Page 18 of Demon's Mate
A mix of cologne and body odor overwhelmed his senses, completely obscuring the subtle scent he craved. Damn. Would he find it again? Ash stood still, demon sense tingling, searching.
Nothing. What if the scent—the man—left? His pulse thudded. Ash needed release. He was too worked up to ignore his desire. He circled the club again but couldn’t catch any hint of flowers. Maybe he should forget about it and return to the man who’d approached him.
A laugh rang out over a brief lull in the music, calling to him like a siren song. Ash pushed toward the main bar in time to see a tall, slim man and his two shorter friends slip into the crowd on the opposite side of the room.
He followed on instinct, easily keeping track of the taller man’s dark hair as it bobbed above the people around him.
Ash liked a tall lover, someone who wasn’t completely dwarfed by his own excessive height.
He caught a whiff of mountain air. Could it be the man’s scent?
The tall man and his friends stopped once they reached the dancefloor. Another waft of flowers and fresh air hit Ash. He knew in his gut it came from the man. His demon sense practically screamed it at him.
He’d found him.
Ash hadn’t ever met someone with such strong pheromones, let alone a human, and a brief inspection revealed the man had no magic. Fascinating. Ash held back and took in his quarry, humming appreciatively at all the pale skin on display. If the man’s shorts were any shorter, his round ass cheeks would be showing.
Ash’s gaze roved lazily up the man’s body, something catching in his chest as he got a better look at his face, with high cheekbones and a soft pink smile. That grin couldn’t have been prompted by anything short of genuine happiness. Ash’s whole body warmed. He liked the look of joy more than he should have.
The man adjusted his glasses and began dancing stiffly. He seemed to be enjoying himself if his unwavering smile was any indication. As Ash watched, the man relaxed, flowing more easily with the music.
He was lovely. The urge to get closer tugged at Ash’s chest.
One of the man’s friends—the blond—pulled him close, and they danced together.
A growl rumbled in the back of Ash’s throat. He wanted his hands on those narrow hips, those long legs wrapped around him as he licked the arch of that sweet neck and plundered those pretty lips.
He moved closer. Would the young man’s skin taste like fresh mountain air? Ash bet his cum was sweeter than any other. His mouth watered, spine and hidden tail tingling. Damn, when was the last time he’d been this lost to his instincts?
Visions flickered across his mind. Hands on soft skin, their mouths tangled together, his wings beating, tail thrashing, as Ash thrust into tight heat, that round ass bouncing. He’d claim this man. Satisfy him until he couldn’t think, fill him and make him his.
Yes. Mine.
Ash stopped, taking a ragged breath.
Where had that come from? Claim him? What in damnation was wrong with him? He wasn’t sentimental about fucking. Ash wanted to have sex, to get off with this gorgeous man, notkeephim.
It had been too long since he’d gotten laid. Fuck, he was going soft. Like Dante.
Someone pushed past Ash. Bodies pressed around him, but he hadn’t noticed until now. He watched the three men dance, the crowd pulsing around them. Should he approach the man with the floral scent? His gut said yes, demon sense purring with need, but he needed to engage his brain.
There didn’t seem to be much sexual chemistry between the man and his blond friend. Hopefully, he’d be looking for someone to go home with, and that someone would be Ash. If he was rejected, Ash might never leave his hunting lodge again.
The brown-haired friend turned away from the other two to dance with someone else, and as if on cue, two more men approached, separating Ash’s man from the blond.
Time to make his move.
Ash pushed closer. His tall, beautiful man danced less enthusiastically with his new partner as if he was unsure of the change or uninterested. Ash frowned at his discomfort. His blond friend must have noticed too because he broke away from his dance partner to check on him before pulling him away. The two joined the guy the blond had started dancing with, and the abandoned man turned away, seemingly unbothered.
Ash let them settle into the new configuration. The blond was sandwiched between the new man and Ash’s breath of fresh mountain air, who seemed to relax again, cradling his friend’s hips as they all writhed with the music.
Would he welcome Ash’s advance? Maybe this man wasn’t interested in dancing with people he didn’t know.
Disappointment mixed with something like sadness in Ash’s chest. Why did he care? The club was full of attractive men.
He should walk away. He’d let his instincts rule him too much. They were affecting his reactions and emotions.
Ash didn’t need emotions coming into play when he had sex.
