Page 9 of Demons in My Bed
“Cherry.”
He barely glanced at her. “And you?”
“Palmer.”
“Palmer,” he repeated, his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip. I had to mentally bitch slap myself when my vagina pulsed, hearing how good my name sounded coming from his dirty mouth.
“I’ll take a shot of your most expensive tequila. Make it a double. And one for Cherry.” I gestured to my new friend.
Ashland’s eyes darted over my shoulder, and his chin tilted up. A server appeared two seconds later, eagerly taking his order. My own focus had shifted to the redhead who was currently towering over the group, thanks to the table he was standing on. This was the one who’d been wearing the gas mask earlier. Talon. His fishnets and tutu were on proud display as he leaned back against the pole. He caught me looking and winked. Damn, he was pretty.
“Your drink, Palmer,” Ashland purred, drawing me back into his orbit and handing me a shot glass. “Come and sit with us?”
I chanced a look at Cherry, who was eagerly nodding. “Lovely,” I muttered, squeezing between Rhodes and Ashland, ignoring the way my hair seemed to stand on end as my skin brushed against them. The second my ass hit the leather sofa, Talon pounced. Literally. Like a tiger in a tutu. His knees landed on either side of my thighs, and I held my glass up, trying to prevent any spillage, again.
Plucking the shot glass from my fingers, he gripped my jaw and tilted my head back. “Don’t. Move. Bunny.”
My eyes were the only thing I dared to move, and I watched him unsnap a small pouch on his leather harness, pulling out the smallest salt shaker I’d ever seen. “You keep a tiny salt shaker in your harness?”
He chuckled. “I like to be prepared. If I didn’t have this right now, you’d be saltless with a double shot of tequila.”
“Thanks,” I murmured, reaching up to take it from him. The sharp slap came fast, leaving the top of my hand stinging. “What thefuck?”
“I said not to move, Bunny. I’ll handle this. Now, be still. Next time, it’ll be your ass.”
I flopped back against the cushions with the top of my hand tingling and my face warm from Talon’s surprisingly bossy attitude. The fishnets and tutu clearly had me drawing conclusions about him that simply weren’t true. Like, that he was a prissy little bitch who—
All thoughts died as I watched him theatrically lick his lips, the piercings in his tongue glinting in the neon lighting. “Hold my hips, Bunny.” I gripped him firmly as he began thrusting his hips, working them in a way that no man I’d ever been with in my life ever had before. I couldn’t look away. The creamy skin of his abdomen rolled with each perfectly in sync movement.
Gods damn. I was supposed to be listening in on whatever conversation was going on at the other end of the couch between the bearded knife yeti and that fuckhead, Frank. I needed to hear if they were talking business.
“Uh-uh, little Bunny. Eyes right here. I want to see it when it happens,” Talon growled, raising the hair on my arms.
“When what happens?” I rasped, unable to deny how my own hips were beginning to lift. Wetting his lips once more, he lifted the salt shaker and sprinkled it on his mouth. Fuck. Bracing himself with his left hand on the back of the sofa, his right twisted in my ponytail. I was panting, and it really pissed me off.
Talon leaned in, his nose brushing the column of my exposed neck. My eyes rolled when his warm breath hit my skin, and when I refocused, I found myself caught in the gaze of a beast. With his stance wide, Misha looked like he was the size of three of me.
“I want to see the look on your face when you realize how fucked you are. That a little bunny such as yourself should never have walked into a den of monsters,” Talon whispered into my ear.
My palm landed on his chest as I pushed him away. “Can I have my drink now, or are you going to talk all night?”
“Salt first. Suck, Bunny.” Talon tilted my head by using his grip on my hair and smashed our lips together. Saltiness, apple flavor, and something unique to this demon assaulted my senses. Time froze as we fucked each other’s mouths with our tongues, and I cried out when he bit down on my bottom lip, breaking the skin with ease.
Talon pulled back, chest heaving, and took my shot glass. Gods, I needed that drink now. “Open for me, Bunny.”
Open for him? What?
He lifted the glass and tossed the tequila back in one fast motion. Outraged, a “Hey!” left my lips before his hand was there, prying my mouth open as his face hovered right above mine. His bright blue eyes pierced me like twin icicles, and the fire of the alcohol lit my taste buds as he spit the entire shot into my mouth. I swallowed it all just as Misha leaned over us and shoved a lime in both of our mouths.
What the hell just happened?
“Mmm,” the ginger-haired demon growled, his eyes locked on mine. “There it is. You look so fucked for me right now.”
It took everything in me, but I had to recall why I was here in the first fucking place. It definitely wasn’t to get unsolicited lap dances or let psychopathic demons spit tequila in my mouth. The mask had worked a hundred times better than I’d anticipated; I’d easily gotten their attention. Now that I had it, I needed to keep it. Everything I’d studied about these creatures alluded to them enjoying not only mask kinks, but more specifically, prey and predator type stuff. I’d been hoping that the bunny ears were just different enough from the usual leather kitten or puppy masks. Seems I was right.
“How do you think you look right now?” I slid my palms up his thighs, heading further north. “You’re the one straddling me in a gods damn skirt with a raging boner and nipples hard enough to take out an unsuspecting eye.”
A deep, almost lyrical laugh filtered in, breaking our stare down. “Damn, bro. She’s got you there. Who’s your friend?”
