Demon Treat (Trick or Treat)
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Copyright ©2013 B.J. McCall
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Flashing strobe lights and gyrating bodies greeted the eye. Raucous laughter, clinking glasses and hip-hop music battered the ears, but the smell of Sweet Evil was pure human. Drinking and getting high, the humans were ready to sin. Smiling, Hekka scanned the crowd.
One didn't become a Wicked without sinning in a thousand different ways, but Hekka's guilty pleasure was human males. The club offered a variety from young to middle-aged, fair to swarthy, black-headed to blonde, thin to buff and handsome to ugly.
Her usual preferences ran to young, blond and buff. Handsome was a must, but tonight Hekka yearned for something different.
She strolled through the club, the humans parting as Hekka made her way to her reserved private booth. Unless they were stupid-in-love or sickeningly pure of heart, the men would come running, willing and wanting to offer themselves to evil without understanding what she was or why their dicks were so hard.
As a Wicked, Hekka emitted a powerful aphrodisiac. Which one to choose?
A red-haired man caught her eye, but was quickly dismissed as Hekka's gaze slid over tall, dark and handsome. Instead of wearing a costume, he wore jeans and a black T-shirt. His hair was thick and wavy, barely touching his shoulders. His angular face was arresting. His face was somewhat familiar and sinfully handsome.
Was he one of the celebrities who made secret visits to the domains below without the knowledge of their adoring fans? No, she'd fucked them all and Hekka would have remembered him.
He was taller than average, lean of build with narrow hips and broad shoulders. But it wasn't just his body that held her attention. It was his eyes.
The color was lost in the flashing lights, but he stared right at her, as if he already possessed her.
A slow shiver of anticipation slid down her spine. Hekka wanted to curl her long, red-tipped finger, giving him permission to approach, but she needed to see if utterly gorgeous lived up to his brazen stare.
He took his time, finishing his drink while he looked at her and tipping the bartender before sauntering across the dance floor. He held out his hand. "Fancy a dance, Hekka?"
"You know my name?"
"I tip well."
"I don't do hip-hop."
"Once you press that fabulous body against me I won't care what the DJ is playing and neither will you."
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?"