Demon Kissed - Katie May Page 0,100

seeps into my very bones—into my soul—and I nearly choke on the sheer rightness of it.

I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but somewhere amidst the chaos of the last couple weeks, my feelings for the demons have shifted. The emotion thumping my heart is similar to the one I once felt when I was with William. But stronger. Brighter. Even more heartbreakingly beautiful.

Oh my God.

I’m struck speechless with the enormity of my feelings and the crippling realization that I fucked things up marvelously.

“Who wants to see a magic trick?” Akor announces suddenly, and the various patrons in the restaurant turn to give him their undivided attention. There’s something about his magnetic, infectious personality that reels people in. Or it could just be because he’s bat-shit crazy and currently standing on his chair, holding three knives in his hand.

With a deranged laugh, one that causes goosebumps to erupt on my skin, he begins to juggle the knives while humming softly.

“Zolroth?” Akor grins manically down at the materialism demon, who sighs heavily. Procuring a quarter from his tweed jacket’s pocket, Zolroth holds it up for Akor’s inspection. “Heads, you hand me another knife. Tails, I stab one of these knives into William’s neck.”

The people in hearing range begin to laugh, even William, no doubt believing it’s a joke.

It’s most definitely not.

Zolroth throws the coin up in the air and captures it on the back of his hand.

My heart constricts as that tiny coin flips through the air and then falls. I can’t look.

Zolroth almost looks disappointed when he murmurs, “Heads.”

“Damn,” Van growls, sulking.

Zolroth nods to a wide-eyed Wade, who hesitantly tosses his own steak knife at a still-grinning Akor. He catches it easily, never breaking his…juggling circle, or whatever the hell it’s called.

“I’m doing this for you, Kitty Kat!” Akor winks in my direction, but it’s suddenly too much.

My feelings, these men, my date with William.

It’s too fucking much, and I’m drowning in the emotions all of them have somehow evoked in me.

“Excuse me,” I murmur half-heartedly to William as I fly from the table and in the direction of the bathrooms. Tears slip down my cheeks as I struggle to get a grip on my tumultuous heart.

What the hell is happening to me?

It feels as if thousands of dime-sized ice pellets are being tossed at me from all directions, bruising my skin. All I want is to get away, to take a moment to compartmentalize this sudden surge of feeling.

Fuck feelings. Seriously, fuck ’em.

But before I can retreat into the ladies’ restroom, a large body blocks my entrance, and I stare up into the harsh planes of Kastros’s face. His expression is utterly unreadable, hewn from stone, as he crosses his thick arms over his chest.

Tears blind my vision as I blink rapidly up at him. “I think I made a mistake,” I whimper, but I can’t put my finger on what that mistake is. Going on a date with William? Hurting the demons’ feelings? Everything? My sins and transgressions are piling up on me like dirt buries a coffin. I’m six feet deep and trapped.

The tension in the hall is so thick I’m gagging on it.

You did, Kastros signs, expression still impassive, and my heart plummets, bottoming through my stomach.

And then, he breaches the distance between us and kisses me.

His lips are smooth against my own as his teeth gently nip then tug on my lips, taking, taking, and taking. I give in with a sigh of longing, standing on my tiptoes so I can wrap my arms around his neck. Of course, he’s so freaking tall that I settle for resting them on his strong shoulders, enjoying the way his muscles ripple beneath my wandering hands.

He fists my hair and angles my head to the side, moving his lips to the very sensitive spot below my ear.

Another tiny sigh of contentment escapes me as his hands lower to my ass, pressing me flush against his hard body. And his other hard thing.

Someone gasps from behind me, and we immediately pull apart to see Alanna staring at us with wide eyes. The confusion on her face turns into white-hot anger, so pronounced that I can practically taste it in the air. With a glare first in my direction and then in Kastros’s, she turns on her heel and stalks away.

Oh fuck.

33

I thought the hotel room was bad when Janie was mad at me. But when Alanna’s mad, it’s ten times worse. Her fury is so incandescent, it practically lights