am. I know it’s ridiculous, that she just tugged me on the dance floor and is showing me the attention I’ve been thirsty for. But it’s more than an instant attraction or the straightforward personality that allures me to her. It’s like her soul’s essence is wrapping around me and tugging me close. I welcome it with open arms.
This isthe somethingI needed to latch onto so I don’t disappear.
I lock eyes with Elvor as one of my hands trails from her hip, up between her breasts to where I lock my fingers around her slender throat. Elvor’s blue eyes flash, and Mara pushes her perfect ass harder against my embarrassingly hard cock.
She rests her head on my shoulder and it’s pathetic, but I feel worth something in this moment. Like I’m not the demon people pity or avoid. I’m someone worth dancing with, worth knowing, worth…wanting.
There’s something feral within me that would do anything to have Mara make me feel this way constantly. Anything is better than the numbness I’ve been living with. I need an adventure, and fuck if this woman doesn’t radiate absolute chaos.
Mara grips my hair fiercely, and the music stops. She spins around, and there’s a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. A dark piece of hair clings to her skin, and I tenderly move it with two fingers.
She smiles at me like I’m someone special, and I don’t know how to react. I don’t even get a second before Lisa and Tina decide to interrupt. The trio of their squad, Autumn, was recently killed by Lucifer himself for disrespecting Lilith. It’s a shame he didn’t just take out all three.
“Oh look, Tina. Judd finally got someone to take pity on him, enough so that they would dance with him,” Lisa snarks.
Mara turns quickly and tilts her head at Lisa. “I don’t think we’ve met.”
“She speaks. I thought she was muteandstupid,” Lisa snickers to Tina, and they laugh.
The smile that takes over Mara’s face is menacing and cold. “That’s right, that’s how I know you. My father killed your plain little friend. What was her name, Judd? Fall… Harvest… Pumpkin?”
I swallow and ignore the father part for a second as I reply, “Autumn.”
“That’s right. Your friend Autumn was the dumbass who got herself killed for disrespecting my family. Would you like to join her?”
Lisa blinks at Mara stupidly.
“It was my mistake. I apologize,” Lisa backtracks.
Mara takes a step forward, crowding Lisa’s space. Mara is taller than the other demon by a good few inches.
“Talk poorly about anyone I care about again, and I’ll cut off your fucking head and hang it like a disco ball in this club as a message to anyone who thinks they can cross me or my family,” she threatens before taking a step back and smiling. “Love your dress, by the way,” she gushes with a smile before grabbing my hand.
Lisa and Tina look absolutely mortified as they scurry away like rats.
