“Have it your way.” The material goes taut, and he yanks, tearing them from my body and bundling them in his pocket. Whilst arching up and unbuckling his belt, he wraps a powerful arm around my waist and twists the fabric of my dress so the split moves to the back.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” I stiffen and hold myself high. Fuck no, this wasn’t happening.
“Your choice, Natia, I can make you come hard right here, right now. Or you can get up and go get another drink from the bar whilst you ache.” I squeeze my eyes closed and relax against his hold.
“Good girl,” he croons as he tugs on my waist. “Eyes on the targets.” I snap my eyes open, sink down and stifle a cry as he fills me with one thrust.
Jed appears again, looking harassed as he scans the crowd. “We’ve got the portal, slaughtered seven of the demons. Nathan and Zee are guarding it. The rest of us are hunting for the power source.” He spares us a quick look. “Good role playing guys, you look like a lusted up couple on a night out.” Then he shoots off back into the crowd. Archan reaches forward for his drink, the position driving him deeper. It’s an effort to stay still, to not rise and ride him with abandon.
“You wanted to be satisfied. Take what you need,” he rumbles before taking a sip of his whiskey. I grab the glass from his hand and down three fingers of the good stuff. His hand slides back up my leg, disappearing up my dress to graze against my clit. I buck at the sensation, causing us both to groan.
He applies more pressure, making it impossible to stay still as I begin the climb to that precipice. I need this, in amongst the lies and the pain. I need a moment of release, a selfish action.
I grind down on him, twisting my hips until he hits the sweet spot. “That’s it, Natia.”
A server approaches the table and picks up a few empty glasses. Archan rubs frantic circles around my clit as I pause my movements. “Fuck, you are so tight and gushing around my cock right now.”
The girl moves away without even glancing at us. I glance up to find The Duchess and Lawrence leaning over the opposite balcony, their gazes locked on us. I lean my head back against Archan’s shoulder as he pumps up into me and pushes me closer to coming in a freaking club.
Jed appears with a little blood on his face. “Keep doing what you’re doing guys, we are slaughtering their entire demon brigade whilst they focus on you.” He shoots off again. It would be comedic if I wasn’t wound so tight.
“Relax,” Archan says, pulling my chin towards him and sinking his tongue in my mouth. The kiss is sensual and the coil in my stomach tightens, the panic making adrenaline flood my system. His fingers skim my entrance, feeling where he’s stretching me before returning the assault on my clit. He pinches it tight, not letting it go, as he pumps into me. “Ready?” he whispers. I shake my head as my heart thumps erratically. The crescendo of Selena Gomez’s “The Heart Wants What It Wants” hits a high. He releases my clit and slams a hand over my mouth as he sends me soaring.
He buries his head in my hair and growls out his release as my body shakes. A minute passes, then another before I wiggle to move off his lap. His arm around my waist tightens, keeping us joined. “I need the nearest toilet,” I mumble. Men have it so easy, women have to deal with the aftermath. He sighs and lifts me off him. I move my dress to protect my modesty and stand. Archan follows as we scour the room for the nearest ladies’ room. I dive in and clean up in record time, cursing the caveman whilst smiling at the same time. It wasn’t on my bucket list, but it should have been. When I exit, it’s to find Jed and Zee with Archan discussing the power source.
“It’s a demon. He’s keeping himself buried in the human dancers,” Jed states.
“It’s impossible to get close enough to kill him without causing panic,” Zee adds.
I eyeball the small bulge in Archan’s pocket. I can’t believe I’m going to fight without panties. He smirks as he follows my gaze.
“Okay, so surround him in an O formation, squeeze out the humans until he’s in the middle of us, then we can force him off the dancefloor,” I state.
“Good plan,” Zee agrees as we move towards the dance floor just as “I’m Gonna Show You Crazy” by Bebe Rexa starts. Emi and Aaden are already here, edging closer to the middle. I dive in next to Emi as she tilts her head to a five foot four guy with spiky bleach blonde hair and nervous brown eyes. We dance in a tightening circle, earning us a few scowls from others being pushed out. I catch The Duchess and Lawrence still in the same spot, watching us. It’s strange, they must know what we are doing.
“Anyone else weirded out by the prince and his Mrs?” I ask.
Archan looks over my head at them. “He’s here for the violence, be it demon or human, and she’s just plain crazy. Don’t reason with crazy, you’ll never win.”
Zac and Nathan appear behind our group, helping to squeeze out the last few humans. Then we try to push the guy off the side of the dance floor. He digs his feet in and gives us a daring look. He’s not scared, he’s excited.
“Fuck this,” Zee mumbles, tearing a blade from under his suit jacket and stabbing the demon in the heart. He explodes, shocking the shit out of all of us. I wipe the demon goo off my face with a frown. My spine arches, and my wings explode from my back, the other gods following suit. Growls of pain and anger erupt around us. I spin, finding us surrounded by an army of demons, their dead black eyes tracking us as saliva dribbles from their mouths. No, not demons; infected humans. Every human who had been touched by the explosion is now a demon.
“Is there anything we can do?” I ask. “Are they still human?”
Zac bumps my shoulder. “We’ve got bigger problems than that.”
“What?”
He points. I follow his finger and gasp. Well shit. Aaden and Zee stare at us with the same blank obsidian as the infected. Whilst gods were unaffected, they weren’t.
“What do we do?” I ask, shoving back a girl in a white shimmery dress as she mindlessly reaches out for me.
Zee lunges next and I side step, letting him fling himself to the floor. “They seem slow and a little stupid,” I observe, watching as Zee shakes his head and rights himself.
“Archan, restrain Zee. Nathan, restrain Aaden. I should be able to return their souls after we’ve dealt with the rest of them,” Lucifer states, nudging my wing with his.
“Can’t you return them all?” I ask, glancing around at the innocent victims of Lawrence’s evil plan. It’s not fair, these are people with husbands, wives, and children.
