5. Devyn
Chapter five
Devyn
Like red stars in a dark sky, dozens of glowing red pins shimmer on the dimly lit dance floor. Zaiah sways to the beat, eyes closed, and arms high in the air. The sultry music highlights his beauty, especially as more of his midriff is revealed. Bringing my drink to my lips, I take a sip from my glass right as someone approaches Zaiah.
Jealousy slides down my back. An overwhelming sense of rage fills me at the thought of some random man dancing with my prey.
I walk onto the dance floor, knowing he has no idea I’ve been stalking him for the past thirty minutes. I kept myself completely hidden, listening in on his conversation with his friend until they finally decided it was time to dance.
When I violently shove the other guy away from Zaiah, he opens his mouth to say something, when he spots my obsidian pin and scurries off. Stepping up behind him, I place my hands on Zaiah’s hips, encouraging him to continue his seductive dance. He still doesn’t realize it’s me, still lost in the music.
“Fucking Black Harts,” he yells loud enough to be heard. “At this rate, I’ll never find one.”
I chuckle low in my throat because I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m Lana. I press the front of my body against his back as my hands begin to explore his body. I push against him, letting him feel the hard outline of my angry cock. Zaiah freezes as I continue my exploration of my roaming hands until one reaches his throat.
“Don’t worry, Doll. A Black Hart has found you instead.”
Zaiah gasps when I start to squeeze.
A wicked smirk spreads across my lips and my fingers tighten around his neck as soon as he recognizes my voice. He squirms under my hold, and it’s only then do I realize how fucking good his body feels against mine.
“Do you have something to say to one of my Black Harts?”
He tries to wrestle free, but I easily overpower him in strength. “Fucking let go of me,” he snarls.
I laugh, pressing my front harder against his back. With my free hand, I slide it over his flat stomach and under his pretty floral crop top.
He thrashes against me, only causing his ass to grind deliciously against my hard cock. Fucking tease. For the past two years, this man has captivated my thoughts, my dreams, and now my memories. I drag my nose against his jaw and inhale. Lemon and vanilla. Light, why did I stop following him? I should have stolen him from Remy-fucking-Lombardi.
Having him here in front of me is better than I ever could have imagined. With my other hand, I grip Zaiah’s hip and shove my groin against him, encouraging him to keep moving. “That’s it, Zaiah. Dance for me.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. My cock is hard against his ass, straining against my pants. This need to fuck my pretty doll is becoming undeniable. I’ve wanted him ever since the first day he walked into our chemistry class and sat in front of me. How many times have I fantasized about throwing him onto our chemistry lab table and taking him right there?
His pulse is beating a frantic rhythm. I’ve never been much of a dancer, but Zaiah makes me want to try new things. I kiss the back of his neck, loving the way he shivers. Toying with the hem of his crop top, I speak right into his ear so he can hear me over the loud music. “Did you design this?”
As soon as I saw the floral print and how well it hugged his body, I knew it was one of his pieces.
Zaiah freezes.
I give his ass a sharp spank, my other hand still on his throat. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” I growl.
Slowly, his hips grind in a sensual circle. My breath hitches when he places his slim fingers over mine, encouraging me to keep squeezing. The music slows, but our hips sway to a beat that only the two of us can hear.
“Tell me, Doll. Did you design this shirt?”
He nods. “Yeah. How did you know?”
Disregarding his question, I reward him for his answer instead by slipping my fingers beneath the waistband of his pants. Praeda is all about the hunt, but this particular hunt started the moment Zaiah Ruca walked through the double doors of the Science Wing. It’s time for a new game.
Zaiah hisses when my fingers dip lower. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Even though he can’t see it, I give him a wolfish grin.
There’s only one rule for Cor Night.
Be vicious with your vices.