Chapter Thirty-Two
Remi was soulless and shadowless and without a magical bargain to make his music famous. His band had no label backing them, no money coming in, and no fan support, but none of that mattered.
He had Skye, the sexiest, most infuriating and manipulative and perfect woman in Hell, Heaven, Earth, and in all of the goddamn universe as far as he was concerned.
And Tilted Haze had a demon for a band manager.
How much more rock ’n’ roll could they possibly get?
While the broken bargain had destroyed Tilted Haze’s reputation with their former label, the plagiarism case against them was eventually dropped for lack of evidence.
Skye explained that the original bargain had been effectively negated when Remi made the new bargain with the Devil, so the immediate magical consequences disappeared, but the stain on their name remained.
The band focused on writing the rest of their sophomore album, and in that time, Skye tried to find them a new label.
Weeks went by, but no one in the industry was willing to even take a meeting with them.
“We still have the van to tour in,” West said, while they were spitballing different options in the living room one evening.
“And some money saved up.” Their million-dollar contract was void since their label dropped them before their album earned out, but they weren’t destitute.
No one would need to get a shitty retail job, at least for now.
Skye nodded. “And there are a few producers who owe me favors. We could record the album, and I could probably get us another tour set up. I’ve already used my pull to get you guys a few shows.”
“That’s really lucky. How does everyone owe you favors, Skye?” Liam asked from the recliner.
Skye tried to dampen her smirk, but it crept through. She shrugged.
“She just works her demon magic,” Remi said, resting his arm on the back of the couch above her shoulders.
“I’ve got the magic touch right here.” She wiggled her fingers at Remi and winked.
“Ew,” West said from the other side of Remi. “Could you save your foreplay for where I don’t have to see it?”
Everyone laughed.
“Maybe it’s your aunt, West,” Ollie said, coughing through the hit of the bong he’d just taken. “Maybe she’s been casting more spells for us that are making us lucky.”
“I’m sure she is,” West said.
“Maybe we have a guardian angel,” Liam said. “Maybe it’s Emerson.”
Remi stiffened, and his eyes darted to West, who only pursed his lips.
Liam grimaced. He opened his mouth, probably to apologize or something, but West beat him to it.
“There’s no way in hell Emerson is guarding anyone from anything,” West said, bitterness dripping from his voice. “He’s probably haunting us if anything. That’d be more like him.”
Remi fiddled with his lip ring. He’d asked Skye about angels after Laurie’s reveal that he was half-angel, half-demon.
She’d told him that she’d never met an angel but knew they existed.
She said they were most likely created the same way demons were, which didn’t have anything to do with dead humans coming back to life, just boring, old procreation methods.
Remi leaned over to West. “You really believe that?” he asked. “That Emerson is haunting us?”
West blinked a few times as if coming out of a daze. “No, fuck.” He snorted. “I don’t believe that shit. I was just joking.”
Remi nodded, scanning his best friend.
“Sorry,” West said, shaking his head. “That was a dick thing of me to say, Remi. I shouldn’t talk about your brother that way.”
Remi forced a smile. He wasn’t offended. He was just worried about West, but he bumped his shoulder into his best friend’s. “I really don’t care. Em was a douchebag most of the time.”
“He was.”
“You know what would really piss him off?” Remi asked, grinning.
“What?” West asked, smiling back.
“If we got a third record deal.”
West threw his head back and laughed.
Skye came barreling into Remi’s bedroom, her eyes wide and a vibrant energy swirling around her. He was lounging in his unmade bed, the sheets balled up in the corner and his pillow sideways under his back.
Remi perked up as Skye leaned down and unzipped one of her boots and then the other, tossing them to the side. “What are you doing?” he asked.
Skye grabbed the hem of her shirt and whipped it off, leaving it in a pile on the floor. An evil glint lit her eyes as she smirked. Remi’s dick took notice, heat gathering in his groin.
“I’m getting naked,” Skye said.
“Okay,” Remi said, appreciating this random turn of events. Skye was supposed to be gone all day, talking to labels, but he infinitely preferred what was happening right now. He shucked off his shirt too.
Skye wiggled out of her jeans and then crawled on hands and knees up the bed and straddled him.
“Not that I don’t love this,” Remi said as he rested his hands on her hips, running his palm over the black ink of flowers and a swirling snake on her thigh.
“Because I really, really do,” he continued as she leaned down and planted soft, teasing kisses on his neck.
“But is there anything in particular that’s making you excited? ”
“Rock stars just really turn me on,” Skye said.
Remi laughed, but it turned into a moan as Skye nibbled his ear and sparks of arousal tingled down his back.
“Rock stars with record contracts get me even hotter,” Skye whispered.
It took a few seconds for the words to sink in, mostly because Skye was grinding against him and—
Remi jolted up, gripping her hips. “Did you—do we?”
Skye smiled and unhooked her bra.
His eyes dropped to her breasts, erasing the words from his mind in a flame of desire. He cupped the soft flesh in his hands and played with her nipples until they became hard peaks.
Skye’s eyes hooded. “Congratulations,” she said, breathy. “Tilted Haze has been offered a deal with Sunshine Records.”
Remi furrowed his brow, leaning forward to nose at her sternum, rub his face into her breasts. “I’ve never heard of them.”
Skye’s nails scratched along his scalp. “They’re a new label, but the owner is one of the best in the business.”
“Who?”
She twisted her fingers into his hair and tugged until Remi was looking up at her. Skye just grinned down at him, scrunching up her cute little nose and making her silver septum ring wiggle.
Remi waited, and waited some more, and then he got it.
He wrapped an arm around her back and flipped them so she was underneath him. He sucked on her breasts, down her torso, up her neck, absolutely devouring her like he was a man starved.
“What’s making you so excited, Remi?” Skye said, her voice light and fluffy, amusement intertwined with desire.
He popped his head up and looked into her eyes as the irises flickered red. “CEOs of record labels just really turn me on.”
“You’re not mad that your band manager might be a little distracted sometimes?” she asked.
Remi kicked off his pants and underwear before curling his fingers into her panties and dragging them down her legs. “Maybe a little mad,” he said, kissing the black ink that swirled along her hipbone.
“Really?”
“Yeah, but you can make it up to me.”
“Oh, can I?”
Remi flung himself down onto the bed. “Yep. Come fuck me and I’ll probably be a lot less mad after.”
Skye giggled and threw her leg over his hip. “You mean like this?” she said, grinding against him. The heat of her pussy trapped his dick, rubbing along the underside as she squeezed his biceps and swiveled her hips on top of him.
His eyes fluttered shut. “Fuck yeah. Just like that,” he sighed.
Remi felt a spark of magic flicker alive and opened his eyes. The black-taloned tips of Skye’s wings hovered over her shoulders, and the end of her tail tickled up his leg. Petite horns appeared on top of her head.
“So pretty,” he said, leaning up to cup her cheek and pull her into a deep kiss.
His fingertips traced the outer shell of her wings down to the base at her back.
He smiled with a possessive hunger as her wings shivered under his touch.
Remi nipped at her bottom lip and thumbed along her shoulder blade, teasing the thin webbing, pressing his hand into the space between both wings and tracing up and down her spine until she was panting for him.
“Remi,” she moaned, her hot breath tickling his ear. Her fingers curled into his chest, nails digging in to his skin. The pain of her scratches and the needy edge to her voice as she said his name intermixed into a delicious pleasure tingling through his body.
“Ah, ah, come on,” Remi said. “Need to be inside you.”
A malicious quirk lifted her lips. “What do you say?” The dark desire in her voice made his dick twitch, the luxurious velvet and honey of a crooning, seductive demon.
He groaned. “Please, Skye. Please.”
Her vicious laugh gave him chills. She reached between them and traced the head of his cock up and down her pussy, gathering her arousal, making the head of his cock slick.
“Holy shit,” Remi murmured. “Fuck, please. Please, already.” He squeezed her generous hips, delighting in the thickness of her flesh and the way her skin pinkened under his hold.
He couldn’t quite understand his desire to just squeeze and hold and feel all of her until there was just a touch of pain.
That was how hard he loved her, needed her, that his body expressed it through the need to squish her to him until she writhed.
Pain and pleasure mixing. That was always what they were together.
Skye braced herself over him and sank down on his cock, slow enough that his eyes went cross. Her tight pussy clenched around him, warm and wet and fucking perfect.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Remi said, running his hands up and down her body, unable to not touch all of her.
He watched his cock disappear inside her.
She sucked in a breath as her hips met his.
Her breasts bounced as she rode him, the flesh of her stomach and hips and thighs jiggling as she took him over and over.