Page 26 of The Devil and His Goddess

“Yeah,” Xander laughed at the same time Dante snarled, “No.”

I leaned an elbow back on the table to hold Dante’s scowl. “You think Zagan killed an innocent demon for no reason?Zagan, who doesn’t give a shit about sharing his toys or getting violent, justkilleda demon for the Hell of it?”

“Yeah, this is Zagan, man,” Xander chimed in. “It’s not Coldin.”

I glanced at the demon in question, who stared at the ceiling as he took a deep drag of the red cigarette. His skull neck tattoo stood out with his head stretched back as he exhaled a cloud of pink, hazy smoke through his pierced lip. There was no need for him to comment. We all knew it was true.

“Look,” Dante growled as he rested his arms on the table and pointed a dark-clawed finger at us. “All I’m saying is we can’t fall in love. We’re fucking demons, not humans. Stop being fucking idiots just because Zagan decided to monopolize thisonehuman.”

I shrugged, not bothering to argue with my fellow Incubus. Did I believe demons could fall in love? Sure, under the right circumstances. I’d seen it happen before for different demons, and I was fairly sure it was happening right in front of me with one of my closest friends.

I faced the dance floor and realized I’d missed something good, because Zagan had Iyla in his arms with her legs around his waist. His tattooed hands gripped her underside tightly as he pumped his dick in and out of her. I let out a low whistle, watching him fuck her senseless. Their mouths and tongues crashed in hungry desperation, and Zagan’s thrusts matched that need.

Watching them made my own cock thicken in my jeans, and I groaned with another glance at the time. It was still probably too early for my goddess to be in a deep sleep, but I didn’t give a damn. I’d been pent up with a need for her forweeksnow, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

I needed her.

Fuckingnow.

I turned my seat back around as Eden appeared at the table. Her strawberry-blonde curls had come loose during her erotic dance show, appearing slightly mused around her tall, ribbed black horns. Her nipples poked at her pink bra, and she adjusted her black leather shorts like they were suddenly too tight.

“Shit,” Eden gasped as she fanned her cheeks. Her golden Mischief eyes flicked back to Zagan and Iyla before sweeping around the table. “Do you guys see those two? Fucking hot. Now I’m horny, so who wants to fuck? Pers?”

Her big eyes practically pleaded with mine, but I stood with a shake of my head. “Sorry, doll. I’m about to get off elsewhere.”

Her glossy lips stuck out in a pout, but she immediately turned to the next closest demon, which happened to be Xander. “Xany?”

“Hell, yeah!” Xander beamed, his own golden eyes brightening at the prospect of getting laid. He opened his arms, and Eden fell into his lap as they immediately started to kiss like two horny fucking teenagers.

“Later guys,” I said to Dante and Coldin.

“Night, man,” Dante said mindlessly as he continued to watch Zagan and Iyla on the dance floor.

Coldin merely tipped his chin in lieu of a goodbye.

Conjuring shadows, I stepped through them, and the loud sounds and flashing red lights of the club immediately faded. When I came out on the other side, I stood in the hallway outside of Harper’s bedroom door. There was the soft chatter of a TV coming from down the hall in the direction of her friend’s room, but I heard nothing beyond the wooden door separating me from my prey.

I stepped through the door and entered the room as if the barrier didn’t exist. Harper was already tucked in bed, laid on her side. I smirked at the vision of her lying there, completely vulnerable to me. My goddess had no idea a demon hovered by her feet, a monster lurking in the darkness as he waited to make her his. The thought made me bite my lip to stave off an eager growl.

I moved in her direction, and at the same moment, her body twitched. I froze mid-step. Had I judged wrong and she was actually awake? Even if she was, I hadn’t appeared in her world yet, so there was no way she could know I was here. No sooner had I questioned all of this than theintoxicatingscent of her arousal hit me. I inhaled deeply, letting my head fall back on a breathy groan as I palmed my thickening dick through my jeans. The smell of her desire was fuckingdivine, and I ached to sink my face into her folds to get even closer to it.

I quickly held my hand out and conjured Coldin’s mask that I’d borrowed to pay Harper these visits. I slipped it on, careful to pull my black horns through the holes on top and mindful of not ripping the bottom with my claws. With the skull mask securely over my head, I stepped out of the shadows and stalked toward Harper’s side just as she whimpered softly.

“What are you dreaming of, filthy little creature?” I asked gruffly.

I settled on the edge of the bed, and I hovered my palm over her closed eyes. Instead of reading her desires, I sank into her dream to watch her fantasy play out like a movie on a screen behind my closed eyelids. The images nearly made me cum right then and there like a fucking teenage human who couldn’t hold his load.

Dream Harper, in nothing more than a white tank-top and black panties, panted on her knees with half-lidded eyes as a masked demon—me—held her arms behind her back with one clawed hand and gripped her tousled black hair with the other. The demon in her dream licked a slow trail up the side of her neck as though the mask didn’t obstruct the freedom of his mouth. He bit down hard under her ear, making her nipples poke through the tank and her body to squirm where she rested on her knees.

Another figure appeared in the corner of the empty room, and when he stepped out of the shadows, I nearly lost my grip on her dream.

It wasme. Or rather, the human version of me.

Her cloudy eyes followed my human form as I got on my knees in front of her, pulling her center close to hover over my crotch. The demon yanked on her hair while my human form ripped her underwear off as though it were paper. She bit her lip to keep her moan contained, and the human me reached forward to squeeze her cheeks hard, forcing her lips open and the gasp out. The sound became achingly desperate as my human form freed his cock and shoved it inside of her. He fucked her slow yet fiercely, all while the demon at her back kept her held hostage and sucked on her neck.

“Goddamn,” I gasped as I came out of her dream.

Already, my chest rose and fell hard, and beads of precum gathered on the head of my dick. I knew she was into me. That was no secret. But to see her dreaming of both versions of myself—even if she didn’t know the masked demon wasme—made me want to make her mine even more.

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