Ghostland by Jory Strong

Ghost?”
    “Yes.”
    “How many others?”
    “Six, I think. He took me aside after he’d sold to them. That’s when he told me I’d have the best results if I found a private place where people couldn’t interfere with my trip. I don’t think he told the others that.”
    “Where did you go to use Ghost?”
    “To one of the upstairs master bedrooms. The closet is long enough to lie down in and it has a door.”
    “Did he follow you?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Did anyone see you go into the closet?”
    “There was a threesome on the bed. There were people hanging around watching them. I didn’t really notice who was there. What happens at the club stays at the club—that’s one of the very few rules. The clubbers won’t tell you anything, but the Ghost dealers, I think they’ll be very interested in you.”
    Elena retrieved a thin billfold from another pocket and placed some money on the table. “This is enough to get you into Sinners a few times. It may take more than one visit before the Ghost sellers show up. There’s food and drink for sale inside, but you’re allowed to bring your own in.” She cocked her head and studied Aisling in an assessing manner. “With your looks, you shouldn’t have any trouble getting the men to buy you dinner and drinks. Rape’s not allowed. Even drunk, the men who’ll be in the club aren’t stupid enough to try that, but just about anything else goes.” She checked her watch. “You’ll go to the club tonight?”
    Nervousness tightened Aisling’s chest. “Yes.”
    “Let me show you where it is on the map, then I need to leave. I’ve already been here a long time. I don’t want to make Luther suspicious.”
    The map was still on the table pushed against the counter. It took Elena only a few minutes to show Aisling the bus route and the street Sinners was on.
    As soon as she was gone, Zurael reclaimed his human shape. “I’ll go with you.”
    “They won’t let you in,” she said and his husky laugh sent heated need spiraling through her.
    Despite his intentions to keep his distance from her, Zurael couldn’t stop himself from cupping her neck. The rapid beat of her pulse against his palm was echoed in the throbbing of his cock.
    “Do you truly believe they can keep me out?”
    The need to touch her was getting worse. The fascination she held for him was growing deeper.
    A single hand’s width wasn’t enough contact. He leaned in and touched his cheek to hers as his arm went around her waist.
    A groan escaped when he pulled her flush against him, and for a moment he couldn’t speak. Sensation bombarded him. Lust burned through his veins like the molten rock the Djinn had risen from.
    “Do you think I can’t pass for human?” he whispered, kissing her ear, letting her feel the strength of his desire in the form of his erection.
    Aisling wrapped her arms around his waist. She shouldn’t feel such relief and comfort in being with him. It had to be wrong to lust for a demon. But she couldn’t seem to stop herself from wanting him, from yielding a little bit more of herself each time he touched her. “We need to leave,” she whispered, almost grateful to be going somewhere she wouldn’t be alone with Zurael.
    His hand left her neck and swept down her spine. She moaned softly as he cupped her hips and ground himself against her clit. He made her ache in a way she’d never ached before. He made her fantasize about things that shouldn’t be allowed to happen.
    She turned her head and kissed his neck. His hips jerked in response.
    “Aisling,” he said, and the sound of him saying her name made her labia swell and part in readiness for him.
    Her hands moved up his sides and around to find his nipples. They were hard points against her palms. She rubbed over them and thrilled at the way he panted lightly and cupped her buttocks so he could pull her more tightly against his hardened penis.
    “Tell me, Aisling. Can I can pass for human?” There was a