“For fuck’s sake,“ hissed Beast, but his mouth curved into a smile he couldn’t stop. “Shut up, you asshole. It’s not funny. He keeps offering shit, and we’re busy with booze, sex, and parties as it is. I don’t need any more infernal gifts, since they come with strings that feel like nooses.”

Knight nodded, certain they would speak of this more comfortably another time, away from the house, where the demon couldn’t overhear them. “Your man is lonely downstairs. I bet he hopes you’ll join him soon.”

Beast frowned. “Laurent’s at the orgy?”

“Maybe he wants some inspiration. It’s been a few months, right?” he asked, grinning.

Beast walked up to him and shoved his arm in passing, but the true anger was gone. “Shut it you bastard. I haven’t even taught him half the things I know.”

Knight laughed and followed Beast’s lead, walking out into the corridor. “Who knows, maybe he also wants to surprise you?”

“He’d need to watch much more porn than he does for that.” Beast locked the door behind them. They continued with the back and forth teasing until they reached the party, which had gotten bigger and wilder since Knight left. There was a gangbang going on in one of the corners, and Knight stood in place, staring at the intense action happening in the red glow. He didn’t even realize when Beast left his side to join Laurent by a cozy table.

Elliot hadn’t noticed Knight yet, sitting in a corner and talking to Nao over a blue-hued drink.

There was someone else though who most certainly took interest in Knight’s appearance. Slim arms wrapped around Knight’s waist, and the red and gold manicure told him it was Star.

“You’ve been saving yourself? You missed my show.”

He turned around, and his hands instinctively settled on her waist. It was so tiny he was close to touching his middle fingers as he held her this way. “I’m sorry, baby. Needed to deal with some shit for a concert next week. Maybe you could make an exception and give me a private performance?”

Star’s lips curled into a smile. “But only this one time.”

Chapter 14

Elliot was slowly becoming sure that there was no one in existence more perfect than Knight. There was William Fane of course, but he was dead, so it was hard to consider him a contender for Elliot’s heart.

Elliot had many worries about Knight’s interest and intentions, but tonight they all dispersed. Maybe Knight didn’t know it yet, but they shared much more than random blowjobs. Knight was willing to kill for Elliot. He looked out for Elliot enough to follow him when instincts told him so, even when that was inconvenient, and he was willing to break his own rules. Which meant kissing. And a lot of it. Elliot was ready to kiss that gorgeous face all over, all night and all day.

“Do you see anyone interesting?” Nao asked, wiggling her eyebrows. She was wearing a fishnet tunic and only skimpy black panties underneath, but Elliot wasn’t uncomfortable with seeing her breasts. They were just there. She’d found him after riding Joker’s dick for fifteen minutes, so he supposed it was her time to cool off with a cocktail.

Elliot looked back to the crowd just for her benefit, but he knew there was only one man he wanted. The guy whose blood-tasting lips he’d sucked on just two hours ago. He wished so bad to have Knight inside him, to connect with him in that animalistic way.

He was about to say that no one was catching his interest, but then he noticed that Knight was back. Beast shot Elliot a warning glare on his way to the table at which Laurent sat, but Elliot just pretended it didn’t happen.

“I can see something I like,” he said, looking back to Knight, but then frowned when he saw the same fucking stripper as before putting her hands around Knight and smiling at him with her perfect teeth. Elliot was ready to rip every single one of them out of her fucking head. She’d only come here today for the first time, so why would she deserve Knight’s attention?

“Ah, I get that. He’s great in bed,” Nao said and sipped some of her drink.

Elliot bit back a groan. Of course she’d slept with him. From what Elliot had gathered so far, Knight was a total slut. Well, Elliot was no virgin either, and he knew what he wanted, so when he saw the stripper pulling Knight’s face down for a kiss, it was high time to act.

“He is,” Elliot answered absentmindedly, but he already had tunnel vision and started walking toward Knight.

Maybe he was no predator, but he could definitely try being a snake charmer. He didn’t have to go sulking, like last time. Knight cared for him. They had a connection much stronger than Knight could ever have with some girl with pretty hair. They were probably extensions anyway.

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