Page 71 of Demon Demands

Him pounding into me as I tore his back to shreds with my talons.

Me sitting on the edge of the bed, picking bits of his flesh from beneath my nails as his skin knitted the deep slices back together.

When Stone’s breath hitched at that last image, I realized that he liked pain more than I did. His cock stirred between us, and he groaned low in my ear.

“That’s not fair, Kitten. Why would you torture me like that knowing that we can’t leave just yet?”

I blinked innocently at him, dragging my fingers down from the hollow of his throat to the waistband of his dark jeans.

Hooking my index finger over the button and leaning into him… I stopped immediately. Frozen. Eyes trained behind Stone’s back to a table in the darkest corner of the club.

“What’s wrong, Sloane?” Stone rasped, his voice filled with need.

“I see him,” I murmured, feeling Stone’s whole body tense slightly before forcing himself to relax.

“He’s watching us but seems more into the show we’re putting on. I don’t think he’s recognized me. Let’s go to the dance floor so you can see him. We can continue this foreplay there.” I winked at him as I backed away, making sure to keep my face hidden.

Stone grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. I had a moment to admire the creamy skin of my small hand in his. His hands were bigger than mine, making them look slim and delicate in comparison.

His skin was a light caramel color and smooth as silk, but his hands were calloused and rough. The contrast was another one of those things that set me on fire and deepened the throbbing between my thighs.

I was so happy that I’d worn panties tonight. After his teasing, my panties had become soaked, but it was better than having a constant trickle running down my exposed thighs.

And — because I’m such a twisted, horny bitch — I slid that thought right into his mind.

He paused mid-step and peered over his shoulder at me, growling low in his chest.

His eyes were normally lapis on Earth, dark blues mixing with ebony. In the Underworld, his demonic eyes were pitch black, no iris to be seen, but as he stared at me, a spark of red embers floated through their depths.

He slammed me into his body, where I happily melted. I could feel his erection against my lower stomach, making my craving for him flare.

I gazed at him from beneath my lashes with a smirk on my face. Teasing my mates had quickly become one of my favorite things to do.

“If you don’t stop,” he took a deep breath to calm himself, “I’m going to fuck you on this dance floor.”

At his not so quiet warning, a few demons around us glanced our way. I coughed, trying uselessly to cover my laugh.

“That’s not a deterrent,” I admitted, wrapping my fingers around the back of his neck. Pulling him down for a kiss, I started swaying my body to the beat of the music.

It was more shitty electronic-sounding music, and I was just realizing that the DJ had set up a connection with the lights. When the music beat harder, the lights flickered like strobes.

It really wasn’t my scene, but we weren’t here for me. I’d have been much more comfortable in my own club. Maybe it was time to add a nightclub in Hell to my portfolio...

Stone began to grind with me, and I lost my train of thought for a minute.

His hands rested on my hips, but his fingers dug into the skin at the top of my ass. I wanted those fingers digging into other places on my body, but with the amount of women watching him...

Well, let’s just say my demon wasn’t as into an audience as I was. And she’d prefer our only onlookers to be our mates, not that I could complain with her reasoning.

Jealousy was an ugly thing, and not something I felt very often. But as several female demons gawked at my mate and my own psycho demon pushed against me, I wanted to fuck him and mark him. Make sure everyone knew he was mine. Ours.

My demon and I were getting a little possessive over my guys in the Underworld. Briggs’ earlier outburst was starting to make a little more sense, but I wouldn’t tell him that.

Stone leaned down, kissing my neck as he whispered, “Satan is leaving. Are we following him or are Briggs, Novak, and Dolyn going to?”

“Mmm,” I hummed, “They’re outside waiting. Let me tell them so we can go home and finish this.”

“Start. We’re going home to start this,” Stone ground out between clenched teeth. “The guys can find their way back to the palace, or Dolyn can show them. We’ll be taking the quicker way back.”