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“You’re so damn cute,” he reiterates.
The three of us head to the exit, and I duck my head as we walk past the last few remaining patrons, hoping they weren’t paying attention to what was going on in our corner.
It’s dark outside. The dead of night, and there isn’t a soul around. Elias and Caelan shed their human glamours, and it makes me smile to see them back to their more demonic forms. I can’t even explain why to myself, but honestly, somehow, they’re even more attractive like this. There’s notmuchdifference in looks, but perhaps it’s something more about their demeanor, their power, and the thrill of danger.
There’s something dangerous in Elias’ eyes. I only notice it as we reach the car and I turn to face him. He immediately pins me up against the door, and I gasp in surprise as his mouth latches onto my throat.
“Did you really think you were going to get away with that display back there?” he asks, voice deep and rough, anddammit. His voice is really, really fucking hot. Heat pools in my gut, having him talk to me like that.
“I…”
“Now it’s my turn.”
I moan helplessly into Elias’ mouth as he kisses me every bit as roughly as Caelan had. Now that there’s no one watching and no façade of propriety to maintain, he doesn’t bother holding back. He has me pinned in place while we make out, and it’s—
God, it’s hot.
It’s a good thing he has me pinned in place because my knees are decidedly shaky. Every swipe of his tongue against my lips, inside my mouth, sends white-hot arousal flooding through me. His body is pressed up against mine, and I want to—fuck, I want to grind against him. He has me feeling so damn needy, and I’m desperate to get some stimulation.
He pulls away the moment I roll my hips against his, and I whimper in disappointment.
Elias gives me a thoroughly wicked smirk, then turns the look on Caelan as well. “You two are not going to touch each other in the car. At all. I have had quite enough of your teasing.”
“C’mon, seriously?” Caelan protests.
I would protest as well if I could remember how to speak, but that goddamn commanding tone of Elias’ has kind of melted my brain.
He opens the door for me, and I get into the car. Still shaky, panting, and turned on. Just, damn.
“Shannon, where are you staying?” Elias asks, and it takes my overheated brain a moment to register he’s talking to me. Then, it takes another moment to remember the answer to that question.
I grimace as I realize. “It’s… a hostel. Shared dorm.”
“Dammit.” Caelan curses so emphatically that I laugh a little. It is an understandable sentiment, though.
“Are you comfortable sharing a space with strangers like that?” Elias says with a small frown.
“It’s not that bad.” I shrug. “It’s a female-only dorm. Not exactly my first choice, but it’s cheaper. I can’t afford a private room every time I go somewhere.”
The sharing isn’t the problem. It’s more the fact I was, we all were, I imagine, very much hoping to go somewhere private and continue our time together, but we can’t very well do that in a hostel.
“We’ll pay for you to stay somewhere better tonight,” Elias states.
Under normal circumstances, I’d at leasttryto reject an offer like that rather than let someone else pay for such unnecessary luxuries, but this is different. I’m pretty sure we’re all on the same page, and we’re all going to be able to benefit from getting a private room. So, I’m not about to complain.
“Thank you. That… would be nice.”
Caelan snorts. He knows exactly what’s up and finds the game of niceties Elias and I are playing to be hilarious.
“We’ll head up toward Beverly Hills. There will be places to stay there.”
I nod, though I’m notthatfamiliar with LA since I’ve only visited a few times. I assume Elias knows what he’s talking about. I do know that anywhere around that area is likely to be far more expensive than I’m comfortable with, but if Elias is willing to pay, I’m not going to stop him. Honestly, I’m too aroused now to protest over that. Besides,what does money even matter to a demon?
I can’t stop my thoughts from rushing ahead, and it’s not helping the situation at all. I squirm in my seat. I want them. God, I want them so fucking bad now. My mind is conjuring up images of taking them up to the hotel room with me and having them lay me out on the bed, their hands all over me as they strip my clothes away. Making out again as they reach down andfinallypress their fingers against my aching arousal and—
I moan softly, then hastily cover my mouth with the back of my hand.Shit.I’m letting my imagination get far too carried away. It feels almost presumptuous to think they’d even want to give me that level of attention. I’m nobody to them.
Just another fan. A groupie to toy with for the night.
