Page 76 of The Devil and His Ghost

Xander frowned and studied every nook and cranny of the space. “I don’t sense anything here, either.”

I blew out a breath and leapt out of the tight box as though it had electrocuted me. I adjusted my glasses and averted my gaze. “Sorry. Ignore me. I—I’m probably just tired from reading charts for a week straight. I probably just need some fresh air.”

Xander started to reach for me again. “Ghost, you—”

I pulled away from him and started for the stairwell. “I’m going to the roof. You can go back to the file room.”

The cool air on top of the building seeped into me the moment I stepped out of the rooftop door. I breathed it in and ran my hands through my hair while dropping to crouch on my haunches.

“What the hell was that?” I asked myself, even while knowing I wouldn’t get an answer.

Chapter 26

Xander

(One and a Half Years Ago)

THE DRUGS AND ALCOHOL WERE wearing off. With the mind-numbing effects already slipping away from me, I grabbed the curvy woman’s waist and brought her down harder onto my dick while she sucked on Perseus’s cock above us and got rammed in the ass by Zagan. The dark-skinned woman moaned hard around Perseus’s shaft while I buried mine as far into her tight cunt as the position from under her and Zagan would allow.

Don’t think, don’t think, don’t think, don’t think.

The luscious human came as Perseus and Zagan cooed dirty words to her, but I didn’t hear what they said. I didn’t hear the exchange the duo had with the beauty between us as she got redressed and left the hotel room. I remained on my back, staring up at the ceiling while regaining control of my breathing. The high burned out of my system all too soon.

Zagan reappeared above my head, now in sweats but shirtless. He showed no signs of the two hour long group sex session. He raised his pierced brow at me. “Dude, you gonna put clothes on or just keep laying there with your dick out?”

“If you like looking at it, just say so,” I jested with a wide grin and thrust of my hips.

Zagan curled his lip in annoyance, a pillow appearing in his still human hand. He promptly dropped the pillow onto my face and held it down in an attempt to smother me. I thrashed and wiggled free of the murderous pillow and sat up on my knees to fix the Incubus with an outraged frown.

“Betrayal!” I shouted, pointing my finger at him. “So that’s how it is. We indulge in salacious activities together, only for you to try to kill me afterward. My heart is wounded. How will our friendship ever recover?”

“Are you auditioning for a role in some cringy romance-murder plot production?” Zagan asked in bewilderment.

I sat flat on my butt and stretched my legs out while reclining back on my hands. Still very naked but unbothered, I pursed my lips. “That does sound like a wash-rinse-repeat kind of plot, huh?”

Perseus came back into the bedroom from where he’d walked their dinner and my method of distraction out of the hotel suite.

“Hey, you know what we should do?” I asked.

“Put some clothes on?” Perseus offered with a raise of his brow and pointed look at my cock.

I made an overly exaggerated huff and rolled my whole head with my eyes. Snapping my fingers, all of the human woman’s fluids and my own evaporated from my body before clothes appeared in its place. I dusted off the black sweatpants and sweatshirt of any lingering demonic essence.

“My sex positive demon friends aren’t being very sexually free right now,” I grumbled.

Before I could continue, Dante appeared in the room in a burst of shadows. His flawless brown skin glistened with beads of water as he toweled off the last drops of a shower he’d clearly taken. Lounge pants hung low on his hips.

“All done?” Zagan asked him.

“Yeah,” Dante answered, tossing the towel to the floor. No sooner had it hit the ground than a black snake slithered out from under the bed to burrow within the fluffy luxury hotel towel. “He didn’t taste all that great, so one fuck was enough for me. Did your meal leave, too?”

“Yeah, we just finished up,” Zagan confirmed with a point of his thumb at me. “This one was about to suggest we do something else.”

Dante and the rest of the guys focused on me. I sat up straighter and passed an excited gaze between the three Incubi in front of me. “We should start doing some sort of real party after our concerts! Instead of bringing randos back to our hotel rooms, we could do an actual party somewhere and fuck all together. All five of us and whatever humans we want.”

The more happening, the better. The more people with their smells, sounds, and touches, the better distraction it provided.

“All five of us?” Dante repeated with a wary glance at the towel he’d discarded. “I know the four of us have shared, but Coldin’s never joined.”