Page 88 of The Devil and His Sparrow

Of course, he only had interest in me. I was his bond. He didn’t have a choice. Otherwise, he probably would’ve followed that gorgeous red-head to fool around.

“Because I’m your bond?” I asked finally, voicing the burning thoughts in my head, though my voice came out meeker than I’d intended.

His black-and-red eyes searched mine. “What if I said yes?”

Something sharp, like tiny crystals of frost, encrusted my insides, but I ignored it. Feigning indifference, I shrugged.

His hold on my neck tightened, and he forced my head down so that I had to stare at the scattering remains beneath my feet. His whisper teased my ear. “And what if I said no?”

I froze, no longer hearing the music or the voices of people around us. All that remained was Zagan and me.

He trailed one hand under the hem of my skirt. His fingers brushed against my bare wet core while the other ran down my throat to grip my breast through the thin red dress. “What if I said it’s because I love the way you taste?”

My eyes fluttered closed, and I reached my arms behind me to grip his bent head as his fingers rubbed along the seam of my folds and his palm squeezed my breast.

In the back of my mind, I knew where we were. I know there were hundreds of demons and eyes all around us, but I couldn’t find it in myself to give a damn. The bitterness that had enveloped me when I saw him with Babette eased with each second his hands were on me. Maybe being claimed so publicly like this was exactly what I needed right now to make the unfamiliar sting go away completely.

“What if I said it’s because I love the way your pussy squeezes my cock?”

I inhaled sharply as pleasure zipped up my spine and made my legs quake. His finger slicked between my folds and rubbed on my clit, and I gasped, the sound lost in the loud music. A breeze hit my pussy, making me astutely aware that my dress had ridden up enough for people to see every detail. While I liked having him touch me in the middle of the bustling club, I wasn’t brave enough to let people see my naked parts.

Seeming to sense my hesitation, Zagan released my breast and removed his hand from under my dress. He grabbed my arm and spun me around so that my chest pressed to his torso. He smiled down at me and wound my arms around his neck. Without warning, he hoisted me into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my bare and aching clit right against the bulge in his pants.

He brushed his lips across my jawline, teasing me with their soft caress. The graze of his lip rings made me grind against him, hungry for all of him. “What if I said it’s because you’re beautiful, and taking my eyes off you is impossible?”

Emotion tightened my throat in a vice-like grip as he punctuated his words by meeting my gaze again. I searched his face for some sign that he was teasing but found none.

I’d never given much thought to whether I was beautiful or not. All I cared about was looking clean and classy like Mom had raised me to be. Zagan calling me beautiful was pure sunshine raining down on me. I soaked up the complement and all the warmth it created inside me.

I tightened my hold around his neck. “What if I said that would make me happy?”

The corner of his mouth rose. “That’s all I want, Sparrow.”

His lips found mine, and a sweet heat swelled inside me as his tongue teased my own. My grip pulled him closer, and I angled my head to deepen the kiss. The hands holding me up shifted so that he held me with one hand and undid his pants with the other.

He nibbled my lip before sweeping his tongue back inside my mouth. At the same moment, his dick plunged inside of me with a delicious burn. I moaned into his parted lips, and he swallowed the sound with another hungry kiss as he gripped my butt to pull out then shove back in.

People continued dancing around us, completely unfazed as Zagan held me to him and fucked me right there on the dance floor. I wasn’t sure if it was because this kind of thing was normal here, but I didn’t care at the moment. My every thought was zeroed in on the demon that kissed me with the hunger of a starving man. Pleasure hit me hard and deep with each plunge of his cock, and I felt myself clamp around him. He managed to touch dizzying places inside me that were downright sinful, and I leaned my head back as I chased that blinding heat.

“So fucking good,” Zagan moaned against my throat. His tongue ran from my collar bone, up my neck, and to the tip of my chin. His sharp canines grazed my skin, making it pebble with heedy desire. “You’re so fucking good, Iyla.”

“More, Zagan,” I gasped, leaning down to press my lips to his. “Please!”

His grip on my ass tightened, and he met my request with hard, almost desperate thrusts. My eyes rolled back into my head, and my entire body began to shake. Waves of electric bliss shot through me and ended right where his dick pushed in and out. One of his hands suddenly reached between us, and with the skill of a sex master, he immediately found my clit and pinched.

A scream that was all pleasure tore from my lips as my orgasm burst free, turning my cobra-like grip into limp noodles. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and for a second, I lost all sense of where I was.

When I got a hold of my bearings again, I was still firmly in Zagan’s arms, my legs wrapped around him and my head pressed to his shoulder. I breathed hard, and my heart practically ran a marathon. Zagan’s cock slipped free of me then, and I whimpered at the sudden loss. With a quick movement, he got himself tucked away, and he slowly set me back on my feet.

I wobbled on my jelly-like legs, but he kept his arms around me to hold me up. Something wet dripped down my inner thighs, and I had no idea which of us that was from.

I started to pull away and looked up at him. “I think I need to go clean up.”

“Hell no,” he said, running his hands around my frame to rest on my hips. “You’re gonna stay out here and dance with me while my cum runs down those pretty legs. I want anyone who didn’t see me fuck you to see the evidence of it and know you’re mine. Maybe then they’ll know not to fucking touch you again.”

Something inside me warmed at the fierce possessiveness in his voice, and even though the wet, sticky cum felt weird being left to drip down my legs, having his attention fixed on it made it worth it. So I did as I was told. I wrapped my arms around his neck and resumed the sensual dancing that we’d paused in order to fuck. All the earlier jealousy I’d felt had completely dissolved. All that remained now was the heedy, fluttering I always got when Zagan looked at me. I still wasn’t sure what it meant or what I really felt, but that was fine. I didn’t need to know. Having him here was enough.

Chapter 28

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