Page 33 of Demon Sworn
I moan when his lips leave my mouth and travel down my neck over the rapid beat of my pulse. My eyelashes flutter as my head leans back against the wall, and I whimper when someone else’s hand—not Van’s, which are still on my hips—reaches in to tweak a nipple through my shirt.
I faintly hear the secretary’s heels clack down the hall toward us. “What are you—You can’t do that in here!”
Her outraged tone fades, though, as I look up into Van’s dilated eyes while Raz orders, “Unzip her jeans. Get her off. She needs it.”
I’ve never been more excited to hear him issue an order. At least, not since that moment in the van. That memory inches my need up another notch, and as Van caresses me slowly, my hand clenches over his, making him press harder as my gaze searches gratefully for Raz.
I watch the leader of my demons grin at me before he turns, stomps down the hall, and picks the secretary up by the back of her shirt like she’s a naughty puppy. He tromps away with her literally in hand, while Akor, Van, and Zolroth eagerly strip off my jeans and arrange themselves around my body. Akor dives underneath my T-shirt like it’s a tent, popping my breasts up over the bra cups so he can lap at my nipples and send delicious sensation spiraling down my spine. His breath quickly warms my chest, and when he blows across my wet nipple, my toes curl in delight.
Zolroth turns my head sideways towards him and starts to leisurely kiss me while Van slides down to his knees and yanks down my blue panties just enough so that he can kiss my core, wedging my thighs apart with his face.
Right there, in the hallway of some business office, in the middle of the day, with a fluorescent hall light gleaming above us, lighting us up for all to see, my demons work my body.
Knowing how naughty we’re being just adds to the thrill, to the tremble in my thighs and the desperation I feel.
We could get caught at any moment.
I hear the creak of a door, and I break off my kiss from Zolroth long enough to see a human guy in a suit standing frozen just outside his office, his eyes locked onto the debauchery in front of him.
Old Katrina would have been embarrassed. The mood would have instantly been lost, and I would have run away in mortification. New Katrina just gives the guy a wink and turns back to kiss Zolroth as Van’s tongue hits the spot and my thighs start to quake.
“More,” I whimper, biting Zolroth’s bottom lip. “Right there, Van.”
“He kissing how you like, love?” Zolroth asks.
I nod as my mind starts to falter and dither.
“Let’s all kiss the lady how she likes, gents,” Zolroth says before diving back to my mouth. His hand strays to my chin and gently angles my face, his kisses soft and teasing, his tongue gliding over mine and then darting away, making me chase it.
Akor’s tongue starts to lap faster, and he brings his fingers up to tweak my other nipple. Van starts to stroke my lower lips with one of his fingers as his mouth sucks hard on my clit, and then he hums.
I break away from kissing Zolroth because I’m panting too hard to concentrate. His mouth moves to my earlobe and my sensitive neck as my knees begin to buckle.
My eyes seek out the stranger again. He still hasn’t moved. He’s still staring with his deep brown eyes. Still watching as sparks start to flit behind my eyes and my hips start to gyrate. His eyes flicker down to my core though it’s blocked from his view by Van’s head, lust splayed across his face.
A shadowy figure smashes into the stranger with a primitive, possessive growl, knocking him backwards into his office before slamming the door of his office shut.
Raz leans against the door, trapping the voyeur inside. My nightmare demon’s eyes flash red as he scans me from head to toe. He’s got a blue raspberry sucker in his mouth—probably from the secretary’s desk—and he twirls it suggestively over his tongue as he watches the other demons make me come apart in the hallway.
14
Katrina
“This is fucking stupid.”I fold my arms over my chest and level a flinty-eyed glare at Akor as we stand in the halls of Lakeside Prep. The uniform is as uncomfortable as I remember it being, with the white blouse, tweed skirt, and dark blazer.
I don’t give two shits that Zolroth made me come on his fingers while he got me dressed this morning. Now, I regret my mindless acquiescence to this idiotic plan. I was coerced! With cooter tickles!
I huff out a pouty breath, knowing that I’d probably give in to Zolroth all over again if given half a chance. There’s just something about a British accent, isn’t there?
But as I stare at the school, I realize I don’t belong here anymore.
Around me, students go about their day as if life is perfectly normal, as if everything hasn’t blown up in my face throughout the last few days, as if there isn’t a grinning pain demon leaning against the locker opposite me.
A grinning pain demon, I might add, who doesn’t even technically go to the school.
When he first arrived today, his pink mohawk vibrant in the artificial lighting of the school and dressed in a white tank top and ripped jeans, the principal just about had a brain aneurysm. But he must’ve seen something in his eyes that had him clamping his mouth shut before he could comment on Akor’s appearance.
You see, Akor is an astute, compassionate monster, but only towards me. To the rest of the world, he’s simply a monster, merciless and damaged. Everything about him is predatory, reminding me eerily of an animal lying in wait in tall grass, using every ounce of patience it possesses to stop itself from pouncing on the unsuspecting prey. The animal, like with Akor, much prefers for the prey to be close enough to kill with a single bite.
