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“Unfortunately, it spoils the second any sunlight hits it.”
Zoe sighed. “Aw. Well, that just makes it all the more special.” She took another sip then watched the dancefloor, nodding her head to the music.
After a moment, the song changed, and the crowd began to move faster, their bodies moving with the rhythm of the drums. It was an intoxicating sight, and a sense of longing started to set in as I watched the dancers. That was a scene I had left long in the past, however.
Zoe stood up, looking at me expectantly. “Well? Let’s dance!”
“Wait, really?”
“Come on,” she urged, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the crowd of dancers.
I smiled, giving in as I walked alongside her, my body moving to the beat. Before long, I let myself go, losing myself in the music and the movement, our bodies pressed together as we danced.
Zoe looked up at me, her eyes shining with excitement and her skin flushed from the heat of the room. It was an intoxicating sight, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist her much longer.
There was something carnal about this place, and knowing that she was looking up at me with such love, despite me being in my hellhound form, made me want her more than ever.
The music seemed to fade away as I pulled her into a passionate kiss, our lips crashing together in a desperate attempt to quench our growing lust. She moaned softly as my tongue explored her mouth, her body pressing against mine and igniting my desire even further.
The crowd around us no longer mattered as we lost ourselves in each other, our bodies moving to the music in a sensual rhythm. I knew that this wasn’t the time or place to let myself go completely, but I imagined what it would be like to make love to her in the underworld, to take her on a journey of passion.
Finally, I broke away from the kiss, my breathing heavy as I looked down at her. She gazed up at me, her eyes filled with desire and her body trembling with need.
“Lucian,” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper.
I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I know.”
As we continued to dance, I became more and more aroused, my cock straining against my pants as I imagined all the things I wanted to do to her. She was intoxicating, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist her much longer.
Finally, the song changed, and Zoe looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” she said, her voice barely audible over the music.
I nodded, leading her toward the back of the club, where I knew there were private rooms to take things further. My mind wasracing as we walked down the darkened hallway, my body aching with need.
We found an empty room and closed the door behind us, the sounds of the club fading into the distance. The music was still audible, but it was a dull throbbing in the background as we faced each other.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked. “In this form, I might not be able to control myself… What if I mark you?”
“I’m sure,” she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper. “And honestly, I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
My heart pounded in my chest. I wanted nothing more than to claim her as my own, but I was still hesitant to cross that line. I knew that once we did, there would be no going back.
Zoe stepped forward, closing the distance between us. She looked up at me, her eyes shining with desire, not the least bit scared of my demonic form. “Lucian, I’m yours. All of me, in this world, and above.”
And that was when she said the words that would put my beast over the edge.
“Claim me.”
Chapter 17
Zoe
Lucian’s eyes burned withdesire as he pulled me close. He was rough and eager, and it was clear that he could barely hold himself back. I sunk against his body, so strong and muscular, his skin hot to the touch even beneath his fur.
He kissed my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin, but he didn’t take the bite just yet, savoring what was to come.
The music pulsed through the room, and the energy of the underworld swirled around us as we lost ourselves in each other, our bodies moving in a primal rhythm.
His hellhound form wore no clothes, so we were already halfway there. His fur was deep black, his body covered with scars. His chest was broad and muscular, his abs taut and defined. He was truly a sight to behold, and I couldn’t believe that he was mine.
