Chapter One
The deep, melodic trance music vibrated through Trask’s body
as he prowled the crowded dance floor. He was hungry, so very, very hungry, and
the time had come for him to find a willing partner for the night. Any one of
the mortals undulating around him would have sufficed, but so far none of them
appealed to him. The need gnawed at his insides, but he waited, searching for
the one. Over his long years among the humans, he’d learned that it always paid
to be a little bit discriminating. It made the feast so much more gratifying.
He sidestepped around a young woman, his shoulder
accidentally brushing against hers. He felt her body temperature rise as he
passed, the lust that had been simmering just below the surface swelling to a
fevered pitch within her. She grabbed her companion and kissed him ferociously,
shamelessly rubbing herself against him. She wasn’t the only one affected by
his presence either. Potent waves of raw sexual energy radiated from him,
infecting the air around him, threatening to turn the club into one giant orgy.
Trask smiled at the thought.
He cruised the dance floor, reveling in the exquisite thrill
of his hunt. Human lust was such a decadent treat, so very different from the
desperate lust of the damned in hell, and it filled this ordinarily dull world
with brilliant light and added depth to the darkest shadows. He could feel it
oozing from the dancers, the men and the women, sweating and panting, touching
and grinding, their bodies writhing in time with the music. Tension built in
his groin and he welcomed the pure, straining delight.
He stopped suddenly, the prickling at the base of his spine
alerting him to the presence of another demon nearby. Not a lust demon like
himself, but something similar. Pride maybe, or perhaps wrath? He couldn’t
quite get a fix on it. He waited, wondering if it was going to make contact.
Often other demons haunting and hunting the human realm wanted to meet, to plot
and plan and scheme, to “raise some hell” or whatever, but he got the
impression that it was occupied with something else entirely. Which was just
fine with him. He’d never been the social sort.
The music changed and a thumping bass beat poured out of the
speakers. Trask shook off the psychic residue of the other and worked his way
toward the bar. He ordered a bourbon on the rocks and leaned back, happily
absorbing the intoxicating atmosphere while scanning the crowd for his
potential playmate.
His gaze fell upon a woman on the edge of the dance floor in
a short, black dress that hugged every curve of her luscious body. Her
violently dyed red hair was piled high on her head and sexy tendrils escaped to
frame her heart-shaped face. There was a hint of rosy flush on her smooth,
round cheeks and the way her hips swayed to the music made his cock stir.
Trask placed his drink aside and unconsciously ran his
tongue over his teeth as he glided toward her. She was tall, probably close to
six feet in her heels, but he still had to lean down to whisper close to her
ear. “Hello,” he purred, breathing in her clean scent of shampoo and roses and
woman.
She turned slowly toward him, her gaze roaming over his
face, his body, and he got the distinct impression that she was mentally
undressing him. He certainly hoped she was. She obviously liked what she saw
because a smile blossomed on her glossy, pink lips. “Hi.”
The instant, piercing sexual tension between them made his
blood surge. He reached out with a fine strand of psychic energy and lightly
dipped into her primal core. Trask hissed as desire coiled in his groin. She
was sweet ambrosia, a succulent feast just waiting to happen and his cock ached
to sink inside her, to make her come again and again while he fed on all that
glorious lust. “You are very beautiful,” he said, savoring the tiny taste of
her fire.
“Uh-huh,” she said, mischief and humor making her eyes
sparkle. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Trask
The deep, melodic trance music vibrated through Trask’s body
as he prowled the crowded dance floor. He was hungry, so very, very hungry, and
the time had come for him to find a willing partner for the night. Any one of
the mortals undulating around him would have sufficed, but so far none of them
appealed to him. The need gnawed at his insides, but he waited, searching for
the one. Over his long years among the humans, he’d learned that it always paid
to be a little bit discriminating. It made the feast so much more gratifying.
He sidestepped around a young woman, his shoulder
accidentally brushing against hers. He felt her body temperature rise as he
passed, the lust that had been simmering just below the surface swelling to a
fevered pitch within her. She grabbed her companion and kissed him ferociously,
shamelessly rubbing herself against him. She wasn’t the only one affected by
his presence either. Potent waves of raw sexual energy radiated from him,
infecting the air around him, threatening to turn the club into one giant orgy.
Trask smiled at the thought.
He cruised the dance floor, reveling in the exquisite thrill
of his hunt. Human lust was such a decadent treat, so very different from the
desperate lust of the damned in hell, and it filled this ordinarily dull world
with brilliant light and added depth to the darkest shadows. He could feel it
oozing from the dancers, the men and the women, sweating and panting, touching
and grinding, their bodies writhing in time with the music. Tension built in
his groin and he welcomed the pure, straining delight.
He stopped suddenly, the prickling at the base of his spine
alerting him to the presence of another demon nearby. Not a lust demon like
himself, but something similar. Pride maybe, or perhaps wrath? He couldn’t
quite get a fix on it. He waited, wondering if it was going to make contact.
Often other demons haunting and hunting the human realm wanted to meet, to plot
and plan and scheme, to “raise some hell” or whatever, but he got the
impression that it was occupied with something else entirely. Which was just
fine with him. He’d never been the social sort.
The music changed and a thumping bass beat poured out of the
speakers. Trask shook off the psychic residue of the other and worked his way
toward the bar. He ordered a bourbon on the rocks and leaned back, happily
absorbing the intoxicating atmosphere while scanning the crowd for his
potential playmate.
His gaze fell upon a woman on the edge of the dance floor in
a short, black dress that hugged every curve of her luscious body. Her
violently dyed red hair was piled high on her head and sexy tendrils escaped to
frame her heart-shaped face. There was a hint of rosy flush on her smooth,
round cheeks and the way her hips swayed to the music made his cock stir.
Trask placed his drink aside and unconsciously ran his
tongue over his teeth as he glided toward her. She was tall, probably close to
six feet in her heels, but he still had to lean down to whisper close to her
ear. “Hello,” he purred, breathing in her clean scent of shampoo and roses and
woman.
She turned slowly toward him, her gaze roaming over his
face, his body, and he got the distinct impression that she was mentally
undressing him. He certainly hoped she was. She obviously liked what she saw
because a smile blossomed on her glossy, pink lips. “Hi.”
The instant, piercing sexual tension between them made his
blood surge. He reached out with a fine strand of psychic energy and lightly
dipped into her primal core. Trask hissed as desire coiled in his groin. She
was sweet ambrosia, a succulent feast just waiting to happen and his cock ached
to sink inside her, to make her come again and again while he fed on all that
glorious lust. “You are very beautiful,” he said, savoring the tiny taste of
her fire.
“Uh-huh,” she said, mischief and humor making her eyes
sparkle. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Trask
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