Dex stumbled back. Luc blocked the way out, but the urge to run was more insistent than his aching cock. He couldn’t give in this easily. He took another step backward.
Dex’s back collided with something firm. He yelped, spinning around, but he couldn’t see. A hand wrapped around his throat, and Dex screamed.
A low laugh filled the pitch black room, the sounds of sex taking on a savage edge. Dex twisted his body, hitting the hard chest in front of him, spurred on by the firm grip on his neck. He struggled, his breaths ragged, and managed to pull free, taking a staggering step back.
Luc’s growl scraped along Dex’s clammy skin. “It’s time to run.”
Dex tore down the hallway, hoping like hell he was headed toward the exit. He slammed into a wall and stumbled back. Loud footsteps echoed. Dex couldn’t hear the music from the club. Even the moans had stopped. For a second, he wasn’t sure where he was.
What if magic had trapped him or transported him somewhere?
He lunged for the wall, feeling along until he came to a door. It didn’t budge. Dex whimpered, and a chilling laugh washed over him. With all his strength, he pulled on the door. It burst open, and Dex fell forward, the flashing lights of the dancefloor blindingly bright as the music drowned out all other sound.
Recovering his footing, Dex ran. He shouldered someone out of the way, but the guy didn’t seem to notice.
Dex tore down the stairs and skidded to a stop. Which way was out? Nothing but a wall of bodies stood before him. He glanced over his shoulder, and there was Luc, at the bottom of the stairs, and for the first time that night, not cast in shadow.
Luc’s red wings filled the stairwell. His horns gleamed in the flashing lights, not a strand of hair out of place, his eyes completely red. A thick red tail wound over Luc’s hip, his chest bare, dark hair standing out on his pale skin. He wore a pair of suit pants and nothing else. Baring his fangs, his growl drowned out the thundering club music.
“Mine. You can’t escape me.”
Dex’s heart skipped. His chest constricted, and he was consumed by the needy desire to belong to Luc forever. To never escape, no matter how hard he tried.
Whirling around, Dex pushed into the dancing crowd. A frantic look over his shoulder revealed Luc had left the stairway.
He was coming for him.
Dex surged forward, trying to shove people out of his way. Normally, people moved when you jostled by, or at least pushed back, but no one reacted. It was as if they couldn’t feel Dex touching them. He pulled a man’s arm, and he didn’t so much as flinch. The guy beside him looked straight through Dex.
This was more than invisibility.
Dex shoved harder and harder, his muscles tensing as everything from his back to his fingers seized.
It was like he wasn’t really there. Like he didn’t exist. A ghost.
“No,” he muttered, primal panic taking over. Dex shoved a guy with all his strength, and he didn’t budge. “No!”
Luc’s laugh tickled his ears, and Dex let out a helpless sound. Luc had said no one would be able to intervene, but Dex hadn’t knownthiswas possible.
Luc’s control was complete.
Dex scrambled between people, slipping through any gaps he could find, his chest and back sliding along sweaty bodies. Someone elbowed him in the ribs, and he grunted. Ignoring the pain, he forced his way through the next gap.
What if he couldn’t get out?
No. He had to.
“Move!” he shouted in someone’s face.
They didn’t even flinch.
Dex squeezed around the guy and stumbled, falling into yet another oblivious person. This part of the dance floor was even more packed than where he’d come from. He had to get to the edge of the crowd. Go around the room, not through.
As he wedged himself through a gap, all the space between the men dancing around him seemed to close. They pressed tighter together, moving as one.
What?
A wall of bodies formed in front of Dex. There was no way out without ripping the men from each other’s arms or climbing over their heads.
