Chapter 17
Tobias
This was not part of the plan.
Make sure Joseline got to the club and lurk in a dark corner until she was ready to leave. That was all I had in mind when I agreed to this.
But when that pathetic fuck made her uncomfortable, I couldn’t stand by and do nothing. Her anxiety had bled through the crowd like poison, assaulting my senses, and I was fighting my way to her before I could stop myself.
I should have broken his hands to prove a point, or at least his face. But I’d let him go to avoid causing a scene, to avoid further embarrassing her.
Empathy, it’ll be the fucking death of me.
That is, if Joseline’s perfect ass rubbing my cock through these pants doesn’t send me straight to Hell first.
I suck in a breath and pull her firmly against me, blood rushing to my dick at the friction.
If she keeps this up, I’m liable to fuck her through my pants right here on the dance floor.
I might not want a human mate, but when there’s such a luscious one throwing her ass at me, I can’t be expected to not do anything.
I’m a demon before anything else, and after that, a male.
I snake one of my hands up to cup my fingers around her throat, tugging her head back against my chest. She conforms to me, molding to me perfectly, and my cock throbs.
I haven’t gotten my dick wet in ages, since before we hit the road touring.
One passionate hate fuck would certainly relieve my built up tension.
But that would complicate things.
I shake my head, knowing this is a terrible idea.
“Can I go now?” I ask, leaning to ask in her ear.
“If you’re bored, sure.” She shrugs, seeming unfazed.
Bored? She thinks I’m bored?
I thrust my hips forward, pressing my aching cock against her ass.
“Do I seem bored to you?”
Her stuttered breath has my cock throbbing more, weeping precum into the front of my pants. Thank fuck they’re black; no one is going to see the soaked fabric in the dark.
“A bit.” She looks back at me over her shoulder. “I’m sure you’d rather be doing something else.”
A dark chuckle rolls past my lips, and I reach for the end of my mask with my free hand. Lifting the disguise just enough to expose my mouth, I press my lips to the shell of her ear.
“You’re right. I wouldn’t mind stuffing something in that bratty mouth of yours,” I taunt, nipping at her jaw.
“Fuck,” she gasps. She reaches behind her to grip my cock through my pants, and a growl vibrates in my chest.
I snap my mask back into place and whirl her around to face me, reveling in the shocked look in her eye.
“Keep pushing my buttons, and I'll show you how much of a demon I really am,” I warn.
Her lips part, and the urge to taste them is almost overwhelming. Too bad there are so many onlookers.
And she’s such a fucking brat.
And a human…
The cons are staggering, but that doesn’t diminish the desire. She’s everything I don’t want, exactly what I don’t need, but if she asked me to, I’d fuck her here and now to prove a point. To her, to everyone watching. They aren’t worthy of her time or her body.
“And if that’s what I want?” She leans in and rubs her hand over the front of my pants again, her fingers trailing the length of my cock. “To see what’s underneath that mask.”
The smell of alcohol on her breath hits me, cutting through my thoughts that are steadily growing more hazy.
“You’re drunk,” I say, pulling away.
“I am not.” She pokes out her bottom lip. “I’m perfectly sober.”
I smile beneath the mask. “And you’re a liar. Good to know.”
Her brows furrow together, and she loops her fingers through my belt loops, pulling me toward her. “You’re no fun. Maybe you should drink too.”
This time I laugh in earnest. “You couldn’t handle a drunk demon, love. Even if you could, I’d put every single person in this club in danger.”
She rolls her eyes and groans as the music changes to something upbeat, and everyone around us starts jumping up and down.
“Then what do you want to do?” she asks, bouncing to the beat.
“Leave. Sleep.” I shrug. Shove my tongue down your throat until you beg me to stop.
“You’re so old.”
“You have no idea.” I jerk my head toward the front of the club. “Come on. Let’s go get you more liquor and close your tab.”
“Close it? Why?”
“Because I’m not carrying you out of here black out drunk,” I say, grabbing her by the hand to lead her to the bar. To my surprise, she doesn’t jerk away from my touch and follows without a word.
She talks me into two more drinks, but I don’t mind.
Not really. Now that she’s not pressed up against me, I’m not fighting my instincts to rut into her on the dance floor.
I sit in silence, letting her drink and chat up the bartender, then I’m steering her toward the door as she giggles up a storm.
The night is calm and cool when we step out of the nightclub. The peace is a relief from the incessant bass throbbing inside the building.
Joseline’s cheeks are flushed, a smile curling her lips as she takes the lead and marches down the sidewalk. She only makes it a few steps before wheeling around to face me.
“I’m not ready to go back to the tour bus yet,” she pouts.
Her words rattle my senses as I try to make sense of them.
The tour bus?
Is she talking about my tour bus? Does she think I’m taking her back there for the night?
Emrys would probably be pissed.
If she’s dead set on a hate fuck, her hotel would be a much better option. More room, no roommates.
I clear my throat. “Don’t you mean your hotel?”
“I mean, I guess that’s fine.” She purses her lips. “But I left my stuff on Niki’s bus, so I was going to crash there.”
Oh. Right. She’s thinking about sleep, not a hate fuck.
“Where the hell do you want to go then?” I ask, shoving the senseless thoughts out of my head.
She pulls her phone out of the tiny bag thrown over her shoulder, and her eyebrows shoot up. “It’s still early! It’s not even three o’clock.”
I shake my head. “Seems like it’s past your bedtime to me, sweetheart. I don’t plan to follow you around until the sun comes up.”
“Then don’t.” She tucks her phone back into the bag and keeps walking, wobbling a little on her wedges.
I stare after her for a long moment, wondering how much trouble I would get into for teleporting her back to her hotel room and locking her inside for the night. That seems like a much better plan than babysitting her through the streets of downtown Denver.