Page 20 of Demon Stalked
“Katrina,” he practically purrs, and I swear my vagina does a tap-dance down below. “You look radiant.”
“Y-You look radiant as well,” I stutter, because I’m super eloquent like that.
“You want to see radiant?” Akor pushes himself forward, and my eyes practically bug out of my head when I see that he’s wearing a white suit that matches my white dress. His pink mohawk has been brushed to the side, and it somehow demotes him from intimidating to approachable. Except for his alligator shoes. “I shoved a firework up my—”
“Katrina,” Raz interrupts, stepping forward. He hasn’t bothered with a suit jacket, instead choosing to wear a collared shirt and black pants. His sandy brown hair has been swept back for the night, and with his dark, possessive presence, he’s almost giving off a Dracula vibe.
I wonder if that would offend him.
He cracks a grin. “Nothing you say offends me, princess,” he murmurs softly.
Oh, be still my heart. I swallow hard around the knot that’s just formed in my throat. I get caught up in his stare, and I feel a second of déjà vu, like I’ve done this with him before—this longing stare. I mean, I know practically every look I give him is drenched in longing, just like my panties are drenched after every gym class. Except earlier today, when the bastard stole them and I had to wear my gym shorts under my uniform all day so that the school didn’t get a free show.
As if he can read my thoughts, he pulls those panties out of his pocket, lifts them in front of me, and glides his thumb over the crotch.
Is death by spontaneous combustion possible?
(If so, I might be close. Call 911.)
A heavy hand on my shoulder turns me away from Raz, and I see Kastros. Unlike the others, who’ve gone pure human tonight, Kastros has embraced his demonic side. His thick blue horns protrude from his head, and his black wings extend from his back. He’s bare chested, and immediately, I hope like hell that no other girl at this school saw him walk in like that, because he’d start a riot. I know, because there’s currently one going on with my lady bits. They’re rioting and throwing Molotov cocktails at my clit, trying to entice her to get wild and crazy with them tonight and burn down all my personal rules.
Rules like meaningful, committed sex only.
I lift up my hand, but all I can sign is a stutteringH-Hi, because my eyes are too busy drinking in Kastros’ abs. It’s seriously a Herculean effort to drag my eyes up to meet his.
When I do, his smile is mischievous. And he signs,I’m going to kiss every inch of you.
My knees give out.
Seriously, right there in the middle of our mini-prom, my knees collapse and give way beneath me. They go on strike, and if Akor wasn’t such a stalker, I might have face planted. But he swoops in and saves me, scooping me up and giving me an Eskimo kiss. He rubs our noses together.
“Katty, my little cherry, we’re going to pop you tonight,” he says.
I pull away from him, panic stretching my eyes to full capacity until I’m sure I look like some fish-eyed, creepy Tim Burton claymation doll. “Nope. No popping.” I’m so not ready for that. I’m already half prepared for heartbreak. There’s no way I’m letting these demons have their sexy ways with me. I’ll never recover if I do.
Besides, wouldn’t they want an orgy? An orgy for my first time. Oh, that thought makes my heart flutter like a hummingbird. In a totally panicked, way too fast, no-good kind of way, even though the thought of all five of them naked and stroking themselves is so hot—
Nope. Cutting that thought off.
“No popping,” I repeat. My eyes flick to each of them, waiting for their individual nods of agreement. Van nods first and easiest. Kastros next with a brisk tilt of his chin. Raz just smiles at me and holds up his hands like he won’t touch. Zolroth juts his lower lip but nods. Then I turn back to Akor, wanting his confirmation.
He makes a pouty face for a second before his eyes light up in a way that’s both terrifying and electrifying. “Then I call the first slice of cherry pie!” And he sets me on my feet and dives underneath my beautiful white skirt. Literally dives, like a swimmer—full body with his hands over his head and everything.
I’m so shocked that I can’t even process for a moment.
Because who does that?
His entire body is under my skirt, and his hands are around my hips before I can move. I feel him nuzzle methere.
Oh snickerdoodle! What the hell is happening?
When I send a panicked “save me” look to Zolroth, the British demon only stalks forward with hooded eyes and takes my arms. “Use me for support, love,” he murmurs calmly as I feel Akor’s teeth nip at my panties.
“But, but…” I should be saying no. I should be. But Akor’s hot breath blows through the fabric of my lacy underwear and heats my slit. And I’m not sure if he is putting off crazy magic the way that Van throws off lust, but that flips a switch for me. His hell-heated breath makes the inside of my dress into a sauna. And it only takes a few seconds before I’m dripping with desire.
My eyes fly over to Raz, who simply stomps closer and reaches up to palm my breast through my dress.
I find I need Zolroth’s arms. I clench down hard on his muscular forearms, and all sane thoughts vanish from my head when Van wanders closer. He turns my head towards his for a gentle kiss, his lips barely brushing mine.
