Demons in My Bed (Demons of Port Black #1)

by Britt Andrews

There were so many questions, so many things wrong with this invitation, but I had to force all of them down because this was potentially my best shot to get close enough to them.

“James, escort this one to Top Tier. I think the bosses might appreciate her choice of mask for the evening,”

“People of Port Black!” a voice boomed through the speakers, eliciting another round of screams. “The Exiled thank you for coming to the party! Are you ready to welcome our city’s leaders like they deserve?”

“I said, are you ready to welcome your fucking leaders like the royalty they are?!” The crowd was turning manic, on the verge of rioting. That’s how crazy they were for these psychopaths.

As I let my own hand trail down my hip to my knife, I heard a growl over the music, which did things to me that usually required a lot more than just a sound.

I thought I’d seen everything. I thought I knew what turned me on. I was wrong.

Gods, the bouncers knew us too well.

“Fight or fuck?” Rhodes directed at me as we looked on. I took a sip of my whiskey. “Could go either way. I got five on fuck.”

“Pretty,” Misha growled, bringing his hand up and letting his fingers trail over the material of Talon’s leather skirt. A little tug had Talon tumbling onto the big man’s lap.

“Oh my fuck, a bunny. I want it,” Talon growled, and I didn’t even have to look to know his nails were already sharpening against Misha’s thighs.

“I’m going to remove each one of those right after I pluck the nails and break each knuckle.” We all turned and glanced at Talon, who was now standing on the table, leering at Frank. ”What?″ he demanded, looking scandalized at our expressions. “I’m just letting you fuckers know.”

Frank released the girl as though he’d been burned and moved toward us, but without the bunny. That wouldn’t do. “You too, Bunny!” Talon shouted, doing a twirl.

I could hear them talking, but couldn’t focus on anything other than the creature stomping toward me in those sexy ass boots that deserved to be licked. Sweet fucking moons, my demon was scaling the cage he was confined within, desperate to get out and devour this sweet treat.

And then my eyes met hers. Murder. They were full of murder. I tossed my head back and laughed deeply, because holy fucking shit, I think I’d just fallen in love with a gods damn murderess wearing a rabbit mask and fuck-me boots.

He seemed to know it too, though instead of recognizing danger, he laughed. Fucking laughed.

He caught me looking and winked. Damn, he was pretty.

The second my ass hit the leather sofa, Talon pounced. Literally. Like a tiger in a tutu. His knees landed on either side of my thighs, and I held my glass up, trying to prevent any spillage, again. Plucking the shot glass from my fingers, he gripped my jaw and tilted my head back. “Don’t. Move. Bunny.”

“Thanks,” I murmured, reaching up to take it from him. The sharp slap came fast, leaving the top of my hand stinging. “What the fuck?” “I said not to move, Bunny. I’ll handle this. Now, be still. Next time, it’ll be your ass.”

All thoughts died as I watched him theatrically lick his lips, the piercings in his tongue glinting in the neon lighting. “Hold my hips, Bunny.” I gripped him firmly as he began thrusting his hips, working them in a way that no man I’d ever been with in my life ever had before. I couldn’t look away. The creamy skin of his abdomen rolled with each perfectly in sync movement.

“Uh-uh, little Bunny. Eyes right here. I want to see it when it happens,” Talon growled, raising the hair on my arms. “When what happens?” I rasped, unable to deny how my own hips were beginning to lift. Wetting his lips once more, he lifted the salt shaker and sprinkled it on his mouth. Fuck. Bracing himself with his left hand on the back of the sofa, his right twisted in my ponytail. I was panting, and it really pissed me off.

“I want to see the look on your face when you realize how fucked you are. That a little bunny such as yourself should never have walked into a den of monsters,” Talon whispered into my ear.

“Mmm,” the ginger-haired demon growled, his eyes locked on mine. “There it is. You look so fucked for me right now.”

I slid my palms up his thighs, heading further north. “You’re the one straddling me in a gods damn skirt with a raging boner and nipples hard enough to take out an unsuspecting eye.”

This one was total goth-boy personified. Dark hair, so dark it must’ve been dyed. Black fingernails, ear gauges, big, tortured eyes. The pictures I’d seen had not done his beauty justice. He was stunning, otherworldly even. Felix was trouble in a six-foot-three body that was built for fucking and killing. All of the ink was just sexy gift wrap.

Felix trailed off, locking eyes with Misha as the hair from my ponytail was pushed slowly from my shoulder.

“We want to hunt you,” Felix growled in my ear, startling me. I snapped my face toward his, eyes wide. “Hunt. Me?” I repeated slowly. “Beneath the club is a maze of sorts. We designed it for our… tastes.” Talon crossed his ankles as he stretched his legs out on the table. Their tastes. Their fucked-up sexual fantasies.

Spinning, I flipped my hair and I’m pretty sure it whipped Felix and Talon both. One of them definitely moaned. “Do they have hell-bunnies? Hell-rabbits? Mother of Saturn, I could bludgeon a man to death with this dick right now,” Talon groaned, and then threw his head back and howled, setting the entire club into a fucking frenzy.

Rhodes chuckled. “You look nervous. I just call it like I see it.” “Yeah? Well, maybe you should pull your monocle out of your asshole and take a closer look.” Laughter broke out between the rest of the guys, but a tight grip around my wrist had me coming to an abrupt halt.

I lifted my chin as the rest of the guys crowded into the elevator. Ashland’s eyes were glittering with excitement, and the twins were still cackling.

“Kitty has claws... Meow,” Felix purred, pulling me back against his body like we were best friends and not two strangers who’d just met each other for the first time.

“Were you just scenting my brother, Bunny?” Talon purred. I jumped away from Felix. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “If you want me to scent-mark you, kitty, I will,” Felix growled,

But with each passing second, it was as though the muscles on display in front of me grew. Each roll of a shoulder revealed more rippling bulk. They seemed to be growing, shifting, right here.

“I wanted to eat you up the second I laid eyes on you in the opening act… but I want to fucking hunt your ass down first. I want to feel your adrenaline, and get high on your fear. I’m dying to see you crawl around for me. I want your cheeks red with embarrassment and your ass warm from my hands,” Ashland breathed, inches from my face now. “And I want you to fight me, kitty. Scratch me, maul me, fucking bite me with those little teeth,” Felix whispered in my ear, pressing himself against my back. He nudged my head to the side and ran his nose up my neck, breathing in deeply. “Then it’s my turn to mark you… so make it count.”

“I’m going to scare you, Bunny babe. You’re going to scream. It’s gonna get this cock so hard, fuuuuck,” Talon groaned, palming himself over his hot pink jockstra...

showing a surprising amount of tenderness as he helped me step out of them.

“And what do you want, big guy?” He just smirked, tugging on one of the bunny ears, effectively removing the mask completely from my face. His hazel eyes darkened rapidly as his pupils dilated. He scanned my face, and my brow furrowed when I thought I saw a flicker of orange in his eyes.

“He’s not a big talker, I’m afraid,” Talon piped up. I couldn’t see him, but his voice was getting closer. “Blades turn his big ass on, though. Oh, and blood.” He paused, and I felt his presence right behind me a second before he stepped around and froze, realizing my mask had been removed. A devastating grin took over his face, and I sucked in a breath as he invaded my space further, his hand brushing a few stray hairs back from my forehead. “Most of all, Big Mishy likes pretty things. And you might just be the prettiest thing we’ve ever had to play with.”

“I want to watch them find you. I’ll watch them scare you and fuck with you.” He shrugged. “Fuck you, even. Then, when I blow my load, maybe it’ll be on your face.” I raised both hands and flipped that son of a bitch off. “You can try and come on my face, fucker… but I guarantee you I’ll be marking your face first.”

Ashland released a sound that was bordering on feral as he stepped in front of me, his large body blocking out everything else. I felt his hand tremble as he gripped my chin, turning my face side to side as if inspecting me. “You just keep getting more and more delicious.”

Misha caught my surprised reaction and let out a soft chuckle as he pulled his hair up into a bun. And there it was, that little sliver of fear that I’d pushed away.

Talon’s expression was playful, but in all the wrong ways. His dark tone didn’t match his facial expression, and it wasn’t the first time I’d noticed.

“Wait!” I cried out. The twins turned in sync and cocked their heads at the same fucking time. Shit. They needed to chill with the creepy stuff. “How long does the hunt last?”

Talon shrugged. “It lasts as long as it lasts. Usually, until we can’t fuck anymore.”

They were interested. Now I needed to figure out how to make them obsessed.

I scratched my forehead where my horns were ready to appear at any moment, and they erupted the second the howling hit my ears.

Misha grinned and lifted the hair to his nose, taking deep inhales of her scent. His damn eyes rolled back in his head, eyelids fluttering before snapping back open, and his irises flashed orange. Oh fuck. A calm Misha was dangerous enough, but a feral Misha, the one with orange eyes, who could bulk up to three hundred pounds of muscle in a flash? Fucking lethal. His entire body shivered as he shoved her hair into his pocket, staring off in the direction she’d run.

How is big Mishy now? Is he”—he leaned in closer, his body trembling with excitement—“unhinged?” I laughed and started back down the path I’d been on before the twisted twins showed up. “Unhinged? He’s fucking feral, Talon. Bulged up like a fucking pufferfish with the eyes of a monster.”

Talon, unsurprisingly, moaned. “Gods above, I love when he gets like this. Come on, I want to see him manhandle her little ass.”

Palmer spun and braced herself on her palms, pushing herself forward to her feet. Misha stepped out just in time to snatch her by the ponytail he seemed low-key obsessed with.

In fact, he tossed her over his shoulder like a fucking caveman and slapped her ass. Hard. “Fuuuck me, little rabbit. You smell like you’re drenched. Are you?” Ashland asked as he sauntered over to Misha.