Her Soul for Revenge (Souls Trilogy)

Nothing on Earth compared to demonic liquor, and it was being served here by the gallon. It was pungently sharp on the breath of every demon we passed, and I was eager for a drink. Human liquor did nothing for me — but Hell’s alcohol certainly would.

“So, what do you think?” I spoke right in Juniper’s ear as we wound through the crowd, making our way toward the large round bar that had been set up in the middle of the factory floor. A massive, shining pyramid of glass bottles was the bar’s centerpiece, towering precariously above us. The bartenders, some of them blindfolded, handled multiple bottles at once, tossing them between each other as they poured libations into silver shakers.

Before I’d begun hunting souls, I’d wanted only to spend my time in places like this, concocting drinks in Clans around the world. It was exactly the kind of environment I liked: crowded and chaotic, wicked and filthy. The challenge of serving so many demons, while maintaining perfect form and pulling off the absurd drinks these bartenders managed, was one I’d been eager to perfect.

“It’s wild,” Juniper said. “It feels…it feels good here. There’s so much happening!” She laughed, shaking her head as if she couldn’t really believe what she was seeing. We stepped around a couple fucking roughly on the floor, both of them bleeding and panting, the crowd around them cheering for more. I didn’t miss the redness that tinted Juniper’s face, the rise in her body temperature, the scent of her arousal.

She liked to watch. Perhaps she liked to perform too.

We got up to the bar, and I held up two fingers to the bartender.

“What are we getting?” Juniper yelled over the music. She didn’t need to: I could hear her fine. “Do they have whisky here?”

“The bartender gives you whatever you need,” I said. “You don’t choose; they do.” It was a difficult art, even for demons: determining what would suit someone best from a mere glance, everything concocted on an individual basis. Two glasses slid across the bar toward us, and I caught them, handing the lighter one to Juniper. She reached for it eagerly, and I snatched it back out of her reach at the last moment.

“This is Hell’s liquor, Juniper,” I said. “Be careful. It hits hard.”

She twisted up her mouth skeptically. “I can hold my liquor, Zane.”

“You’ve never had liquor like this.”

I handed it over, and she took a large sip. The bartender was watching eagerly, and so were a few others clustered around the bar. Juniper’s eyes widened and immediately began to water, and she coughed as she stared at the drink in shock.

“What — what the fuck —” She coughed again, barely holding the drink steady. I couldn’t stop laughing, and the bartender shook his head with a grin.

“How is it?” he yelled to her, already in the midst of preparing three other beverages. Juniper wiped her tears away, staring at the drink like it had bitten her, but she still took another sip.

“Fucking Christ, this might kill me.” She giggled, raising the glass to the bartender with a smile. “It’s good!”

She giggled again, the alcohol already giving her a buzz. Fuck, I liked that laugh of hers. I rarely heard it, but it was so damn cute it made me feel vicious; it made me want to turn that giggle into a moan.

I took her wrist, pulling her after me into the crowd. She stood close against me, the press of bodies all around us, swaying to the music in rhythm with those around her. I tugged the elastic from her hair, letting it flow loose down her back. She shook it out, hair falling in her face, her eyes half-closed as she moved to the beat. It was hot amongst the crowd, so many demonic bodies rapidly raising the temperature even on a cold night like this. I stripped off my shirt, smiling at the refreshingly cold kiss of the air. Juniper had her back to me now but she moved close, her hips grinding back against me as she took another sip of her drink.

The way she moved was beautiful. Rhythmic and sensual, every movement smooth, perfectly in unison with me. It got me hard as fuck in just a few seconds, but no one was going to be horrified by that here. This entire crowd was horny as fuck and wasn’t going to hide it.

She turned and stroked her hands down my bare chest as she danced low, leaning close, biting me softly as her nails dug into my hips. The eyes of the demons around us had turned to her, savoring her, forked tongues moving hungrily over their lips. But she was mine, all mine; and tonight, I wasn’t going to share.

They could look all they wanted, and I hoped they did. They desired her, and it gave me a fucking head rush. She draped her arms around my neck, and I squeezed my hand around her throat. She smiled as she sipped the drink again, leaving a wet shimmer of liquor across her full lips.

“You look like you want to eat me,” she rasped huskily.

“Oh, love, trust me, I do. I want to rip you apart.”

I kissed her mouth, those sweet liquor-tinted lips. I knotted my hand in her hair and claimed her, my tongue dancing around hers as her body danced close to mine. She knew exactly what she was doing with the way her hips were moving: the sly smile on her face as our mouths parted confirmed it.

“I’m glad you brought me here,” she said, her eyes bright as she looked up at me.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, love.” I still hadn’t let go of her throat. I liked holding her like that, feeling how her heartbeat raced under my fingers. “Are you enjoying getting to tease me in front of everyone? That ass of yours is really starting to tempt me.”

She smiled wickedly. “Tempt you? I hope so. It would be such a shame if you lost control in front of everyone.”

She’d gone from tempting to demanding, and I wasn’t going to deny her. I turned her roughly, so her back was to me again, her ass grinding against me. The demons around us were watching more eagerly now, their excitement rising. I leaned down, and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to make you lose control before I do, love. I’m going to make you come on my fingers, right here, in front of everyone.”

She shuddered from head to toe, but she didn’t stop dancing as I moved my hand down her body, sheathing my claws before I slipped my fingers below her waistband. She gasped softly as my fingers traced lightly between her legs, teasing her, her movements slowing as she began to focus her attention on my fingers.

“Everyone is watching,” she whispered. I bit the tender curve of her neck, hard enough to make her whimper.

“Damn right, they are. They want to see how beautiful you look when you fall apart.”

I slipped my finger between her legs, and groaned when I found her already wet. She was so soft, so deliciously warm, and she began to shudder as my fingers massaged her clit. She ground her hips down, rubbing herself on me, demandingly seeking the stimulation she was so desperate for.

I was too eager for her. I could have taken my time — but I didn’t want to. I wanted to pleasure her, hard and fast. I wanted to see the ecstasy rush over her and overwhelm her.

She reached back, her fingers clawing at my neck as her back arched against me. I alternated between massaging her clit and pressing two fingers inside her, stretching her throbbing pussy with every thrust.

“Fuck, Zane —” Her words were breathy, trembling. She looked so fucking good, and I growled as I bit her again. The pain made her cry out, and several of those watching us cheered in response, a few of them inspired enough to seize their partners and begin their own rough games. Cries of pleasure and pain rose around us, and Juniper’s eyes widened as she looked among them.

“Fuck, you like watching, don’t you?” I murmured hungrily, fucking her with my fingers as a demon was forced onto his knees in front of her, his partner mercilessly stroking his cock as he shuddered. Her breath was coming rapidly, and she was shaking as she held me. “You’re so wet, love. Do you like it when they watch you too?”

She nodded quickly, eyes hooded with heat and passion. The temptation to fuck her right there in the middle of the crowd was strong, but I could wait. Now that I knew just how much she liked it, there was no way we were leaving until I’d fucked her to complete mind-numbing ecstasy in front of every demon here. The walls of her cunt tightened around my fingers, and I rubbed my palm against her clit, loving every tiny whimper it brought out of her.

She moaned, shaking as she leaned back heavily against me. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come —”

“There’s my good girl,” I murmured, keeping my pace steady, holding her tight as she gasped. “Come for me, love.”

My words broke her, and I had to hold her up as her legs shook. The scent of her had gotten those around us into a frenzy, and the chaotic pleasure humming around us felt like a drug in the air. My head was buzzing with it, my body tingling with lust. I kissed her cheek as her tension drained away, and I brought my fingers to her lips. She sucked them clean, licking her own taste from my skin as she swayed.

I began to guide her away, back to the edges of the crowd. “Let’s take a break, love, and allow you to catch your breath.”