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“He beat up Magnet,” a voice from beside us cut in, the blond-haired man leaning an arm against Demon’s shoulder.

Demon rolled his eyes, taking another gulp of the pale drink.

“You beat up Magnet?”

Demon shrugged.

“Why?”

“Misunderstanding,” he replied, wiping the froth of the lager from his lips with the back of his hand and immediately wincing again as he caught the split in his lip.

“A misunderstanding? What sort of misunderstanding means you beat the shit out of someone?”

I glanced over to where I had been sitting earlier, to where Magnet and Suzy sat together, the dark-haired Fury with them. Even in the pub’s darkness I could see the shadows and swelling on his face, and then against a pillar a broken table was propped up. I hadn’t noticed a broken table earlier. Fuck. Maybe I wasn’t so safe after all?

“We don’t call him Demon because he’s so mild-mannered, y’know?” the blond twin continued, moving his arm around the back of Demon’s shoulders. “That and because of the monster in his pants.”

“Fuck off Cade!” Demon complained, ducking out from his arm.

“It’s Caleb.”

“Whichever fucking one you are. Fuck off.”

The blond twin moved past us, pausing as he got alongside me. “Given the lack of surprise on your face, I’m guessing you’ve already ridden the cock of death?”

“Of death?”

“You’re telling me you didn’t scream for God when he fucked you?”

My mouth dropped open, my brain scrambling for something to retort with. But there was none. Nothing.

“Yeah, we’ve heard them all scream when he gets them alone.” Caleb winked and walked away.

I turned back to Demon. His lips had curled into a big wide grin, the corners of his eyes wrinkling in amusement.

“What are you laughing at?”

His faced stilled, suddenly serious again, his eyes drilling into me once more.

“You know you’re beautiful when you’re pissed off?”

His hand rose to my face, his fingers tucking round the back of my neck, pulling me towards him. And when his lips met mine, the rest of the room faded away. The music stilled into a thick drone of vibration, and it was just us. Just us in the bar, our lips searching and our tongues exploring, hot and furious. A deep, low thudding started between my legs.

Chapter Sixteen

Demon

The after-Church party went on long into the night but at some time closer to 2am nearly everyone had filtered out. Ciara had relaxed after a few more drinks, chatting to Suzy who had stayed tea-total all night and ended up playing taxi for those who’d tried to ride their motorbikes home again. I would have let the fuckers get on with it, but she’d played her part as mother hen and made sure she got everyone home safely. Now, though, she sat at the table talking to Ciara.

It was the second time in a day I’d seen her look so relaxed, and although I couldn’t think of anything else than sinking my dick into her when she looked at me with anything near hatred in her eyes, her happy face was winning me over. She was stunning every which way, more so underneath me as I drove every fucking inch of me into her. Fuck, the alcohol was pickling my brain, letting my cock take over the thinking. And that never ended well.

“Come on, Suze. Time to get you to bed, baby,” Magnet purred, gently pulling her up from her seat.

I mimicked sticking my fingers down my throat at him and he scowled, as best he could, with his swollen face.

“Oh babe. Really? Just a bit longer?”

“Aye, really. Besides, think you’re cock blocking Demon.”