FUCK. It was taking all my willpower not to shove her into that hotel room and dare her to mess with me like that when my cock was making sweet love to her her till the sun came up.
We hadn’t said another word until we got in the limo. Even then, there was nothing but desire and tension between us. The silence made me hyper aware of her hot, heaving breath and the warmth she exuded. The smell of her pulsing arousal that had me in a chokehold.
When we arrived at the party hall, I gave her my arm. A jolt of electricity pulsed in me as her hand touched me for the first time tonight. I should have jerked off twice before I got here.
Inside, the same fairy had a motherfucking sparkle diarrhea. Silverware clinking. Live band playing fucking Broadway Christmas songs. The place was packed with old, pompous asses—I shouldn’t complain about the old part, though. I was a boomer myself. It was the high chins that got on my nerves.
Damien came out of nowhere, his slimy smile on. He held a glass of red wine in his hand. “Professor Legend and James Gabel. What a match! You look stunning, my dear.” He kissed her hand.
“Don’t touch her,” I said through my teeth.
“Always so feisty. No wonder you’ve been on the naughty list for so long.” He looked from me to her. “Come, Vixen. You’re sitting at my table. Let me introduce you to my Isabella.”
White, red and green spread on each table. His was for six. Isabella Ferro was the only one at it. She received us with a shit-eating grin. “Nice to put a face to the name. I’ve heard so much about you, Professor Legend.”
I moved the chair for Vixen, and she sat. “Please, call me Vixen. I heard so much about you, too. You look amazing.”
Damien took a seat next to his…woman. I sat next to mine. Theladiescontinued to kiss each other’s asses, and us fuckers started a stare off.
“Your date is dashing, Vixen. Damien never told me you ran with vampires. I’m sorry I didn’t catch his name,” Ferro said.
Vixen’s eyes narrowed at me with a smile. “James. Gabel.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Mister Gabel.”
I looked at the devil’s mate. “Thanks. It’s not the first time we’ve met, by the way.”
“Have we? I don’t recall.”
“A couple of months ago, you hit a diner. An asshole was coming on to you. Me and the guys were trying to stop him before your vampire boyfriend almost broke the fucker’s arm.”
“I remember. But the men you’re talking about were bikers.”
“The Blood Demons. I’m Slasher, the President.”
“I see. I remember being scared of you when I first entered.” She turned to Vixen. “I was still human at the time and had no clue what I should or should not be afraid of.”
“The Blood Demons are rather intimidating at first, but once you get to know them, you fall head over heels.” Vixen squeezed my thigh gently.
I put my hand on top of hers and twined our fingers together. A sweet tremble ran through her at my touch and vibrated in me.
A new song started. Damien asked his woman to dance. They excused themselves and blended with the others on the dance floor. They looked so fucking happy.
Vixen knee brushed my leg. “So…how is it that you tell the devil your real name, and I only stumble upon it by accident, Mister James Gabel?”
“I would have never told you that lame ass name. Don’t call me that.”
“Why not? I think it’s very sexy.”
“Because it’s a gentleman’s name?” I mocked. “I show up in a monkey suit with a name fitted for an elite asshole, and all of a sudden you’re all grabby hands and come fuck me eyes?”
Her brow shot up that set a vein pulsing in her neck, one I was dying to graze. She tried to take her hand away, but I held on to it tighter.
Indignant eyes snapped fire at me. “What? Aren’t you complaining that I’m all grabby?”
“Who said I’m complaining?”
“And who said I only like you in a suit?”
