“We followed them down to the club,” Zee states.
“And we left Emi, Aaden, and Nathan guarding the exit until we get there,” Zac adds.
“Did you see Zeus?” I wonder.
Lucifer shakes his head. “He’s not here, he’s still in Hell.”
“So the plan is to kill Lawrence and shut the portal?” I check.
“How do we close a portal?” Zee asks.
“We find and destroy its power source,” Lucifer declares. .
“What does that look like?” I ask.
Lucifer shrugs as we form a line, winding between the despondent patrons towards an archway which leads to the stairs. “It could be an object, or a person.”
“Does it glow at least?” I mutter as we begin our descent. Music thumps under my feet as we draw closer to the club.
Lucifer throws me a signature smirk that has a group of passing girls fluffing their hair and shimmying their hips. “It will give off a weird aura. Like dead space around it.”
I wrinkle my nose. That’s not something I’ve ever seen before. “Creepy looking thing or person. If it’s an object, break it, and a person, kill it?”
Lucifer nods as we walk along the curved corridor and enter the main club area. Emi spots us from her perch in a huge booth tucked into a dark corner. She’s got a cocktail in one hand and waves at us with the other. Aaden studies the room, his eyes trained on the crowd as they bump and grind with the music. Nathan looks like he’d rather be anywhere else.
We pile into the surrounding booth, finding various full glasses on the table. Emi slides a drink to each of us. I arch a brow at her seemingly blasé attitude. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” she shouts over the music. “Plus, we’d look shady as shit sitting here with no drinks.”
I’ll give her that, although she looks far too happy for this to just be a ploy to blend in. I follow Aaden’s gaze out to the crowd. Demon energy pours off the dancers, mingled in with humans. It’s like they said, it will be difficult to know what is what. Avoiding a blood bath here will be a miracle—but we are gods, so that’s entirely possible.
I spot Lawrence and The Duchess in a similar booth opposite us. The Duchess gives us a little wave. “Okay, we have to split up again. One team on the dancefloor to look for the power source, one remaining here to monitor the idiots, and the third needs to search the rooms for the portal,” I suggest.
“You and Archan stay here,” Jed says.
I give the dancefloor a pleading look. “Why?”
“Because they seem preoccupied with you both. If they are looking at you, they aren’t looking at us.”
The gang split up, leaving me with a tense and pissed off Archan. He doesn’t like me hiding secrets, but neither do I. I also don’t like him playing me like a fiddle and leaving me hanging. We fall into silence as I sip on a fruity cocktail. Large hands wrap around my waist and then I’m placed in his lap sideways so my legs drape over his thigh.
He plucks the glass from my hand and puts it down on the table. “I don’t like it when we fight.”
I lick the strawberry taste off my lips, his eyes tracking the movement. “Then perhaps you shouldn’t make decisions for me.” His hand skirts up my leg, pausing to caress the exposed skin at the top of my thigh. I shuffle, still achy from my denied orgasm earlier. “You are playing with fire,” I breathe as he kisses my throat.
“Burning with you would be the sweetest ecstasy, Natia. But I want to give you what you need,” he whispers before clasping the flesh of my ear between his teeth, my eyes fluttering shut. “Keep your eyes on your target, Natia, wouldn’t want them to escape.”
My eyes snap open to find The Duchess lasering her hard gaze at us. Archan’s hand creeps until he grazes the lace of my panties. I suck in a breath. “Here?” I whisper.
“Here,” he growls, forcing my thighs apart a little more. He pushes a finger through my wetness and swirls it around my clit. The naughtiness of it makes me feel alive. We shouldn’t be doing this, but it’s so dark that people shouldn’t be able to tell what we are doing—hopefully.
He pushes a finger inside my wet channel and I whimper as he keeps the thrusts shallow. I need more, and he knows it. “Archan, someone will see,” I beg.
Jed reappears and runs a hand through his hair, making my cheeks flush. “I think it’s a person on the dancefloor,” he says. Archan pushes inside until he’s knuckle deep and crooks his finger. “So, I’m concentrating there,” Jed rambles on. Go away. Please… go away. Jed nods and stalks into the throng of dancers.
“You are clenched so fucking tight,” Archan rumbles, running kisses down my throat and setting a lazy pace to drive me crazy. “I should fuck you in a public place. You’d likely strangle my cock, but it would be worth it.”
A further rush of wetness at his words surprises me. Archan chuckles and his hardness pokes at my ass. “Finding out something new about yourself?” he teases. “Would you like to be splayed out in an orgy, for everyone to see? Or something like this, in public where nobody knows what’s happening?” A moan escapes me. “Take your panties off,” he whispers.
“No,” I breathe even as a shiver of anticipation runs along my spine.
