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I rolled my eyes and swayed my hips with the music.
“I wasn’t being serious.”
“I don’t know what you’re being, lately.”
“Really? Because you read my mind all the time. You should know better than anyone.”
“Your mind is a cacophony. I can’t make sense of half of what you’re thinking.”
“Good. My thoughts are none of your concern. You demons should mind your own business, maybe learn a thing or two about privacy.”
He chuckled and hugged me closer, burying his head in my neck. I sighed and relaxed against his chest. This was nice.
“Oh God, what are you wearing? Or… not wearing.” Sariel made his way through the crowd of dancing students. “Aren’t you cold?”
I laughed. “It sucks, doesn’t it? That I don’t need you guys to keep me warm anymore.”
The Fallen One still seemed concerned about my well-being.
“I wear whatever I want to wear.” I stepped away from Paz, taking his hand. He spun me around. “You don’t like it?” I purred. Paz spun me faster, and when I let go, I landed into Sariel’s arms. The archangel wrapped himself around me, protectively. It was as if he didn’t want other men to look at me. And, oh… did they look! Everyone was looking.
GC danced his way toward us, expertly avoiding the chicks trying to get his attention. Sammy and Kitty knew he was mine, but they still tried their luck every time they had the chance. Their failure only made me feel more confident. Or inflated my ego, as Francis had pointed out once. Where was Francis, anyway?
I grabbed my demon, my archangel, and my false god, and went to look for my revenant. He’d found a spot at the edge of the clearing, away from all the madness. He was leaning against a tree, nursing a cocktail that probably didn’t even contain much alcohol. I jumped into his arms, almost spilling his drink.
“I’ll get you a real one.”
He smiled, slightly annoyed. He knew what I meant.
“Come on, let’s dance.”
“I don’t dance.”
I sighed and turned to GC, grabbed him by the jacket, pecked his lips, and stole the bottle I knew he was hiding in the inside pocket. Rum. I topped up Francis’s glass, not caring that the drinks might not mix well. The revenant cocked an eyebrow, shrugged, and gave it a try.
“All of it, please.”
He scrunched up his nose. “Mila, this is awful.”
“Bottoms up!”
GC and Paz were laughing their assess off. Even Sariel was smiling. As a supernatural, my alcohol resistance had increased, but not by much. I just had to drink a bit more to get the buzz I wanted, which suited me just fine. Francis emptied his glass. I took it from him and smashed it on the ground. I pulled him to the middle of the clearing, where bodies rubbed against each other on a sensual, drumming rhythm, and wrapped my arms around his neck. The guys followed us, each touching me where they could reach, rubbing against me, stealing a kiss or two. But they let Francis have this dance. It was like a mutual understanding between them. GC and Paz were used to fighting over me, but when it came to Sariel and Francis, they were more tolerant. I guessed it was because they didn’t perceive the archangel and the revenant as rivals. They weren’t as desperate to possess me like they were. And Francis… Francis touched me so rarely, that they were almost encouraging him to step up for once and claim what was his.
Things got heated fast. I couldn’t tell who’d procured the cigarette between my lips, and I didn’t care. It was a mix of mugwort, hawthorn and something that was illegal for sure, and it went so well with GC’s rum. I pushed it between Francis’s lips, and he took a drag. Before we knew it, we were all high and buzzed. The music blared through the speakers, and the bodies around us were all hot and sweaty. At some point, someone told a dirty joke and I laughed out loud. We were all laughing. Pandora took it as an opportunity to lean against Paz’s chest, which made me see
red. I stomped over to her, grabbed her by the arm, and shook her harshly. She looked at me like she didn’t understand who I was and what I was doing. And she didn’t. Normally, a human shouldn’t have had the physical strength to grab a demoness like that and send her reeling through the crowd, leaving dark bruises on her skin. I only hoped she was too drunk to put two and two together and figure out I wasn’t human anymore.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Paz ran after me, yelling that he was sorry. I spun around, grabbed his jaw harshly, and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Sariel was close by, so I pulled him in for a kiss, too.
“I want to fuck,” I whispered against his lips.
Sariel needed a moment to process, but GC was right on board. He pulled me to his chest and rubbed his hard cock against my ass. My skirt had ridden up, leaving nothing to the imagination. I felt like the little clothes I had on were suffocating me. I wanted them off. I wanted to be naked.
“Not here,” I breathed. “Down in the caves.” I pulled Francis in for a demanding kiss, then looked into his mossy green eyes. “Right against the well, what do you think?” I laughed, and it probably sounded a bit maniacal.
Francis blinked once… twice. When my words finally sank in, he shook his head, touched his temple as if he had a headache, and took a couple of steps back. I tried to pull him back up against me, but he slapped my hand away.
