Page 46 of Raising Hell

I lean in and press my lips to his, although it’s a struggle to maintain any sort of rhythm as we dance.

A few songs go by like this, and slowly, Rory loosens up. When an upbeat melody comes on, he gasps. “I love this song!” he squeals, inhibitions forgotten as he bounces to the beat. Sweat beads on his skin like dewdrops and his cheeks flush, his brilliant smile a sight to behold.

He’s a solitary rose, blooming in the sea of darkness with a fiery defiance—an irresistible burst of happiness among the crowd. Those green eyes sparkle like emeralds in the strobing lights, his creamy complexion bathed in splashes of blues, greens, and purples.

I want to worship at his feet.

Amon grabs his hand and spins him, and Rory shrieks, joyful laughter exploding out of him. After a few twirls, Amon pulls Rory against him, back pressing to his chest.

Over Rory’s shoulder, Amon meets my gaze and gives a pointed gesture with his eyes. I return it with a subtle nod and wait a few seconds to glance in the direction he’s indicating. Immediately, I spot Rory’s ex and his new fiancé. The brown-haired man is dancing, but Johnny is standing shock-still, eyes glued to Rory.

Game on.

I draw nearer to Rory, pressing my body against his as we move. He lays back, resting his head on Amon and giving me a serene smile. “You are stunning,” I whisper as I lean in, and his smile spreads.

Rory gives a happy hum as I kiss him, gripping his hips before wandering inward, brushing the bulge of his growing erection. “Greedy thing,” Amon mutters, threading his fingers through Rory’s hair and jerking his head aside to expose his throat. “Maybe I want a turn.” I huff a laugh as I chase Rory’s lips, kissing him deeper as Amon’s mouth lands on his neck.

My hands travels, tracing the contour where his thigh meets his hip, until my fingers move closer to his cock again. With a gentle swipe of my thumb, I graze over the ridge under his pants.

He moans against my kiss as Amon crowds him from behind. Rory gasps and his head tilts up as he breaks our kiss, leaning into the sensations as my thumb swipes again. Amon and I each take one side of his neck, sucking and licking as the three of us dance to the music.

Ready to make my move, to slide my fingers inside his pants and jerk him until he comes in the middle of this club,I tuck my fingertips under his belt when an unfamiliar voice breaks through the moment.

“Rory?” I lift my head and meet Amon’s eyes with a snarl already on my lips. “Is… is that you?”

Chapter 21

Amon

Cas is an overprotective watch dog as he whirls around, baring his teeth at Rory’s ex. “You dare let my man’s name leave your pathetic lips?”

Drama queen.

Only the need for a united front keeps my eyeroll in check.

My approach is more subtle, staring at Johnny with a glower that makes him visibly wilt.

I don’t break our stare-off as I bend over, pressing my lips against Rory’s neck and nudging the fabric of his shirt aside to expose more of his creamy skin. Johnny tracks the movement, and my voice is deadly calm as I say, “Eyes up here if you want them to remain in your head.”

His eyes rush to mine before flickering over to Rory, who leans against me with Cas standing in front of him, shoulders thrown back and chest inflated.

Johnny doesn’t know where to look, nervously darting between us, not lingering anywhere for more than a few heartbeats. The brunette he’s here with stands a few feet away, arms crossed and annoyed.

Finally, a tiny over-confident smirk curls on his lips as he focuses on Cas, deciding he is the lesser of two evils. “Yourman, huh? If he’s your man, why is your buddy back there with his hands all over him?”

Stupidandbrave. Dangerous combination.

“Why? Jealous?” Cas returns his smirk with an even snarkier one of his own. “Roryismine,” he says as he half-turns, pressing into his side while still staring at Johnny. “Aren’t you, baby?”

He moves his eyes to Rory’s green ones, softening in an instant. Rory’s smile is sweet as he tilts his chin up, silently requesting something Cas will never deny him. “Sure am,” he murmurs, right as their lips meet.

The tick of Johnny’s jaw as he watches them kiss gives me endless pleasure, and I let a devilish grin spread across my mouth. “Stop hogging our boy.” Cas chuckles as he releases Rory, making room for me as I claim his lips.

Johnny’s gasp is loud and dramatic, and when Rory hesitates, I grip his chin and hold him in place. “Now, now, love.” I pull back just enough to look him in the eyes. “A king shouldn’t have to interrupt hisveryimportant business for a mere peasant like him.”

“You are absolutely right.” He flashes me a smile, and I steal another kiss while his ex stammers.

“What… what…” He scoffs, and I release Rory’s lips and wrap my arms protectively around his middle. He’s almost purring with contentment as Cas slides his arm around us both. “What is this? Some sort of sick—?”

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