Time to trick or treat. Brabus likes treats. What do you like?
Demons come out of hiding on All Hallow’s Eve to play tricks, but Hekka’s preferred treats are hot, hunky human males. Her favorite club, Sweet Evil, is packed with treats and Hekka is on the prowl.
Brabus is new to the demon world. Although Hekka is a powerful demon and Brabus’ soul is still in limbo, he wants her for his own. It’s All Hallow’s Eve and Brabus isn’t above tricking Hekka into his arms.
He was bold and exactly what Hekka needed.
She placed her hand in his and let him guide her onto the dance floor.
He drew her against his hard-muscled body, pressed his groin against hers and slowly swayed his hips. He had a smooth confidence that promised more than a quick bump and grind.
Hekka slid her hand beneath his T-shirt. Without a belt his jeans rode low enough on his hips to allow her to explore his tightly ridged abdomen. Her finger slipped under his waistband. The temptation to feel his cock and size him up was stifled when he wrapped his long fingers around her wrist.
“Easy. You wouldn’t want me embarrassing myself right here on the dance floor.”
He wouldn’t be the first human she brought to climax while dancing, but Hekka allowed him to remove her hand. He placed a kiss on her palm and her insides flared with heat.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love the feel of your hands on me, darling. But this isn’t the place.”
He wanted her, but he wasn’t reacting to her in the panting dog fashion of most humans. There was something different about this handsome stranger and Hekka intended to find out what made him so unique.
She was ready for something new, something more than a variety of partners and a fast and furious night. He’d already had her smoldering.
His lips brushed her ear. “Let’s get out of here.”
“I never leave with a stranger,” she said.
He looked her in the eye and gave her a smile that said he knew she was lying. “Lorcan Connely, at your service.”
With any other human male, she would have dragged his ass back into her private booth or into a bathroom stall, but Hekka was intrigued. He wasn’t like the others she’d used, abused and dismissed. What did he have in mind? “Where shall we go, Lorcan?”
The huge slab of granite sat atop a mountain. During the new moon, the Wickeds gathered there to plot and scheme against the heavens. “Most think the stone is haunted.”
He offered his arm. “What’s All Hallow’s Eve without a thrill?”
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