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She shot him a glare.
He sighed. “Babe, I’m serious. You need to let loose. All that in here”—he made a little circle in front of her head—“needs a fucking break. So drink.”
She exhaled roughly. “Fine. But just the one, just to loosen up a bit.”
“Of course,” he said.
She squinted at him over the rim of her glass. “You’re shaking your head no.”
Laughing, he winked at her. “Relax. I promise I won’t let you dance on tables.”
With a sigh of surrender, Hazel took a deep sip of her drink.
* * *
The rhythm of the music pounded through Hazel’s blood, reverberated in her bones, and made her sway and twist and move as if she were born to dance. She lost herself to the melody, to the beat of the drums while she sang along to the song…knowing every word of the lyrics even after more than thirty years. And wasn’t it quite fitting that she felt like losing herself—pleasurably so—to Laura Branigan’s “Self Control”?
The outside world blurred, her awareness bound only to the sound of the music, the movement of her body, and the feel of her demon’s gaze on her as he watched her from the shadows, his expression one of sensual hunger. Delight a buzz in her blood, she relished the way his eyes flashed fire when she undulated just so.
Such a heady feeling, to have his rapt attention in a room full of people, to have him look at her like no one else existed, like the world came down to just him and her…and the irresistible, intoxicating thing between them. This draw, this kind of magnetic pull she’d never felt with anyone else, laden with so much desire and wild abandon that it was like a lick of pure temptation whenever she even glanced at him.
She crooked her finger at him as she swayed her hips, a seductive smile on her lips. He’d let her jump into the fray of the dance floor alone earlier when she’d heard The Pointer Sisters’ “I’m So Excited” come on. And after definitely more than the one drink she’d planned on, she was pleasantly buzzed enough to feel like she had to dance.
Tallak had watched her for a few songs now, his energy growing hotter by the minute, his focus on her so intense that she was surprised she hadn’t caught fire yet. Time to make him put all that power to good use.
As the first chords of Duran Duran’s “Hungry Like the Wolf” filled the room, she beckoned him to her again. A slight shake of his head, his eyes glittering in the multicolored strobe lights.
All right, then. I guess I need the nuclear option.
With a pout, she turned around, scanned the crowd, and found a target. Still in sync with the rhythm of the song, she approached the man whose eye she’d caught. She shot him a smile and danced close enough to feel his body heat.
Let’s count the seconds. One, two—
A strong arm around her waist yanked her away from the nonplussed guy and spun her straight into the embrace of one pissed-off demon. His lips crashed down on hers before she could catch her next breath. The heat and excitement from her dancing flared up and flowed right into lust, centering low at the apex of her thighs. Her fingers curled into his shirt as she melted against him.
He growled into the kiss, and the sound of it hummed against her lips, through her body, a delicious sensation that made her shiver. The kiss felt distinctly like a claim, which should have given her cause to draw back and reject any such notion. The part of her that cared about that, however, was currently rendered mute and inactive by the number of drinks she’d had.
The untamed, unshackled part of her hungry for undisguised attention and affection was in charge now, and she relished the way Tallak made his desire for her obvious. More. She wanted more, of him, of his undivided attention, of the way he turned her blood into liquid heat.
She moved against him, and they danced with little to no space between their bodies, in a small cocoon of intimacy among the crowd on the floor. Wherever he touched her, she felt the press of his hands like a brand even through the material of her dress.
He spun her around so her back was to his front, his arms slung around her waist. One hand on her hips, the other sliding up to gently palm her throat, he nuzzled her neck. She let her head fall back against his shoulder and raised her arms to clasp his neck, her fingers gliding into his hair.
Her skin was on fire. Desire pounded through her, so powerful her knees almost buckled. She could feel Tallak’s hard length against her lower back, and it drove her lust even higher. That spot between her legs throbbed, the sensation near painful for lack of pressure.
“Hazel.” Tallak’s voice, a low, low rumble at her ear, filled with a feral kind of hunger. “Your scent is driving me crazy. I am this close to hiking up your dress, tearing off your panties, and fucking you right here in front of everybody.”
The loud music swallowed her gasp, but her full-body shiver didn’t escape Tallak’s notice.
His low, filthy curse right next to her ear only made her maddening need worse. More slick wetness between her legs, the pulse in her intimate flesh growing stronger.
“You like that idea, hm?” He slowly moved the hand on her hip downward until he reached the hem of her dress. His fingers curled into her thigh, a wickedly arousing spike of pain. “What would you do if I touched you now?”
Her breath caught. Wayward desire infused her every cell.
“Tell me, love.” A raspy murmur, raising the hairs on her neck in pleasure. “Would you let me finger-fuck you right here, in the middle of a crowd?” His hand inched under her dress. “With only moving shadows and the din of the music to hide how you ride my hand?”
Her lips parted, her fingers digging into his neck. She turned her head until their mouths almost touched, while they kept swaying to the beat, the intermittent lights illuminating them both for seconds at a time. He idly stroked his fingers ever higher up underneath the skirt of her dress, making her heart thump faster and faster.
