Page 4 of Caressed By Sin
You can do this.
By the time the song ended, I arrived in front of Azar and set my hands on my hips.
“Is there room for me?” I asked.
Azar focused those crimson eyes on mine. His nostrils flared for a second.
Is he smelling the air?
I seized that opportunity to take a closer look at his face.
My breath caught in my throat.
I knew he was good-looking from afar, but I had no idea how attractive he would be close up. His golden skin radiated sensuality. I immediately wanted to touch it and discover if it was as smooth as it appeared. He had luscious lips that were made for kissing and sucking. His long charcoal waves lazily hung around his face, highlighting his arched eyebrows and his chiseled cheeks and square jaw.
He took his hand away from between the woman's leg.
She whimpered, grabbed for him, and shrieked as he blocked her with his other hand.
I remained frozen in place, unsure of what I should do next. Marijuana smoke drifted by my nose, but I refused to wave it away. I needed to appear human.
Would a human woman be shocked by his actions or in some sort of magical haze?
“Ladies, could you excuse me for a minute,” Azar said in a deep voice, reminding me of a blues song’s seductive notes. “I’d like to talk to my new friend.”
His eyes transformed from crimson red back to pools of chocolate.
All the women’s eyes changed to their regular colors.
Two blondes had blue eyes.
The redhead had emerald, green. She blinked a few times, leaned her head to the side, and looked back and forth between me and Azar.
“Who are. . .” Confusion spread across her face, shading her cheeks to rosy red. Her hand went to her throat, clutching a silver necklace.
“Uh. . .excuse me.” She backed away from us, with her mouth open wide.
The blondes silently stumbled away, glancing from side to side in shock. They grabbed each other’s hands and avoided looking in my direction. Perhaps they were friends and had come to the club together.
A drunk guy approached them and they waved him away.
I smiled. “You didn’t have to stop your party. I would’ve joined.”
“Is that right?”
I glanced at the curve of Azar’s pecs and the thick rows of golden muscle on his waist.
My fangs ached inside my gums, wanting to pierce his skin and taste him.
“Maybe next time I’ll keep the party going.” Azar gazed intently at me, curling his lips at the edges. His power thickened in the air, vibrating against my skin like a gentle massage. He was nothing like the lower level incubi I’d captured previously.
Fear crept up my spine.
He placed his hands in his pockets and remained leaning on the wall. “But at least you have all of my attention.”
“Yes. And you have all of mine.” I glided my hands up from my hips to the curve of my breasts, giving myself an unintentional shiver.
In a blur, he appeared behind me, pressing his hardness into the curve of my ass. “I hope this wig wasn’t for me.”
