Page 38 of Veil of Death and Shadow

Fuck I hadn’t realized how right Sora was, how badly I needed a release—to just fucking let myself go.

To forget about The Undoing.

Frank.

The diner.

My past.

Him.

For one night.

I could survive one night of pure, unadulterated hedonism—couldn’t I?

More than that, I could let myself enjoy it.

I deepened the kiss, my chest tightening at his responding groan.

Ren’s fingers dug into my back, holding me against his thigh as heat pooled low in my belly.

With a teasing grin, I pulled back, turned around, pressed my ass against his obviously erect dick, and danced, letting the music move my body wherever it wanted to go. I felt strangely powerful, knowing that this stranger—a demon, no less—was as affected by my touch as I was his.

A woman around my age, tall and curvy, with red hair, green eyes, and a fuck-me shade of crimson lipstick on her mouth swayed towards us, until she caged me from the other side.

A dark chuckle spilled from Ren’s lips, against my ear, as his fingers dug against my hips—not letting me stray too far from him as she sandwiched me between them. “This is Lenora—a good friend of mine.”

For the rest of the song, the three of us danced together, our bodies hot and twined as they both ran their hands along my sides, my arms.

I glanced down at Lenora’s wrist, noting the absence of a band again. How many humans were here tonight? And how many of the people here were something . . . more?

When she pressed her mouth against my neck, I froze, half expecting her to bite me. Instead, she sucked and licked, and I eased against her, swallowing a soft moan.

Ren’s hand swept up my right thigh, curling towards where it met my left.

Screw it—maybe I’d fuck them both tonight.

My vision blurred, until I saw both the club surrounding us and the faint etchings of more—the trees I’d seen in the hallway, dark and gray.

I blinked again, and they vanished, the chaotic hunger of the dance floor blurring it out.

But my focus caught on a man leaning against the bar, his eyes latched on mine, burning me. Silvery-white hair, a dark shirt that made his pale skin stand out in contrast.

It was him; I was sure of it.

His expression was unreadable, but I froze under his stare, my connection to the dancers and music snapping like a severed cord

It had been six years since I’d seen him, but now twice in one day? That couldn’t be a coincidence.

“You okay?” Lenora whispered, her voice dripping with the same heat I’d been swimming in just two seconds ago.

I turned back to her nodding.

“Yeah—” I said. I cleared my throat, straightening. “Yes. I just need to use the restroom. You guys go on without me.”

She furrowed her brows, her hand still against my hip. “You sure? Want me to go with you?” She glanced up at Ren, her expression teasing. “Or maybe both of us?”

I shook my head, unfolding myself from them both. “I’m good, promise.”

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