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“What?” I was paying attention to the girls jealously staring at the two hotties holding me. I’m not sure what he means.
“Eat their hearts?” Akor unwraps his arm from around me and picks up the nearest student, a guy with a stick-like figure who trembles.
“No, sweetie. Not tonight.” I grab onto Akor’s arm until he puts down the dude. Then I pull him away.
He sighs and lets me lead him towards the door. “Yeah, well, at least meowing was fun.”
I laugh as we walk out onto the front lawn. “Glad someone liked that.”
On my other side, Zolroth whispers in my ear, “I much prefer when you meow in private, with my hands all over you.” He spins me and kisses me on the lawn, his talented tongue plunging into my mouth and starting a dance that’s so intricate, it might have been choreographed. His fingers drag through my hair and start to drift lower.
A loud car horn interrupts whatever was going to come next. Headlights blind me.
I jump, and Zolroth ends up biting my lip and swearing.
We both turn to see who the hell is interrupting us.
I see the demons’ van pulled up off the street, over the sidewalk and onto the lawn, headlights facing right at us. Raz is at the wheel, Kastros staring out grumpily beside him. Between them, having hopped out of his seat, is Adam, who is making very exaggerated gagging faces about our kissing. The side door slides open, and Van climbs out.
“Party’s over!” he calls.
“It was just getting started,” Zolroth retorts, but he holds my hand and crosses the grass to the van with me.
“Katty!” Adam rushes at me. “Guess what?! Guess what?! We’re having an ice cream party! We got ice cream and hot fudge!”
“And whipped cream,” Van adds with a twinkle in his eye.
“And cherries?” Akor asks, his tone innocent, but his hand sneaking down to pinch my ass.
“Lots of those. And lots of nuts,” Van replies. “So, so many nuts.”
I grin, and naughty inspiration strikes. “Looks like this night is saved then. Let’s go scoop some ice cream and then drizzle those soft mounds with hot melted fudge and coat them in whipped cream so thick, you can’t even see them, then sprinkle them with all kinds of delicious toppings we can lick right off…”
Every demon in the van moans out loud.
Adam giggles. “I think they really want ice cream.”
I laugh. “I think you’re right, buddy.”
We did eat ice cream.
But then, after Adam was asleep, each one of my demons had a second dessert. And I have to say, I thought that one was even more delicious than the first.
19
Van
I’m in my office,staring dreamily at the wall and fantasizing about spraying whipped cream on Katrina’s thighs again, lapping slowly up her soft skin, watching her try to writhe in delight but my murder holding her carefully in place for me. Ice cream night is my new favorite tradition. We’ve decided we need to do it weekly.
Someone tries the door handle, but I’ve locked it.
I’ve already dealt with three sobbing girls today and had to watch them use up half a box of tissue. And I couldn’t even roll my eyes in superior judgment of them and their broken hearts, because I know exactly how it felt when I thought Katrina had left me.
My advice is always the same. “You need to ride a new dick to realize how small the last one was.” But I can’t muster up the lust magic to make them take it to heart. Because sex without love just seems…wrong now.
I can’t imagine touching anyone other than my sweet Trina.
As if my mind has conjured her, I hear her voice through my door and the handle rattles. “Van! Let me in!”
