Page 19 of Demon's Mate
But he didn’t leave. After a few minutes, Ash moved closer, letting the beat flow through his body as he danced beside the trio, and fuck, it felt right. He had to be here. Everywhere else, with anyone else, was wrong.
The man’s scent enveloped him. Fresh florals and crisp, cold air.
He turned and caught Ash’s eye. His stare lingered, trailing over Ash, and his cheeks darkened.
Ash’s chest swelled and he shifted closer. “May I join you?”
The man’s lashes fluttered, his glasses slipping. He barely had to look up to meet Ash’s gaze, and fuck, if that wasn’t hot. He nodded. “Sure.” His voice rang out softly, inaudible over the music if not for Ash’s enhanced hearing.
Ash stepped closer, positioning himself behind the man. He leaned in to speak in his ear. “How’s this?”
In answer, the man pressed back, his round ass so perfectly cupped by his short-shorts pressing against Ash’s groin. Ash rumbled a low, satisfied sound and placed his hands on the man’s hips, moving with him as he danced with his friend.
Ash’s nose lingered behind the man’s ear, the fresh scent of bluebells washing over him. So that was the flower he couldn’t quite pick out before. The rich scent went straight to his head. He gripped the man’s waist tighter as arousal tingled within him.
My flower.
With a jolt, Ash pulled his face from the man’s hair. It was a good thing he hadn’t had that potion. He was acting drunk enough as it was. Dante was right. It had been too long. That was the only explanation for his strange sentimental mood and giving pet names to strangers.
He pushed visions of fuckinghis flowerin asunlit field aside and concentrated on the noise of the club and the press of the ass rubbing against his dick. Fuck, Ash could do this all night. He loved the teasing feeling, slowly coaxing him to hardness.
The man in Ash’s arms faltered in his rhythmic writhing and spun around away from his friend. He pressed his hands against Ash’s chest, gripping Ash’s shirt, his wide eyes framed by long dark lashes. His glasses slipped down his nose, but he didn’t seem to notice.
Was this in response to feeling Ash’s hardening cock? Ash hauled him closer, positioning his dance partner’s legs on either side of his thick thighs. The man’s erection pressed into Ash’s hip.
Ash smiled, and for a second, he had the urge to let his fangs drop.
No. Seriously, what the fuck? Even if the man had been a fellow magical being, Ash wouldn’t reveal himself. Not in a club and not in private. What was he thinking? Just enjoy the night. Enjoy him and move on. Then, tomorrow, you’ll have a nice memory to get you through dealing with Luc.
Ash cupped his partner’s ass with one large hand and moved to the music.
The man gasped and shimmied against Ash, his dark eyes locked on Ash’s face as he wound slender fingers around the back of Ash’s neck.
The scent of bluebells swirled around Ash, strangling his senses.
His partner’s cheeks flamed and his mouth parted as he moved, pressing closer to Ash. Ash brought his other hand to that perfect ass and squeezed. His partner moaned, fingers flexing on the back of Ash’s neck.
“What’s your name?” Ash purred in his ear.
He shivered. “Harper.”
The name fit, sweet like his scent but with a sharpness to match his gorgeous face. Perfect. Lovely.
“I’m Ash,” he said, pulling back and locking eyes with Harper.
He didn’t seem to know what to say to that. In fact, Harper looked dazed.
Ash’s cock hardened further, straining against his jeans. Harper pressed impossibly closer and Ash guided him, rolling his hips to the beat.
Harper’s eyes fluttered closed and his head tilted back, exposing his neck. Mm. What if Ash sunk his fangs into that sweet flesh? Just a taste. Harper’s fresh scent intensified, and Ash’s mouth watered. Shit. Maybe he should have fed when Onyx offered yesterday.
Harper stiffened in Ash’s arms and pushed back, putting space between them. Ash let him go, his chest tightening at the loss. Had he made Harper uncomfortable, given away his beastly thoughts in his expression?
Harper averted his eyes. “Maybe we should go somewhere…?” He blinked, gaze darting around.
So he wasn’t uncomfortable. Ash grinned.
Getting out of here was a great idea. But why had Harper moved away so suddenly if nothing was wrong? His scent faded, which was interesting. It was almost like his arousal had peaked. Like Harper had been close to coming before he’d pulled back, just rubbing against Ash fully clothed.
