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Chapter Five
Luciana
“We have an accord,” Sebastian says. “Let’s drink to your new job.”
The heat of his body washes into me and he runs his hand a bit further up my thigh, squeezing my flesh. Then he steps back and moves around the table toward the chiller.
I use the moment to compose myself. I’m in. I’ve got the job, though it’s quite possible my new boss is about to fuck my brains out on this huge table. My heart races and my skin flushes at the thought of it. I need to skate the edge of flirtation without doing the dirty with a demon I met fifteen minutes ago.
Though I have to admit, I’m one hundred percent unprepared for how my body reacts to him.
He’s the bad guy. A demon and a womanizer and in the top echelon of Night Guild power. Not to mention I haven’t been turned on like this by a man in…years.
But Sebastian absolutely drips sex appeal. It’s not just how physically hot he is… tall, cut, dark hair, deeply tanned skin, pale eyes a strange shade between pewter and lavender. And it’s not just that he’s rich and sophisticated and cocky as hell. There’s something in his energy, in his magic, that sparks against mine in the most intoxicating way.
As he approaches me, frosted bottle and two champagne flutes in hand, I start a mantra in my head. You don’t sleep with demons, you don’t sleep with demons, you don’t sleep with demons…
Sebastian hands me one of the glasses and then pulls a silver knife from within the inner lining of his suit. With a snick he flips it open. It’s not some tiny pocketknife, either. It’s a legit weapon. Holding the bottle of bubbly pointed away from him and at an upward diagonal, he sabers off the cork by running the blade swiftly along the neck of the bottle, hitting the fat lower edge of the cork and popping it out with sheer force.
It comes loose with a loud bang, and an eruption of bubbles cascades from the opening of the bottle. Sebastian gestures for me to hold out my glass and he fills it, then he does the same with his. He lets the bubbles settle a moment before topping off each glass.
“Let’s see if you think the ‘99 is worth the wait,” he says. Even his voice is sexy-as-fuck, dark and deep, penetrating me in a way that makes my insides shiver.
He waits to take his own taste, watching my mouth as I raise the glass to my lips. The effervescence tickles the tip of my nose and I tilt the flute so a bit of the pale gold liquid enters my mouth. It’s crisp and yet has a toasty finish, like stars and vanilla mixed. Utterly delicious, like my host.
Sebastian raises a brow. “So?”
“It’s pretty phenomenal,” I say, flicking my gaze to his and smiling as I take another sip.
Sebastian takes his first taste. “That it is. I keep a home in France so I can study traditional techniques there.” He pauses a moment. “One of the best things I’ve ever tasted in my life. Other than a woman, of course.”
My pulse spikes and his lips quirk up at the corners. He can sense it, which is a tad unnerving. Finishing the rest of his flute in one long swallow, he sets his glass down on the table and leans into me again, his hard cock pressing through my skirt. His mouth moves toward mine and my heart starts racing again. But then he turns his face and leans in close, his breath tickling my ear.
“I suppose we should talk about your job duties.”
I run my hands up the front of his suit, wiggling under the one button he has fastened. It pops open. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
I mean, I suppose if I have to sleep with Sebastian it wouldn’t exactly be the end of the world… don’t all the undercover spies do that?
He grazes his teeth against my earlobe and then murmurs his answer against the soft skin of my neck. “The day after tomorrow I have a number of important guests—demons—coming from all around the world for a summit meeting. We’ll be closing down the resort for everyone other than this group.”
Sebastian starts tugging my blouse out of the waistband of my skirt. “They’ll want to be entertained,” he says. One of his hands slides under my blouse, up my bare skin to my lacy bra. “You seem to have just the charm required for such a task.”
“You flatter me,” I say. I try to add a coy laugh, but then Sebastian swirls his thumb over my nipple through the thin lace and it comes out as a small gasp instead.
“I’ll need to put you through a more extensive interview process first, naturally.”
“Naturally,” I whisper.
Sebastian squeezes my breast and kisses down the side of my neck. Heat rushes through my body, heat mixed with magic. I let out a soft sigh of pleasure and the length of Sebastian’s cock hardens even more, pressing into me. After a moment, I realize my magic feels different than it usually does… more intense. It feels like I’ve swallowed dozens of stars which are now flaring inside my body, burning in my veins. Why am I reacting this strongly?
I can feel Sebastian’s demon magic, too. Cool and silky like satin sheets or rose petals. A siren song wrapping around me, sucking me in, rolling me under. There’s something almost predatory in the feeling of it. A calm certainty of how the hunt will end. Blood and bliss and sweet death…
Sebastian’s phone buzzes and he ignores it. Instead, he lifts the bottle of wildly expensive sparkling wine off the table next to us and pours a thin stream of it over the tops of my breasts. It’s still ice-cold and I suck in a sharp breath, arching back slightly as the liquid rushes across my skin. God, he’s hot. My sex clenches and throbs.
There’s a low rumble in Sebastian’s chest, almost a growl, and he bends toward me and pops open the top few button of my blouse. Then he runs his tongue between my breasts, continuing upwards until he reaches the soft spot at the base of my throat. The stars blazing inside me spark even brighter, and light pulses off of me…
Sebastian straightens and grabs a handful of my curls, pulling my head back as he locks me in his pale gaze. “What are you?” he asks breathily.
