Page 54 of Demon Kissed
He gives them a bored look before glancing back at me. “Now watch them.”
Immediately, they titter excitedly, and I can just imagine their conversation because it’s the same one I’ve had with Stace every time William has so much as looked in my direction.
“Yeah, well, not all of us were born with supermodel looks. I can’t just make guys fawn in two seconds flat.”
Van stands so that he’s next to me. Way,waytoo close. And for a second, I wonder if the beer I chugged is hitting me or if he’s using his lust power on me. Either way, I start to feel lightheaded. He leans down to my good ear and whispers, “Are you sure?”
I’m breathless. Frozen. My clit is screeching and doing a victory dance.
But Van just reaches around me and grabs his bowling ball, then saunters up to the lane like he’s completely unaware I just creamed my panties.
No big deal. He makes girls do it all the time, I tell myself. But that does not make me feel better. For some reason, I don’t like that Van does this to other girls. When he tosses his first ball and turns back to stare at me, he smirks.
“Shut up.” I turn away from him. “I don’t like you.”
He laughs.
Instead of dignifying that with another response, I move over to Zolroth, my real date for the evening. I sit down at his side and sigh with a strange sense of contentment when he wraps his arm around me. “Stop letting Van pick on me.”
“Van, leave the lady alone, or I’ll be forced to recruit a couple of furies to pluck your ballsack hair,” Zolroth threatens.
“Last time you tried that, they just ended up sucking my cock,” Van returns in a bored tone.
“Okay, fine. Gargoyles it is.”
Van’s eyes narrow.
Mine, on the other hand, widen. I turn to Zolroth and ask, “What are furies? And are gargoyles really…”
“Made of stone? Yeah. They don’t feel lust, which pisses Van right the fuck off. I’m not sure why I don’t invite them ’round more often. They’re both lower level demons. Carry out a lot of the functional administration for Hell.”
“Hell has an administration?”
Zolroth waves a hand leisurely as he tucks me in tighter under his arm. “To an extent. We have to track how many souls are swaying towards either side. That’s all a bit boring. Let me show you a dress I found for you online.”
I donotfind the subject of swaying souls toward Hell boring, but clearly, he’s not interested in talking about it. And when Zolroth shows me the tiny wisp of a dress he’s picked out for me, my mind clears of anything else.
“Whoa. Yeah. I would look terrible in that.” I stare at a model who has legs for days, plastic breasts, and then at the world’s tiniest pink dress made out of zig-zagging material that leaves a ton of skin on display.
“No. You would be hotter than her.” His fingers trace my hip suggestively.
“In some parallel universe, maybe,” I respond sarcastically.
“No. You’re mistaking plastic for hot. Girls with their bodies full of plastic aren’t automatically hot.”
I raise my eyebrows.
“Hot is a state of being, not a look.” His fingers clamp down on my hip, and then his nose comes forward to nuzzle my neck. It traces over the sensitive skin and my pounding pulse.
Holy shit. I feel like I’ve stepped into an inferno. Desire burns through me. But at the same time, so does apprehension. Is he about to kiss me? I imagine what his lips will feel like on mine. Will they be soft? Will he be a gentle, polite kisser, or will he be an exhibitionist like he was with the shoes? Will he tilt me back in the seat, kissing my lips, only to trail down my neck and then nibble on my earlobe?
My breathing quickens, and I let out a nervous little giggle.
Zolroth pulls back from my neck. “There. That. That is hot. You’re nervous and worked up and giddy. And I made you that way.” He scoops me into his lap and grabs the back of my neck.
And for a second, everything around us disappears. I forget about the other demons, who are most definitely watching us. I forget about the bowling alley, and the sound of balls smacking pins fades away. I even forget about William and Janie as I stare at him.
I swallow hard, before smiling awkwardly and scrambling off his lap. “Damn. You sure you’re not a lust demon too?”
