Page 72 of Satanic Shadow
“Valin?”
I sigh and drop my head back. “Just shut up.”
“Yes or no. Have you fucked Valin?”
“What is your deal with him?” He’s silent, so I raise a brow. “Did he steal your girlfriend or something?”
“He stole something,” he says. “Stay away from him.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
The cult studies professor tuts. “You have stopped moving!”
We both huff, and Dane pulls us into the routine again.
I know the routine for some reason. I move before he does, and he needs to follow my lead. I slide my leg up to his side and throw myself back in another dip.
His hand is warm at the small of my back, holding me in place. I let go of him, running my fingers through my hair as he lifts me into the air by the hips, my navel in line with his mouth. He looks up at me, eyes dancing, shining, a flicker of silver sinking in as I slide down his body to my feet.
He watches me the entire time now, and without meaning to, or knowing that I can, I dive into his mind and the wave of loneliness and grief I find there nearly chokes me. I gasp ashe holds me in his mind, traps me, and I see a river of blood flowing, rapid, full of the faces of everyone I love.
He releases me from his mind, and before I can push away or react, the song ends, and Dane dips me one last time. His mouth lands on mine, and I shove my hands into his hair to hold him to me as I kiss him back. I’m not sure what kind of kiss we’re supposed to be ending this with, but Dane’s fingers wrap around my thigh, my back sliding onto the ground as he settles on top of me.
Our bodies become one as our lips part in unison, tongues moving together, tasting each other’s sins as we ignore all the students and keep going. His hand inches higher on my leg, a shadow of a touch on my throat as his other hand presses to the ground to keep his full weight off me.
I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, and he growls, a low growl that makes me want to kill everyone in the room so I can have all of him.
He tilts his head to deepen the kiss, devouring me with an audience. He laces one of our hands together, and my palm stings. I ignore it, ignoring the people around us, ignoring my own thoughts telling me to get a grip as I hook my ankle behind his leg and slide my tongue against his.
“No one can see us,” he says against my mouth. “They think we are still dancing, mortal.”
I pull back and glance around—a dome of black is over us, an image of us reflecting off it, Dane spinning me around and me following his lead.
Something wraps around my throat, holding me to the ground. Dane sits up, looking down at me. “I could kill you right here, and no one will know.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
The Prince of Darkness cracks his neck to the side, eyes burning silver. “I’m undecided.”
For some reason, I smile. “Shame. This—”
I halt my words as Dane forces open my thighs with his shadow hands, pinning them to the floor as he hovers over me. “Shut up. I’m undecided if I should kill you or…” He trails his middle finger up my inner thigh, and my core pulses. “If I should finish all the tasks right now.”
“Both sound terrible.”
He smirks down at me. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
He drags his bottom lip between his teeth as he grabs the waistband of my skirt and drags it up, until the only barrier is my panties covering my pussy.
“You’re wet. Your scent is so strong, I can practically taste you. Is that because the idea of me fucking you with my fingers sounds terrible?”
I swallow, my lips parting as he runs his finger up the seam of my panties, teasing me, gathering wetness on his fingertip and rubbing it between his finger and thumb.
“You’re a little liar, aren’t you, mortal? Do you want me to drop the spell, so everyone can see how desperately you want me? Do you want me to do this?” My back arches as he pushes against the material with the tip of his finger, right against my entrance. “And they can watch?”
Sliding two fingers against my core, he pinches my clit between them, cupping my pussy in a firm hold.
