Page 8 of Summoning Sex Demons

Before Jada could say another word, I yanked on her wrist to pull her out of the seat and plopped my ass right where she had been sitting. I shrank down into the seat, trying to hide my face behind the flaps of my jacket.

Mikayla giggled. “What, did you see someone that you hooked up with last night?”

My face burned in embarrassment, and while I’d bet that she was talking about someone at the Halloween party, this was someone I was almost certain I’d hooked up with last night. But I didn’t know if it was in my dreams … or real.

The bell on the door clattered, and a wall of peppermint hit me.

Jada stiffened and swiped some hair into her face. “Fuck.”

“You too, Jada?” Mikayla hummed.

“Shut up!” she whisper-yelled back.

Our entire table, even Mikayla, stayed quiet as they walked to the counter and ordered.

Jealousy pooled inside my gut at the pretty pink-haired girl with freckles leaning over the counter to flirt with him. I stared down at my half-eaten Fervor Crisp and hoped they’d just leave after they ordered.

Heat coursed through my body and pooled in between my thighs, my panties soaked at the memory—or dream or whatever it was—of that monster inside me last night. But that monster definitely hadn’t been human like this guy was.

He had horns, and Mr. Handsome over there didn’t.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the trio grab their baked goods off the counter and turn around to head back out the door and disappear from my life forever. And while that might’ve been the ideal scenario, instead, they took a seat at the table across from us.

Fuck.

When I dared myself to look back up at Jada, the handsome man behind her had his eyes locked on me. I shifted my gaze from Jada to the man, heart pounding inside my chest and nerves zipping through me.

W-why w-was he staring at me … like that?

Albeit it had been dark, those were the same eyes that I had seen last night.

I knew that they were.

His lips curled into a small smirk, and suddenly, my pussy was clenching and unclenching almost instinctively, as if it remembered the way he’d felt inside me last night … in my dreams. I clutched on to the chair and pressed my thighs together, making the pressure worse.

I jumped out of my seat. “I’ll be right back. I need some air.”

“Some air?” Mikayla repeated. “What are you?—”

Before she could finish her sentence, I zoomed out the door and walked to the side of the building so I wouldn’t be tempted to look through the windows at those dark, almost-black eyes that had burned into my skin from the table over.

What the hell was going on with me?! I had been surrounded by good-looking frat boys last night and didn’t give a hell. And now, I was freaking out over some handsome, billionaire-looking, huge-muscled man that I didn’t even know!

After rubbing my hands over my face, I shook my head.Get it together, Iza.

Last night had all just been a dream. It hadn’t happened, no matter how much Jada seemed to remember something happening too. Maybe I had gotten drunker than I thought at the party, or maybe someone had slipped a hallucinogen inside my drink. Did they even have liquid forms of hallucinogens?! Or was that my mind making more shit up?—

Peppermint drifted through my nose again, and I stiffened.

“Iza,” he purred from behind me. “I had a feeling I’d see you again.”

CHAPTER

FIVE

ACAROS

Iza twirled aroundto face me and craned her head up, eyes widening. “Y-you …”

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