Page 23 of Dead End

He stopped moving in an instant, chuckling darkly, making my skin crawl with unease. He looked like himself, but didn’t. A completely transformed Jason was gazing down at me. Two small, black horns grew from his forehead at his hairline, and his wide lips stretched into a devious grin that I’d never seen on him before. As if that wasn’t enough, my eyes bugged nearly out of my head as a forked tongue slithered out and licked my cheek.

“My, my, you are divine.” Jason clicked his tongue seductively. “I can see why your man can’t stop thinking about you.”

I watched in stunned silence as Jason’s lips moved, but a British accent came out instead. He still sounded like him, but again, not at the same time. What the fuck was going on?

My hand had a mind of its own as I drew back and swung until the slap echoed off his cheek and my bedroom walls. Laughing yellow eyes stared down at me in amusement. He was utterly unfazed by the admittedly hard slap. A part of me felt guilty, but then again, he did look like Satan right now.

I slipped out from between his body and the bed and kept my back towards the wall, my hand reaching behind me for the doorknob. I was so out of here.

“Where are you going, beautiful? Let’s have a chat, yeah?” he purred, gracefully moving his big body off the bed. A little too gracefully for a basketball player his size, all six feet four of pure muscle.

My back hit the wooden part of the door as I fumbled for the handle, but he moved fast—so inhumanly fast that his body was covering mine before I could stop him.

It’s not Jason. Ignore the hot demon. Ignore the muscles rubbing against your body like a slip and slide. Snap the fuck out of it, October!

“Wha-what do you want?” I squeaked out, hating to show any sign of weakness. But hello, a freaking demon took over my enemy's sexy body! If anyone was going to take over Jason’s body, it was going to be me!

Wow, where did that come from?

“Just a tiny favor, luv. First, tell lover boy his new roommate is real. No, he’s not losing his mind, and yes, he should really listen to me when I’m talking. I’ve been telling him for over two hours to wake you with a kiss and then ravish that delectable body, but nope. He had to argue with himself, something about morals and such. Anywho, name is Damon. I’m his familiar. This is going to be so much fun. More entertaining than Hell, that’s for sure.” He grinned knowingly at my blank stare.

Honestly, at this point, nothing should surprise me, but the fact that Jason was possessed by an actual demon, whose name was Damon, really did a number on me. Christ…

Oh my god... Can I even say the word ‘Christ’ in his presence? Will he poof away into smoke and ashes if I let that slip out? I need to make a list of demon no-nos. Wait, what the fuck am I thinking?!

“Yeah…” I swallowed hard as he cocked his head to the side, his eyes flickering between mine as he leaned closer, until all I could do was stare at the forked tongue that was really close to my lips. “I’ll let him know. No worries.” I tried to play it cool, like it was an everyday occurrence to have a demon cage me against a door, trying to lick me. What was with the licking?

I know I’m delicious and all, but damn, ask a girl before you start with the tongue action. Whatever, no biggie.

“Lovely. I’m going to kiss you now. We have to wake up your man. It’s time he got his head out of his ass, yes?” He chuckled and dove in just as my lips parted on a gasp, his long tongue immediately stroking against mine, worshipful in a way that made my knees weak.

I stood on my toes, placing my hands on his shoulders to either push him away or pull him closer. I wasn’t entirely sure, but it felt really good. He groaned deeply, wrapping his strong arms around my waist to drag me even closer.

The moment a moan left my parted lips and I ground my heated core along the hard erection, he shoved me away. Wide, gray eyes were staring back at me in bewilderment until they hardened, and I felt the sudden chill of his hatred down to my bones.

“What the fuck, freak?! Molesting people now, really?” He reached up to wipe off the smeared black lipstick from his bottom lip.

“Right, like you didn’t enjoy that?” I nodded pointly at his hard dick straining against his jeans, and he only scowled harder. I swore he wanted to tear me to pieces, but not in the way I wanted him to.

“That would happen with anyone; don’t kid yourself. My cock could dip into any wet pus—” I slapped my hand over his mouth as the small chandelier over my bed shook. There was a loud thump overhead, followed by a male shout.

“That poor guy. If he doesn’t stop shouting, it’s only going to scare poor Alfred,” Jessica muttered from her tree branch before shaking her head and closing all her eyes with a yawn.

Jason and I stared at each other for half a beat before struggling to open the door so we both could slip through, but of course, he had to go at the same time as me, leaving us both stuck against each other in the door frame and glaring at one another.

“Move!” he snarled, accidentally grabbing my boob in the process of physically moving me out of his way, but I didn’t think it was an accident at all.

“No, you move! I’d rather be dealing with Damon right now,” I grumbled under my breath as his arm shot out to grip the door frame, blocking me from leaving.

I watched his bicep flex in front of my eyes, and his veins popped out as the wooden frame creaked under his tight, knuckled grip.

“Who. Is. Damon?” he growled, his eyes flashing a laughing yellow before turning back to a cold steel gray.

“Just the fucking demon living inside you that had his, or should I say, your tongue shoved down my throat earlier!” I leaned in close and whispered, “It’s the forked tongue for me; I never knew I’d like that.” Then I licked my lips, which only drew his gaze there.

His stunned expression gave me the opening I needed to slip past him and out the door.

I took off running down the hall, looking over the banister to see the rest of the guys appear from the bottom level at the exact same time before they started racing up the stairs on thundering feet. The only one missing was Michael. Ignoring the frustrated growl coming up fast behind me, I started running up the burgundy carpeted steps, gripping the old wooden banister to help keep me steady as the top floor came into view.

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