Page 45 of Raising Hell: MMF Edition

He pinches my lower lip between his teeth, and I groan at the sting, unable to stay mad at him. After I release him, we both shift our attention to Ruby, her face a wavering mix of exhaustion and arousal.

It’s a good look on her, honestly.

Ah, who am I kidding? My little red rose is gorgeous no matter what she’s doing.

“Bottoms up, boys,” she says, handing over our cups. I frown again, twisting to glance at my ass, and Ruby’s hand lands on my arm, forcing my attention back to her. “It just means to drink.”

Her patience is boundless, I swear.

“Obviously, I knew that,” I say, grinning as she rolls her eyes, and the three of us raise our glasses.

Amon is relaxed as he surveys the club, his tall stature giving him a clear view above the head of everyone in this crowded room. He’s the predator, on the hunt for his prey. The very second he finds his target, I recognize it by the subtle narrowing of his eyes and the confident tilt of his chin.

It’s a challenge, even from this far away.

Amon waits patiently, tapping his fingers against the tabletop, as Ruby and I finish our drinks. With a smooth smile, he takes her hand. “Ready to dance?”

Ruby grimaces, glancing down at her empty cup. “I might need more alcohol. It won’t make me graceful, but I won’t care as much.”

Chuckling, I take her glass and leave it on the table, weaving our fingers as we navigate through the throngs of people. Music here on Earth differs from what’s mainstream in Hell. It’s more upbeat, with less screaming involved… although I heard Ruby singing along to a band called Slip Not. They sounded pretty similar to many of our popular musicians.

Poor thing, she doesn’t know how to scream at all, but she tried.

“I refuse to return to the bar,” I say, and Amon’s cheeks lift in a grin. “Just pointing that out since I finally realized whatcreamy briefsmeans.”

He and Ruby both laugh, hers paired with an apologetic smile. Amon leads us towards our destination, while she’s clueless that we’re heading anywhere specific. When we get close enough, he spins and smirks down at Ruby, gripping her hips.

She’s nervous at first, but Amon guides her movements so they’re swaying in sync. I give her a chance to relax into the beat before I move in behind her, my hands over his. She glances over her shoulder at me, laying her head back on my chest, and flashes a beautiful smile that’s impossible not to kiss.

So, I do.

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

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

She’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, her creamy complexion bathed in splashes of blues, greens, and purples.

I want to worship at her feet.

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

Over her shoulder, he 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 Ruby’s ex and his new fiancée. The brown-haired woman is dancing, but Johnny is standing shock-still, eyes glued to Ruby.

Game on.

I draw nearer to Ruby, pressing my body against hers as we move. She lays back, resting her head on Amon and giving me a serene smile. “You are beautiful,” I whisper as I lean in, and her smile spreads.

She gives a happy hum as I kiss her, gripping her hips before wandering down her legs, searching for bare skin. “Greedy thing,” Amon mutters, threading his fingers through her hair and jerking her head aside to expose her throat to him. “Maybe I want a turn.” I huff a laugh as I chase her lips, kissing her deeper as his mouth lands on her neck.

My hands travel down, tracing the contour of her leg, until I slide my fingertips under her skirt, gathering the fabric as I push higher. With a gentle swipe of my thumb, I graze her inner thigh, teasingly close to her pussy.

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

Ready to make my move, to plunge my fingers inside her and finger her until she comes in the middle of this club, I slide my hand higher when an unfamiliar voice breaks through the moment.

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

Chapter 21

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