Page 13 of Satan's Priest


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Tap. Tap. Tap.

I turned my head, now looking straight at her and raking my eyes over her body. My cock twitched. She was a bigger woman, with full breasts, a round stomach, and thick thighs. I longed to touch her body, to explore areas that most larger women were ashamed of. Weight didn’t matter to me. In fact, I preferred them thick like her.

But she isn’t mine. I can’t touch her.

Her youthful face told me she couldn’t be much older than twenty. What was a girl like her doing here?

Her fear-filled eyes remained fixed on me as her chest rose and fell. Her pulse throbbed to a fast beat on her neck. But she didn’t speak.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. I tapped my glass and tilted my head. I observed her silence and assumed she had a valid reason for not approaching me or any of my bandmates.

“Do I make you nervous?” I smirked, finally showing something other than a scowl.

She nodded and cleared her throat. “I guess you could say I’m a little starstruck.”

I leaned my back against the couch, spreading my legs wider to take up more space. Bringing my free hand to my mouth, I rubbed my thumb along my bottom lip. “How long have you been a fan?” I asked, intrigued. She knew every song as she sang along with me. Pity that the girl was chosen by him. I would have liked to see what she hid beneath her clothes.

A flush crept up her neck. She looked away from me and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Four years,” she answered softly.

I pursed my lips. “So since the beginning, then.”

Interesting.

Nodding, she peered at me, and her green eyes darkened to a shade like moss that clings to a tree in a forest. Her pupils enlarged, absorbing all the color and exposing a ring of emerald.

“I really like your music.” She winced, embarrassment crossing her face. That nervousness added to her charm, as much as I hated to admit it.

I slowly blinked, watching her as she squirmed in her seat.

A scent of arousal wafted in the air around her. I breathed it deep into my lungs, my cock twitching and hardening further.

She looked away, her gaze turning to the brunette with her legs around Cain’s waist as she made out with him.

She’s mine, he whispered.

With a clenched jaw, I caught Asher’s attention and gestured toward the brunette with my head. He got the message and crossed the room to separate her from Cain. As he parted them, I glanced back at the blonde, whose eyes riveted to the scene.

“Is she your friend?” I asked.

She stiffened and whipped her head toward me. “How did you know?”

“It’s not hard to connect the dots. You keep looking her way.”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Oh, well, yes.”

I brought the glass to my lips, taking a sip of the alcohol but not finding pleasure in it. Although an Old Fashioned was my favorite mixed drink, it didn’t compare to the girl sitting beside me.

“Do you plan on fucking one of us, too?” I asked.

I raised an eyebrow as she swung her gaze to me, her jaw-dropping. Her words came out in a jumbled mess I couldn’t understand. I let out a sarcastic laugh and turned away, surveying the crowd.

“You’re a virgin.” I peeked at her from the corner of my eye. “Is this some kind of bet you two have? Who can pop their cherry the fastest?”

“W-well, I-I . . .”

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