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hellion hold her door.
“Neither do I, but it sounded good.” Cin added under her breath, “Sure would be nice to have a shot of tequila right about now.”
The place was immense. Ona scented chlorine off to the side. Giggles and splashing wafted over the lawn as they made their way to the front door, also opened by a hellion. He wore some sort of suit with a vest instead of a jacket. But it didn’t hide his mongrel face, half dog, half human. They sure were an ugly breed.
“It won’t take long for them to find us. They’d have sensed us when we were within a mile. My brand picked up on Vedo around then. What about yours? I don’t sense any changes in you.”
“What changes? No.” Straightening to her full height, she didn’t dare glance down at her hip, though she felt as if everyone stared at her. So far all she’d gotten from it was that mild aphrodisiacal effect when Tiago aroused her. The room teemed with noise and heat, but no tall and gorgeous nephilim.
They entered a large room with chairs along the walls, kind of like a hallway that was as big as her apartment in Atlanta. Demons sat lounging, stood in small circles, or meandered here and there. The scent of them nearly overwhelmed her, like burnt ash had rushed up her nose and clogged her lungs. A raven haired demoness in a black sequined dress smirked at Ona then licked her blood-red lips. Her hand decorated with tattoos on each finger, the female tugged on a leash. At the end of the chain, a blond human male slipped to his mistress’s side and tongued her bared shoulders. A sick cloud of lust emanated from him. Ona bit back her gag reflex.
“Here we go.” Cin grabbed Ona’s arm. She followed Cin’s glare toward a male sauntering his way to them with a charming smile.
“My pretties, who do you belong to?” He drew in a long breath then frowned. His gaze dropped to Ona’s hip and he stared.
“She’s mine, Farris.” The low, deadly purr halted the other demon mid-step. Her heart raced and her breasts grew heavy.
“Tiago,” she replied in her best come hither voice.
From behind the male who bowed and stepped aside, Tiago nodded as if stiff-necked. A fleeting smile crossed his face. “There’s something I need to show you. Good evening, mother.”
“Tiago. Thank you for keeping my husband out of trouble. He looks to be in one piece.”
Tiago whispered in Ona’s ear, his breath tickling down her throat. “Not one word.”
Her so-called date grabbed her arm and quickly ushered her down the hall. They passed dozens of demons and humans who all stopped and openly stared at her hip and thigh. Her feet slapped against expensive marble floors. Tiago pulled her into a room, let go of her arm, and slammed the door. Then he blockaded it with a chair under the knob.
“I’ve seen that before.” She gripped the fabric of her dress over her belly which flipped and flopped around in a jittery rush.
“Yes. And as I said then, it won’t keep out a demon or a wolf, but it will give us warning. We have a few things to get straight before you head back out there.”
“Where is in here ?” One side of the room had a small couch and a desk with a mirror. The surface was littered with all sorts of cosmetics looking things on it. The other wall had shelves and a rod full of hangers. A few long coats hung there. But there was no other door in or out. “Why did you just drag me into a closet? This is a closet, isn’t it? Looks like it, even if it’s bigger than my apartment.”
“Surely not bigger than your apartment.” He sauntered slowly toward her, his eyes glinting, his shoulders straight and his arms loose. Like the most lethal of predators—like her.
“Maybe I exaggerate. But only a little.”
“What did you do to this dress?” He was there, right in front of her, only inches away. She had to let her head drop back to look into his face. Chiseled features, dark brows, and an edge of passion stared back at her. A wave of heat
“Neither do I, but it sounded good.” Cin added under her breath, “Sure would be nice to have a shot of tequila right about now.”
The place was immense. Ona scented chlorine off to the side. Giggles and splashing wafted over the lawn as they made their way to the front door, also opened by a hellion. He wore some sort of suit with a vest instead of a jacket. But it didn’t hide his mongrel face, half dog, half human. They sure were an ugly breed.
“It won’t take long for them to find us. They’d have sensed us when we were within a mile. My brand picked up on Vedo around then. What about yours? I don’t sense any changes in you.”
“What changes? No.” Straightening to her full height, she didn’t dare glance down at her hip, though she felt as if everyone stared at her. So far all she’d gotten from it was that mild aphrodisiacal effect when Tiago aroused her. The room teemed with noise and heat, but no tall and gorgeous nephilim.
They entered a large room with chairs along the walls, kind of like a hallway that was as big as her apartment in Atlanta. Demons sat lounging, stood in small circles, or meandered here and there. The scent of them nearly overwhelmed her, like burnt ash had rushed up her nose and clogged her lungs. A raven haired demoness in a black sequined dress smirked at Ona then licked her blood-red lips. Her hand decorated with tattoos on each finger, the female tugged on a leash. At the end of the chain, a blond human male slipped to his mistress’s side and tongued her bared shoulders. A sick cloud of lust emanated from him. Ona bit back her gag reflex.
“Here we go.” Cin grabbed Ona’s arm. She followed Cin’s glare toward a male sauntering his way to them with a charming smile.
“My pretties, who do you belong to?” He drew in a long breath then frowned. His gaze dropped to Ona’s hip and he stared.
“She’s mine, Farris.” The low, deadly purr halted the other demon mid-step. Her heart raced and her breasts grew heavy.
“Tiago,” she replied in her best come hither voice.
From behind the male who bowed and stepped aside, Tiago nodded as if stiff-necked. A fleeting smile crossed his face. “There’s something I need to show you. Good evening, mother.”
“Tiago. Thank you for keeping my husband out of trouble. He looks to be in one piece.”
Tiago whispered in Ona’s ear, his breath tickling down her throat. “Not one word.”
Her so-called date grabbed her arm and quickly ushered her down the hall. They passed dozens of demons and humans who all stopped and openly stared at her hip and thigh. Her feet slapped against expensive marble floors. Tiago pulled her into a room, let go of her arm, and slammed the door. Then he blockaded it with a chair under the knob.
“I’ve seen that before.” She gripped the fabric of her dress over her belly which flipped and flopped around in a jittery rush.
“Yes. And as I said then, it won’t keep out a demon or a wolf, but it will give us warning. We have a few things to get straight before you head back out there.”
“Where is in here ?” One side of the room had a small couch and a desk with a mirror. The surface was littered with all sorts of cosmetics looking things on it. The other wall had shelves and a rod full of hangers. A few long coats hung there. But there was no other door in or out. “Why did you just drag me into a closet? This is a closet, isn’t it? Looks like it, even if it’s bigger than my apartment.”
“Surely not bigger than your apartment.” He sauntered slowly toward her, his eyes glinting, his shoulders straight and his arms loose. Like the most lethal of predators—like her.
“Maybe I exaggerate. But only a little.”
“What did you do to this dress?” He was there, right in front of her, only inches away. She had to let her head drop back to look into his face. Chiseled features, dark brows, and an edge of passion stared back at her. A wave of heat
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