“I have water.” I glanced over his shoulder. “Besides, my friends are waiting for me.”

When I circled around him, he snatched my wrist. “Just on?—”

Before he could finish his sentence, someone snapped their hand around his throat, and the demon was suddenly hurled across the club. Another demon stood in front of me, the muscles in his back rippling.

“Daaaamn!” Mikayla shouted at our table.

My eyes widened, and I slowly lifted my gaze to meet the back of Acaros’s head.

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

ACAROS

“This ought to be fun,”Dani, the queen of lust, hummed as I stormed past her.

After Amon crashed into the wall, he stood up and dusted himself off, a low growl escaping through his jagged teeth, his demon finally emerging. Envy—though an unfamiliar emotion—rushed through me.

He’d touched her.

He’d touched Iza.

My fist collided with Amon’s jaw, and he crumpled to the ground. With my hand around his throat to keep him in place, I picked him up into the air and slammed another balled fist into his cheekbone.

“Acaros!” Iza cried behind me. “What are you doing?!”

Why had she come down to The Lounge tonight? Only demons and a few paranormal creatures knew about this place. She should’ve never been able to find it. But now, she was standing behind me, getting hit on by every fucking demon in here.

I slammed my fist into that fucker’s face again, sending him flying into a table. The bartender came around the front of the bar, placing a hand on my chest and warning me not to cause any more trouble or else he’d banish me from coming back.

Iza suddenly appeared by my side. “What is wrong with you?!”

“I’m taking care of a fucking problem.”

“How was he a problem to you?”

“He fucking touched you,” I snarled, grabbing a Passion Delight off the counter. “That’s how he’s a problem to me, Iza.” I took a swig of it, hoping that it’d calm me down. “What are you fucking doing here anyway?”

I had come here to blow off some steam after she pissed me off back at her place, to convince myself that this was some sort of—what humans called—crush, that I didn’t care if she believed that I was real or not, and that I didn’treallywant to get her pregnant.

My dick stiffened inside my pants at the thought of getting this hellcat of a woman pregnant with my child—a demon—which would forge a bond between us forever. I gritted my teeth and cursed underneath my breath, getting harder.

“What are you doing here?” I repeated, a second away from losing it … and asking for a Lust Room, where I would pound that pretty body into a bed all night.

“I … you really are a demon,” she whispered, gazing up at my head. “Your horns …”

Because if she stared at my horns for one more second with those huge brown eyes, I’d ask her to touch them. I grabbed her by the elbow and dragged her out of the center of the room and toward the back, where there was a bit more privacy.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I said.

“My friend brought me here,” she said, glancing over her shoulder.

After following her gaze, I saw that cursed woman with curly, bright red hair, who had murmured that summons with the Ouija board on Halloween night, smirking at us. Iza’s other friend sat to the redhead’s right, looking at Varoth.

Iza must’ve noticed the lust oozing from her friend, too, because a sudden waft of pleasure drifted from Iza’s pussy and through my nose. I grunted and closed my eyes, needing to leave before I lost complete control around her.

“Let’s go,” I said, guiding her to the exit.