Devil’s Game (The Devil’s Demons #2)

15. Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Giana

T he crowd roared as the lights flashed on, illuminating the ring. Most of the spectators had taken their seats, with the last few running up the aisles now. Sebastian was right about one thing—there were more people here than I’d ever seen before. The chairs were set up the same as I remembered, but there was now a standing area behind the seats, where people who didn’t have tickets to the actual fight were allowed to watch from afar or on screens mounted around the bar. He was probably making a killing off the drinks and tickets alone, not even taking into account the stream of bets still rolling in.

Sebastian reserved the VIP section in front of the ring for us, giving us the perfect view. Spade and Kellan nestled me between them, leaving Sophia to sit next to Zane and Sebastian on the other side of the aisle. I honestly couldn’t get a good read on the three of them, especially since, every few minutes, Sophia and Zane’s heated glares looked like they were about to tear each other’s heads—or clothes—off.

There was a barrier bolted into the ground behind us, replacing the less than sturdy fencing that had separated the front row the last time I was here.

Excitement bubbled up in my stomach as I watched for any sign of Merrick, my anticipation growing with each second that passed.

“You’re practically bouncing out of your seat.” Spade chuckled, wrapping his arm around my waist.

Sighing, I leaned into him, loving the way his thumb caressed my hip.

Kellan tucked my hair behind my ear, the pads of his fingers grazing the sensitive skin, sending a shiver of desire up my spine.

They were loving this, and hell, so was I.

My breath hitched as Kellan’s hand smoothed up my thigh, shifting the hem of my dress up a fraction of an inch.

“I love seeing you like this, sugar.” Spade groaned, his hand on my hip tightening possessively as he leaned in, his breath skating over my ear. “You look as delectable as you taste—my dessert, ready to be devoured.”

I quivered as his teeth grazed my ear, sending a flood of warmth straight to my core.

Thank fuck, the seats were far enough from anyone else that no one could see how my guys were teasing me.

“Our little devil loves to watch us fight.” Kellan’s lips trailed a line down my neck as he spoke, each word a teasing, soft caress.

“And win,” I added, my voice betraying the lust coursing through my veins, which only spurred them on.

Kellan’s fingers played with the hem of my dress, drawing circles on my skin that pushed the fabric up one painfully slow inch at a time. Spade brushed his hand over my collarbone, each of them so close, yet so far from where I craved their touch.

“Our main event is about to start.” I sucked in a sharp breath as the announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, my pulse thundering at the sudden reminder that we weren’t alone. “Please welcome our reigning champion, Tiiitannn Tyyyysonnn!”

Thunderous applause erupted from behind us, followed by a few people shouting, “Titan!”

I couldn’t help the grin that curled on my lips as Tyson jogged out from behind the curtains, his hands raised above him as he encouraged the crowd. Not because I liked the fighter—I had no clue who he was, but it meant that we were only seconds away from Merrick—

“And our challenger, undefeated during his reign, Merrriickk theee Mannnglerrr!”

The curtains flew open as Merrick strode in, his eyebrow cocked, like this was just any other night, like he wasn’t about to obliterate his opponent in the ring. He didn’t need to get the crowd riled up; no, they were already going wild for him. Screams pierced my eardrums, along with a roar of applause as he sauntered to the ring and hopped up in an easy, fluid motion.

My pulse raced as I scanned his exposed muscles glistening in the bright lights. His body was honed to be a lethal weapon, and despite the multiple women screaming for him to marry them or come home with them, I knew there was only one woman who would be in his bed tonight.

A grin curled on my lips as his hazel eyes instinctively found mine, as though drawn by some sort of magnetic force. His lips twitched, the only hint of emotion he would let himself show in the ring, a sign for me alone. Those women could scream whatever they wanted, but I was the only one he’d ever want, ever love, ever show the man behind the hardened mask he let everyone else see.

A shiver of delight ran over my skin, my body lighting up with anticipation. The rest of the club faded out from around me as the announcer went through the rules, my focus solely on Merrick in the middle of the ring, shaking hands with his opponent.

Kellan’s fingers dipped below the hem of my dress, skating up my inner thigh before he looped back down. The simple touch lit my body on fire, and I sucked in a sharp breath, unable to take much more of their teasing without losing complete control.

It seemed like that was their plan as Spade’s hand lowered to the curve of my breast, eliciting goose bumps along my skin in his wake. My lips shook as I sank my nails into each of their thighs in warning. We might be far enough away from the crowd behind us that they wouldn’t be able to see, but the ring—

Amusement danced in Merrick’s eyes as he watched me, breathless and on the edge of begging his friends for more.

“He put you up to this, didn’t he?” I huffed, feigning annoyance.

I thought I’d be the one teasing him with this dress, but it turned out that he’d had the upper hand all along.

“And we both were more than happy to do it, sugar.” Spade chuckled, the curl of his lips as he pressed them against my neck sending a bolt of desire through me.

“I would’ve done it, regardless.” Kellan shrugged, his fingers inching closer to my core.

Before I could get out another word, the bell rang, jolting me from my lust-induced haze as Tyson lunged. For the first time, panic surged, clenching around my throat as his fist landed and Merrick’s head jerked back from the direct hit.

Spade groaned as I sat up, my heart pounding when Merrick didn’t even try to block his opponent’s next blow. Crimson drops sprayed on the white ring, the red sticking out in stark relief.

“He’s doing this on purpose.” Spade ran a hand through his short, platinum locks in obvious annoyance as he glared up at the ring. Merrick at least had the decency to block the next strike, shielding his face while his fist slammed into Tyson’s ribs.

I chewed on my bottom lip as Merrick evaded Tyson, keeping him on the ropes and showcasing his speed. It was like Merrick was teasing him, letting him have the smallest taste of victory while readying to pull the rug out from under him.

“Merrick.” I growled his name under my breath, narrowing my eyes on the asshole who was apparently trying to test my limits in more than one way tonight.

Seeming to sense my ire, his head whipped toward me, the slightest hint of a grin on his lips just as Tyson’s fist pounded into his ribs.

My hands gripped the guys’ legs tighter when Merrick’s bravado slipped a fraction, his brow scrunched in pain as he stumbled back, barely blocking the next volley of attacks.

“He’s getting too cocky,” Kellan murmured, his narrowed glare flashing to Sebastian across the aisle. I followed his gaze, anger sparking in my veins as I noticed the excitement radiating off the club owner.

“Can I kill him?” I already knew the answer, but I couldn’t help it, not when that smug smirk was begging to be wiped off Sebastian’s face.

“No,” Kellan said at the same time Spade chimed, “Yes.”

Kellan pinned Spade with an exasperated look as the bell rang, signaling the end of the round, and stood. “Behave, you two.”

“No promises.” I grinned, waggling my eyebrows as Spade chuckled.

“My sugar knows that she gets whatever she wants.”

His lips thinned as he looked between us, but I could tell there was a hint of pride hiding in the depths of his sable eyes. Reluctantly, he strode toward the ring, casting us wary glances over his shoulder, like he thought we might just throw caution to the wind and lunge for Sebastian in the middle of his own club.

Oh, no. If I was going to kill him, I wouldn’t be that obvious.

“Are you sure we can trust him?” I murmured, not taking my eyes off Kellan and Merrick as the former checked over his injuries and handed him a bottle of water.

“I don’t trust anyone, other than you three,” Spade whispered, taking the opportunity to lean closer, his lips caressing the shell of my ear with each word. He dragged the pads of his fingers over my inner thigh until he reached the edge of my lacy panties. “But a man like Sebastian is always going to do what’s best for him. He’s seen just how profitable making the town safer would be.”

The roar of the crowd behind us punctuated his point.

“I doubt he’d do anything to interfere with that, but I might have to pay him a little visit later tonight to make sure he knows not to mess with you. If he has anything on you, I’ll make sure it’s wiped from the face of the earth, sugar.”

A grin curled on my lips as my eyes met his, his conviction sparkling in their violet depths. “I do like these fights. It would be a shame if he wasn’t around to run them anymore.”

Spade snickered, his fingers teasing along the hem. With one simple flick, he could delve beneath the flimsy fabric and—

Before he could make another move, the bell rang again, and the fight was back on. Kellan rushed back to his seat, his mouth set in a harsh line as Merrick approached his opponent, fists up and ready to fight.

“Hopefully, this should quell some of that bloodlust, little devil.” Kellan leaned in, placing a sweet kiss on my cheek.

Merrick was actually moving this time, avoiding Tyson’s blows and landing a few of his own. Kellan had placed a hasty bandage on Merrick’s cheek, blood darkening the fabric just under the surface, but he didn’t let that stop him.

Tyson’s next punch went wide, his precision sloppy with the exhaustion setting in, and Merrick used the opportunity to work his ribs, landing hit after hit, until the referee called him off.

I was practically on the edge of my seat, my panic from the first round quickly turning to anticipation as I soaked in the violence.

Frustration was written across Tyson’s features, his twisted nose scrunching into a snarl as he launched himself at Merrick. But he was too slow. Merrick’s knee came up into his ribs as he lost his balance. He followed Tyson down, pummeling his face until the referee dragged him off.

I couldn’t help but grin as Merrick’s lips quirked up, his hazel eyes finding mine with a question in their depths, like he was asking if this was satisfying. I cocked an eyebrow in return, practically salivating at his rippling muscles, now coated in a spray of his opponent’s blood. My hands itched to run over them, to lead him away from the fight to see what else that strength could do, but I was frozen in place, transfixed by the poetry in motion that was Merrick.

This was what I remembered, why no fight compared to watching him in action.

The referee signaled for them to continue, and Merrick wasted no time going on the offensive this time. The ground shook from the crowd cheering as Merrick’s fist barreled into his opponent’s jaw, sending him hurtling back. He was about to advance again when the bell rang, the referee catching him by the shoulder to stop him from making contact.

Echoes of disappointment rang around the room, the crowd’s bloodthirst apparently quenched and ready for Merrick to end the match, but he was just getting started. Electricity hummed between us as his eyes found mine, neither of us able to go more than a few moments without checking on the other.

“I’ll be back.” Kellan gave Spade a warning glance before he went to help Merrick.

“How about we give him a show this time?” Spade’s teeth grazed my ear, sending a jolt of desire straight through me. A gasp tore from my lips, loud enough to draw the gazes of both Kellan and Merrick, their ears attuned to my voice. Kellan pursed his lips, narrowing a glare at Spade, while Merrick’s eyes widened, examining the flush running up my neck as Spade resumed his teasing from the last break.

“I think he deserves a little payback.” I grinned at Spade conspiratorially before my lips found his. His tongue delved in, stroking mine with enough fervor, I almost thought he wanted to consume me. I whimpered into his mouth as his fingers skated up my thigh, not stopping this time.

I felt the weight of Merrick’s gaze on me, the annoyance and lust practically wafting off him and slamming into me, despite the distance between us.

Spade didn’t care, though. I was the only person on his mind as he reached beneath my skirt and dragged a long finger over my lace panties. My body jerked, his touch an electric shock, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me. My pulse raced, my anticipation ratcheting up even higher as he slipped them to the side, leaving my pussy bare as he spread my legs.

“Fuck,” Kellan muttered, his footsteps pounding toward us just as the bell chimed, signaling the next round. “Are you trying to be seen?” he whispered as he took his seat, a possessive growl in his voice that sent a wave of lust straight to my core.

His body curled around mine, ensuring no one else could see us as he gripped my thigh and tucked a finger under my chin. Before I knew what was happening, he was stealing my lips from Spade and replacing them with his own. Desperation laced the searing kiss, like it had been torture for him to watch us from the ring.

Elation bubbled up inside my chest at the effect I had on my guys, the way I could distract them, have them pining for me from across the room. I knew what that was like, though, because they did the same thing to me. Just the thought of them had me wanting to drag them into a back room the moment our eyes locked.

It was so much more than sexual attraction, though. It was their hearts, their souls that called to me, that lit that fire within me.

My nails dug into Kellan’s thigh, desperately trying to keep myself grounded as Spade’s fingers circled my clit. Lust burned through my veins, my breaths coming in ragged pants as my hips jerked, trying to chase Spade as he pulled away.

“I swear, he’s going feral for you, sugar.” Spade chuckled, running his tongue up my throat, as though I was the sweetest treat and he just had to get a taste.

I tore my lips from Kellan, my gaze searching the ring as Spade’s words registered. Merrick had officially turned into his stage name, The Mangler, judging by the way his fists slammed into his opponent. Tyson was keeping up, but barely, taking a few hits before stumbling away and sloppily blocking the next one.

It seemed Merrick was now determined to bring this fight to an end.

I wonder why that might be . . .

Kellan laughed against my skin, his lips shifting to my neck as he sucked and kissed his way down to my collarbone, eliciting a moan from my lips.

“Shh, little devil, before you draw anyone’s attention our way,” Kellan murmured against my skin as he kissed his way back up my neck, lighting my skin on fire with every touch.

Spade took mercy on me, his eyes glinting with mischief as he swirled his fingers against my sensitive nub, drawing a startled gasp from me before I clamped my lips shut.

“Good girl,” Spade crooned, stealing my lips in a scorching kiss. But he pulled away too soon, probably wanting to torture both Merrick and me.

Thankfully, he didn’t pull his hand away as I watched Merrick slam his fist into the other man’s face. Tyson stumbled back just in time for Merrick to land another blow, his movements weak and sloppy now.

Spade’s fingers slid into my pussy, and I bit down on my bottom lip to keep my moan in, my body shaking from the pleasure building within me.

“You’re so good, sugar. So perfect.” Spade’s words had my body quivering as he curled his fingers, stroking the burning desire up even higher with every touch.

Merrick’s gaze flashed toward me, like he could feel the pleasure growing like an inferno with every second. He narrowly missed a hit from Tyson, his rage brewing as he glared at his opponent, as if he was truly considering killing the man for making him take his eyes off me.

I nearly lost my tenuous hold on my moans of pleasure as Kellan added his fingers to the mix, using my arousal to circle my clit as Spade’s curled in my core, bringing me closer and closer to that precipice. My vision was going hazy as a wave of lust washed over me, and I fought the urge to roll my head back and lose myself in ecstasy. But the cheering crowd brought my vision back into focus as Merrick’s fist slammed into Tyson’s jaw, sending him flying backward.

The referee checked on him, but he was barely holding on to consciousness as he tried to pull himself to his feet and failed.

“Our winner, bringing down the reigning champion, is Merrriickk theee Mannnglerrr!” The announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers. The roar of the crowd vibrated through the club as my guys kept going, sending me hurtling closer to my climax as the referee raised Merrick’s hand.

He didn’t care, though—about winning, about his fans. No, his hazel eyes were glued to me, ravenous as my orgasm crashed into me and I lost control. Thankfully, no one could hear me over the screams from the crowd as my pussy clenched around Spade’s fingers, sending a flood of warm ecstasy through my veins. They didn’t stop, extending the climax as long as they could and building me toward another.

The moment the referee dropped Merrick’s hand, he descended upon me, not bothering to go through the motions of returning to the changeroom and me meeting him there. No, every ounce of patience Merrick had was gone; he was fighting so hard to hold on to his control that, at this point, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he wanted to fuck me in the ring, still covered in his and Tyson’s blood.

He dropped down in front of me as Spade and Kellan pulled away, trying to hide what we were doing now that the entire club’s attention was directed our way. I whimpered at the loss, but before I could say anything, Merrick hoisted me from my seat, his hands cocooning me to his chest.

“Hey.” I feigned annoyance, unable to hide the way my lips twitched. “You know I have legs, right?”

The crowd was still roaring behind us, their screams even intensifying, like they knew exactly what we were about to do.

“Little devil,” he growled, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to punish me or have me spread out before him like a buffet—I was honestly fine with either of those options. “I’d have you over my shoulder right now, my hand on your ass, if there was any chance the rest of this damn club wouldn’t see your soaked pussy.”

Well, he was right about both of those things. I was still soaked, my body ravenous for more after Spade and Kellan had been about to send me into another orgasm, and my panties were still pulled to the side.

“That’s not fair.” Spade huffed from behind us as Merrick stomped away, carrying me toward the changerooms.

But neither of them followed, probably knowing Merrick would tear their heads off if they got in his way now. I only hoped that they would join us later because my body was screaming for all three of my men. It was like their touching and teasing had awoken something inside me that wouldn’t be quelled until I tasted each of them, had their cocks buried inside me, reassuring me that they were here and they were mine.

Merrick’s back slammed into the door, some of the cheers from the crowd fading as he strode down the hallway. I couldn’t wait, though. I needed him now, and judging by the hunger lacing his hazel eyes, he was barely holding himself back.

I looped my arms around his neck, shifting in his hold until my chest was pressed against his and my legs were wrapped around his waist. His large palms supported me, slipping under my dress to cup my ass now that there was no one around to see.

“Little devil.” The name was like a blessing and a curse on his tongue as I stole his lips, cutting off whatever else he was about to say. He nearly broke the door off its hinges, if the metallic crash that reverberated through the room as he slammed open the changeroom door was anything to go by.

My gaze drifted to the leather couch that had featured in my first fantasy about this room, but Merrick bypassed it completely, the ravenous look in his eyes sending a thrill of electricity through me.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Giana.” He pressed me up against a row of lockers, the sharp bite of cold metal instantly soothing my heated skin. “Or maybe you do.” He pulled his lips from mine, his gaze roving over me, taking in every curve of my body in the tight dress.

“I might have chosen the color on purpose.” I grinned mischievously. Red was his favorite color, and I’d even gotten the shade close enough to his Impala that I knew he would instantly notice.

I rocked my hips against him, reminding him of the position we were in. Fuck, he was already hard, the thick line of his cock pressing against his tight shorts. I almost wanted to hop down and take in the full image, but the pressure was too delicious as my clit rubbed against his length, sending flames of desire licking up my spine.

He cursed under his breath, his gaze hazing over with lust as I slipped my hand between us and pushed down his shorts, freeing his massive cock. Hissing in a breath, I rocked my hips again, loving the friction of his skin against mine.

“You’re going to be the death of me, little devil.” His words seemed strangled, like he was trying to control himself, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to lose himself in me, to free himself of the shackles he constantly chained himself in. “But I’ll love every damn second of it.”

With one thrust, he was inside me, my walls squeezing around him as I nearly came undone. A moan tore from my lips, but his mouth slammed on mine, swallowing the sound. The kiss was rough and claiming, his tongue stroking mine, consuming me. My nails dug into his bare shoulders as he drove into me, our bodies coming together with each caress, each breath we shared.

I met Merrick with every roll of his hips, my body igniting as lust scorched along my veins, lighting me up from the inside out. My breaths came in ragged pants, but I didn’t care, didn’t pull my mouth away from him, because I needed him more than I needed air.

When he hit the perfect spot, I arched my hips, never wanting him to stop as he pushed me closer and closer to that precipice. Every second of tonight had been propelling us toward this point, toward this carnal need that we had for one another, making any thought other than him nearly impossible.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Giana,” Merrick said against my lips, his thick length claiming me with each thrust.

“I’m yours,” I breathed, my eyes locking with his as they flickered open, soaking in just how much he needed to hear those words.

We were together, and we’d kill anyone who ever tried to tear us apart. But it still felt new, tenuous, like, despite everything, I might wake up at any moment and realize this had all been the sweetest dream while I was still locked away in my prison.

“I love you.” There was a possessive fire that lit in his eyes, as though the very words had been torn from his heart.

“I love you,” I cried as he slammed into me, his thick length pushing me over that cliff at that exact moment.

My orgasm crashed over me, my heartbeat thundering as a warm, languid heat spread through my limbs. He pushed me through my climax, extending it as long as he could before pleasure gripped him. Finally, he plunged inside me one last time, filling me completely as he found his release.

I thought I was done, that my guys had wrenched every drop of pleasure from my body that they could, but I was wrong. His climax sent me hurtling into another as my pussy clenched around him.

My chest brushed against his bare pecs as we both desperately tried to fill our lungs, gripping each other like we never wanted to let go.

I traced a thumb over his cheek, grimacing at the bruise that had already started to form around the bandaged cut. “I hate seeing you hurt. I know you had to draw it out, but can you maybe not let him get in so many hits next time?”

I could watch him pummel his opponents all night, but that—that had been hard to stomach.

His grin was feral, his reaction drawing my lips into a frown. “And I hate seeing you being finger fucked in front of me when I’m powerless to join in.”

Fuck, I’d wanted him to join in. I wanted all three of my men worshipping my body, joining in the pleasure as sex and lust permeated the room.

I gasped and swatted his chest. “Don’t lie. You loved every second of it.”

“I would’ve loved it if there wasn’t a bar full of people that could’ve seen.” Merrick growled, the rumble of his chest sending an excited flutter straight to my core.

Merrick groaned as I clenched around him, jerking his hip involuntarily, but the moment his cock stroked inside of me, he was already growing hard again.

“Like I said, you’re going to be the death of me.”

His lips were about to capture mine when the door slammed open. Panic sent an icy chill skittering over my heated skin, but before I could untangle myself, Merrick turned me, only my face visible from the door’s view.

“I’ll fucking kill whoever’s there,” he growled, tugging his shorts up as two figures walked in, their strides calm despite the threat.

The unease twisting my stomach quickly dissipated as they came into view. “It’s okay.” I giggled, tapping his shoulder to let me down. “It’s Kellan and Spade.”

Maybe they came to . . .

My smile faded as I took in their somber expressions, which was new for Spade.

“What’s wrong?” I pushed out of Merrick’s grip, and he helped me get to my feet, his gaze narrowed as he examined the other two men.

Kellan and Spade immediately closed the distance, attempting to wrap me into a hug, but I stepped away. “Tell me first.”

Spade’s hand reached for mine, and I accepted the touch, knowing he needed the contact almost as much as I did. I took Kellan’s hand, too, and leaned into Merrick as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, reminding me that I wasn’t alone. I didn’t have to face the dire truths of the world with a brave face anymore.

Kellan’s eyes bore into mine, his thumb caressing the top of my hand, communicating that whatever he was going to say would be a blow to my chest.

“There’s been a fire.”