Demon Kissed - Katie May Page 0,56
me in tighter under his arm. “To an extent. We have to track how many souls are swaying towards either side. That’s all a bit boring. Let me show you a dress I found for you online.”
I do not find the subject of swaying souls toward Hell boring, but clearly, he’s not interested in talking about it. And when Zolroth shows me the tiny wisp of a dress he’s picked out for me, my mind clears of anything else.
“Whoa. Yeah. I would look terrible in that.” I stare at a model who has legs for days, plastic breasts, and then at the world’s tiniest pink dress made out of zig-zagging material that leaves a ton of skin on display.
“No. You would be hotter than her.” His fingers trace my hip suggestively.
“In some parallel universe, maybe,” I respond sarcastically.
“No. You’re mistaking plastic for hot. Girls with their bodies full of plastic aren’t automatically hot.”
I raise my eyebrows.
“Hot is a state of being, not a look.” His fingers clamp down on my hip, and then his nose comes forward to nuzzle my neck. It traces over the sensitive skin and my pounding pulse.
Holy shit. I feel like I’ve stepped into an inferno. Desire burns through me. But at the same time, so does apprehension. Is he about to kiss me? I imagine what his lips will feel like on mine. Will they be soft? Will he be a gentle, polite kisser, or will he be an exhibitionist like he was with the shoes? Will he tilt me back in the seat, kissing my lips, only to trail down my neck and then nibble on my earlobe?
My breathing quickens, and I let out a nervous little giggle.
Zolroth pulls back from my neck. “There. That. That is hot. You’re nervous and worked up and giddy. And I made you that way.” He scoops me into his lap and grabs the back of my neck.
And for a second, everything around us disappears. I forget about the other demons, who are most definitely watching us. I forget about the bowling alley, and the sound of balls smacking pins fades away. I even forget about William and Janie as I stare at him.
I swallow hard, before smiling awkwardly and scrambling off his lap. “Damn. You sure you’re not a lust demon too?”
Zolroth and Van just laugh as I adjust my sweater and go sit down next to Kastros, feeling overheated and needing some distance.
Because what just happened was definitely not natural. I mean, not for me anyway. Rooms don’t just fade away.
That’s got to be demon magic. I blow out a breath. I’m not quite sure how to tell Zolroth not to do that to me without offending him.
But I don’t want magic. I want love. Real love.
Next to me, Kastros slides his beer over. I glance up at him, and he uses his head to gesture at the cup.
I take it and down it gratefully. As soon as I do, a wave of pleasant tipsiness washes over me. A wide grin stretches across my face, and I elbow Kastros. “You and me, big guy. Who can bowl better backwards?”
Kastros looks down at me and grins for the first time. Damn. He’s hot. I’m normally overwhelmed by his size and his silence. But he’s totally got a rugged thing going on with his dark hair and eyes. He holds up a fist, and at first, all I can do is stare blankly at it. Until I realize he’s waiting for me to bump it.
I do. And my fist is so incredibly tiny compared to his. He’s so big that two of his fingers probably equate to most guys’ dicks. (So I’ve read. Shut up. Fine. Okay, so I’ve watched online. Happy?)
Kastros’s bowling name “Fluffy Bunny” pops up on the screen, and he slides out of the seat next to me. He grabs a pink bowling ball, because no one could ever question his masculinity—he radiates it like a damn lumberjack—and strides up to the lane.
Then he turns around and his eyes find mine. There’s this amazing playful glint in them that I’ve never seen before as he palms the ball in one hand (I told you his hands are enormous) and then lobs it backwards on one side. He doesn’t even turn to look, but the ball goes right up the lane, just off the center, and sweeps down every pin.
I jump up on the seat as Kastros does a little victory moonwalk. “No fucking way!”
He strides