Page 61 of Demon Loved
Katrina
I don’t getto do the big declaration thing after I get home from the coffee shop, because I’m immediately swept into Akor’s arms. “I can’t believe you didn’t call me when an orgy broke out at school!” he complains.
“I…” I shrug, unsure what to say. I found the whole thing awkward at best, eye-gougingly horrific at worst, when I saw the janitor caressing the ass of my ancient science teacher as he shoved his tongue down her throat. “People were making out…”
“Oh, there was way more than making out in the gym,” Raz grumbles as he comes forward and plucks me out of Akor’s arms. He gives me a searing kiss, while I feel a hand slip under my skirt and caress my panties…
Which are stiff and crusted because…well, you know why.
I turn scarlet, and his hand stiffens. “Were you naughty too today, baby girl?” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
I bite my bottom lip and nod.
Raz’s grip on me tightens, and his eyes flash red, expression dangerous. “With whom?”
Crap on a cracker.
“Van.”
Akor laughs. “That explains the orgy! Fucker must have busted his magic nut at the same time.”
Raz doesn’t look amused, however. His eyes narrow on me. “That’s a big power surge for him. What exactly did you do?”
Fuck. Shit, no I don’t want to say fuck. I definitely do not want to tell an angry Raz that Van and I fucked. I’m fucked. Not in the good way. My mind is babbling and coming up with absolutely zero good excuses as Raz’s eyes sear holes into my face.
Zolroth strolls up, oblivious to the tension as he straightens his tie—he always has to change out of our “hideous” uniforms immediately after school. “Love, you’re late. Get changed. We’ve got to move!” He claps his hands together to emphasize his point.
That’s a mistake, because the noise just triggers Jason and the menagerie, who come sprinting down the hall and attack him with jumping and lots of licks. Jason even laps at Zolroth’s hand. “Brains?” His tone is frantic, and his butt waggles manically.
I can’t help but giggle as the animals all follow Jason’s lead, yapping and using their little teeth to yank on Zolroth’s expensive, grey plaid trousers.
“Ugh! No! Down! I just put on this suit! Now I need to change again!” My posh British demon storms off, calling out as he retreats, “Set her down, Raz. We can have dirty playtime later. But tips on breaking into Heaven? Those don’t come ’round every day.”
My eyes widen and travel to Raz, who’s holding me up above the yipping dogs, smacking Jason away when the zombie-dog-man tries to sniff my panties.
“They’re back?” I question, not even bothering to be specific. As far as I know, the other demon murder in town are the only “friends” my guys have.
“They’re back,” Raz grumbles. He turns with me still in his arms and wades through the pets down the hall. He passes Kastros, nodding at the big man, who jangles the van keys in his hand.
“We’ll be right there,” Raz says. He brings me to my room and shuts the door behind him. Then he growls, in a voice that makes my panties damp, “I should spank you for playing without me.” His tone is dominant, but I see a little change in his eyes. He’s angry, but hurt too.
Oh no.
My breath catches in my throat, and I can’t break eye contact as he slides me slowly down the front of his body, ensuring I feel the massive erection there. He smacks my ass, but lightly. “Change. Zolroth left an outfit out for you.”
I swallow hard but don’t turn and follow his instructions. Not yet. I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings! I don’t want to hurt any of their feelings!
It’s just so much. All five at once… I just… I knew Van would be gentle. I know he’s an expert… One at a time is less intimidating… I search through my head for the words that would make this better.
“You don’t have to make it better, princess. I know we’re a lot.”
“Aw, shit, I thought out loud again, didn’t I?” My cheeks are as bright as Bing cherries.
“Yes.” Raz grins darkly before he leans down, and his hot breath brushes against my ear as he says, “Besides, I know I was first. I had you firsthere.” He touches my temple.
I realize he’s right. He had me in my dreams. That perfect, unbelievable moment in the clouds re-enters my mind, and I stare up at him, suddenly completely uninterested in going to Heaven. My mouth dries out when I remember what he did to me.
“Nope. Not gonna happen, baby doll. You’ve been a bad girl. Not gonna give you what you think you want right now. Besides, I’ll bet that little pussy is sore.” He grabs my shoulders and spins me around. His dick presses into my back as he steps up behind me, then reaches down and cups my breasts in his big hands, his thumbs flicking over my nipples through my thin shirt and the lace of my bra—damn, my panties are gooey-er than a cinnamon roll right now—before releasing them and pressing on the top of my back, forcing me to step forward.
