Page 44 of Raising Hell: MMF Edition

The club pulsates with the rhythmic beat of music that gives this place a heartbeat of its own. Its veins are filled with dancing, sweaty humans; half of them are stumbling around, clearly intoxicated, and the other half are eye-fucking every warm body that walks past.

“Want to get some drinks?” Ruby asks, her hands wringing in front of her. Even looking like a gourmet meal and flanked by two powerful demons, our little firecracker is nervous. It’s a charming quirk of her personality.

It also means I get endless opportunities to remind her how perfect she is.

“Cas can get them,” Amon announces, and I roll my eyes but nod. He tugs me forward, hand firm on my nape and voice directly in my ear as he tells me what to order. A spark tiptoes up my spine, making me shiver as a gentle nip scrapes against the hinge of my jaw.

Fuck, the things this man can do with his mouth.

His grin is full of filthy promises when he pulls back, smacking my ass. “Go be a good boy and fetch.”

Still tingling from his touch, I make my way to the bar and signal the bartender. His initial annoyance fades when our eyes meet, and a flirty grin replaces his frown as he saunters over, biting his lip. “Hey there,” he purrs, leaning in close so we can hear each other. “What can I get for you?”

“Two whiskey sours for my friends, and a Puckering Chocolate Starfish for me.” I toss him a wink, as humans do, in case it motivates him to hurry.

He explodes into a cough and pounds a fist against his chest, his face flaming as he clears his windpipe. “Do…what…now?”

“A Puckering Chocolate Starfish,” I repeat louder, enunciating every syllable, and the lady beside me snorts her drink out of her nose. I thump her on the back before she flees, presumably towards the restroom to clean herself. That was messy.

The bartender’s wild-eyed stare suggests they may not serve those kinds of drinks here. That’s fine—Amon gave me a few options he thought I’d enjoy. “How about a Back Alley Tongue Puncher?”

His face is turning positively purple now, and he pulls his lips between his teeth. To be honest, he looks constipated as he says, “Listen, buddy, you’re hot but your pickup lines could use some work.”

Annoyed that he’d hit on me while I’m trying to order, I hold my hand up and silence him. “If you can’t do that, how about you make me a Creamy Briefs?”

A man that just sidled up beside me at the bar mutters a quiet, “Nope,” and walks away, and my frown digs deeper.

These people aren’t very friendly.

Through the commotion of the crowd, Amon’s howling laughter reaches my ears, and I freeze as I realize what’s happening. The bartender’s lips twitch with amusement before he can’t contain himself anymore, doubling over with laughter and slapping the bar.

“Those aren’t real drinks, are they?”

“N-n-no,” he finally gets out, tears forming in his eyes.

“Uh huh,” I mutter with a nod. “I’ve been played, haven’t I?”

“`Fraid so, buddy,” he says, still wiping his eyes. “How about I make you three whiskey sours, one on the house?”

“I’d rather have it in a cup,” I say, and he chokes out another laugh, but nods.

As he walks away, he mutters so low my demon hearing is barely able to pick up what he says. “The hot ones are always so fucking dumb.”

Strange.

Amon’s laughter hasn’t stopped as I return, carrying three glasses. Ruby’s attempt to stifle her giggles fails as her blushing skin betrays her. “Aww, Cas, did they not have what you wanted?” Amon asks, gleeful.

“Hold these, please, Ruby,” I say sweetly as I hand over the short cups.

The moment she takes them, I grab Amon by the neck and slam him against the wall, catching him off guard. He’s still grinning, his stunning smile wider than I’ve ever seen, and it makes keeping a straight face challenging.

“No luck with the puckering starfish?” he asks, wheezing against my grip.

“What do you think?”

“What about the creamy briefs?” He reaches forward and cups my cock, and I suck in a surprised gasp. “Nope,” hemurmurs, giving me a slow stroke before pulling his hand away. “Not yet, at least.”

“You’re an ass,” I growl, pushing my face closer until our breath mingles in the tiny space between us. The cocky motherfucker just winks at me, then closes the distance and catches my lips in a kiss that makes me forget why I was even upset.

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