Page 13 of Demons in My Bed
Chapter four
Mybodywasreadyfor anything at this point. Storming away from that little brat and my boys had me seeing red, but it was necessary. I needed to cool the fuck down before I did something rash. Like break her little neck.
The fuck kind of dickhead wears a monocle anyway?I would never, and the thought of myself being caught dead with such an accessory pissed me off. We had a traitor in our gang, and had stabbed a man in the middle of the club earlier, yet here we were, with this bitch in bunny ears.
Where was she from, anyway? I sure as shit had never seen her before. Fucking hell, the others were already simping over her. Even Misha had that stupid Cupid-struck expression.
Nah, something was going on. I was suspicious by nature, and experience had taught me that was the best way to keep air in your fucking lungs. I had many roles within our organization, but mainly, I was a ghost. I moved through the city undetected, spying and using my telekinetic powers to give us the upper hand when it came to business transactions. Especially when people tried to fuck us over.
Though it had been a very long time since anyone had tried—until fucking tonight.
Growling, I slammed my fist into a wooden crate, splintering the damn thing into a million pieces. Liars were one thing that I could never tolerate. I scratched my forehead where my horns were ready to appear at any moment, and they erupted the second the howling hit my ears. Tossing my head back, I let out a roar of frustration.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Frank. We’d gotten an anonymous tip about him being the rat, so we’d set a little trap. Arranged this big party to ensure the whole city would be here along with us. Told Frank about a big shipment of guns coming through the port earlier that day, and where we’d be storing it. Ridiculous how easy it was to set the stage. It was way too good of an opportunity for our rivals to pass up.
I was just about to take a left when I heard a soft shuffle. Freezing in place, my head whipped to the right, where the noise had come from. My nostrils flared, and I felt my demon rising at the prospect of prey. All thoughts faded as I caught her scent. Excitement, fear, and arousal with a hint of cherry. Fuck. She was practically blasting the entire maze with pheromones. Pheromones that felt like they were speaking right to my dick, begging me to give chase.
That was different from anyone else we’d brought down here before. Yes, we could tell when someone was turned on, but this… This was something else entirely. My mouth was literally salivating as I padded silently in the row next to her. The counting of my boys was growing louder and more raucous. Reaching a dead end, I eyed the seven-foot-high metal wall, landing effortlessly a second later. Demon perks—excellent jumping skills.
Palmer looked behind her, like she could feel my eyes on her.Can you, little girl? Can you feel how much I hate you already?Her blue eyes darted around, and I took in the roundness of her cheeks which should’ve seemed out of place with how toned she was, but the stars had blessed the woman with curves in all the right places. I had to admit, she was stunning. Her attitude, however? I clenched my fists as my palms itched to light that ass up.
Palmer lingered for a couple more seconds, no doubt listening for any hints that she’d been found, before breaking into a dead sprint right toward a wall. Jumping to my feet, I was ready to intervene. Was she going to try and knock herself unconscious before we even started? If she didn’t want to do this, she could’ve just fucking said so.
At the last second, it was like she transformed into something else. I suspected she wasn’t human, but it was hard to detect what she was, probably due to scent suppressants. A witch of some kind, though witches didn’t come with the skills to do what she was doing. I watched with interest as she scaled the scaffolding like some kind of parkour model.
Who are you?
There was definitely something more to her. She dropped down onto her knees, kneeling there silently as the others started calling out to her. Warning her of what was heading her way. She wasn’t running though. Hell, her hiding spot wasn’t even that great.
Felix, Talon, and Ashland were whooping and hollering, but it didn’t last long since the sound system kicked on and “Final Girl” by Graveyardguy and Slayyyter started blasting. Palmer slowly lifted her head, gazing out over the maze, a smile forming as she listened to the words of the song. Dear gods—she was into this. Not only that, she hadn’t even startled when the music cut on.
I suddenly smelled metal and instinctively rolled hard to the right, a split second before a dagger would’ve nailed me in the thigh. “Fuck!” I continued rolling right off of my perch, because I knew as soon as I stopped, Misha’s big ass would be on me. I’d been so distracted that I hadn’t even noticed him sneaking up on me. If Palmer had any sense, she would’ve run the moment I gave up my position. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see her hiding spot anymore.
Landing on my feet, I threw my arm up to block the punch that I knew was coming. My entire body vibrated from the force of Misha’s strength, but I was faster. Dropping down, I spun and swung my leg wide, hoping to knock him off his feet. He laughed as he jumped, easily avoiding contact.
A massive foot came at my head, but my hands found purchase on his boot, and I twisted hard. Misha threw his body into the movement, leaving the ground as his body rotated into a sideways flip. Taking advantage of the space, I hopped up, scanning the area for any sign of the others. The sound of blades being unsheathed made me groan.
“You know I hate when you use those fucking things. It’s cheating,” I growled, circling one of the deadliest demons I’d ever known.
“Pussy,” Mish grunted, as he flicked his wrist and sent a dagger sailing past my head. A squeal, one that was certainly not from any of us, had Misha and I frozen in our stances.
“Did you…” I spun to look and was surprised that I didn’t see Palmer lying injured on the ground. Misha stormed over to the pathway and knelt down, picking something up from the floor. “What is it?” I got closer, just in time for him to hold up a little clump of hair, maybe half an inch long. “You fucking sliced the end of her ponytail off? On a run by?”
Misha grinned and lifted the hair to his nose, taking deep inhales of her scent. His damn eyes rolled back in his head, eyelids fluttering before snapping back open, and his irises flashed orange. Oh fuck. A calm Misha was dangerous enough, but a feral Misha, the one with orange eyes, who could bulk up to three hundred pounds of muscle in a flash? Fucking lethal.
His entire body shivered as he shoved her hair into his pocket, staring off in the direction she’d run. I was about to open my mouth to tell him we could hunt her together, but we both heard a soft thump, like someone falling or getting knocked over.
Hunt, hunt, hunt.
Oh gods, I wanted to catch her little ass and order the others to punish her. A mouth as sassy as hers deserved to be stuffed.
Mish took off in a flash, heading to inspect the noise, and I followed at a slower pace. I wanted to catch her, but I was also interested to see what she would do before that. The music had changed to “Succubus” by NIGHTMÆR, further setting the stage for whatever was to come.
Maniacal laughter suddenly echoed as Talon and Felix tore into my line of sight, both of them laughing their asses off. “Would you two shut the fuck up?” I hissed, and Felix flipped me off while Talon made a great display of pretending to jack himself off.
“Did you see her yet?” Felix called as they made their way over to me.
I nodded. “Yeah. Spotted her when she ran through during the countdown. Misha got a hit on her.”
