Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I have to stop this now and grab him.
I finished my drink and scanned the crowded club, from the silver and black striped door to the elevated VIP area. No other women headed in Azar’s direction. The humans were all unaware of his orgy by the wall, grooving to the song’s electronic cadence, lost in their blissful moments.
I longed to be carefree and untroubled like them.
Regret rose in my heart. I gestured for my bartender to fill my shot glass with another round of rum.
He hurried my way, immersing the area with cologne. His smile widened and displayed perfect teeth. With a wink, he topped my glass and left.
Thank God for alcohol.
I swallowed the liquid down in one second, welcoming the bitter sting to my tongue as the burning revisited my throat.
I turned my attention back to Azar.
He now had his hand between one of the woman’s legs. The bulging muscles on his arms flexed as he plunged his fingers back and forth into her.
Damn.
I ran my fingers along the smooth edge of the bar, witnessing the intense satisfaction flashing on her face.
No expression passed through Azar’s chocolate brown eyes. He resembled a factory worker completing a task he’d done many times before.
The woman hiked her skirt up her thighs, grabbed his shoulders, and rocked her hips into his hand while the club’s music pumped around them and blended into a techno song.
She swayed with the new beat. Various colors of light flickered over her lips. She flung them open. Ecstasy crossed her face.
I licked my lips and then immediately stopped myself.
Focus, Fatou.
The song slowed down and thumped at a more relaxing pace. The singer whispered French words over the tempo.
With his hands still between the blonde’s legs, Azar buried his face into the redhead’s cleavage.
Amazing.
I shifted on the bar stool, nervously biting my lip again. He was unlike any incubus demon I’d ever hunted.
The multi-colored neon lights blended into one, bathing the club in a deep blue.
My bartender came back to my side of the bar, motioning to my empty glass as if asking me if I wanted another drink. I shook my head no and immediately went back to watching the demon, my heart pounding in my chest.
I was done drinking. Any more rum and I’d be unable to concentrate on grabbing Azar. I gazed his way and froze.
Azar’s pupils glowed to crimson red and seemed purple in the club’s blue light.
Fuck.
I gripped the edge of the bar with my fingers.
The eye change usually meant the demon was draining more sexual energy than usual. Typically, incubi sipped their women’s energy. Azar was currently taking ferocious gulps.
It’s definitely time to step in.
I scanned the crowd again, confirming that no one else reacted to his eyes. Only me. Perfect. Humans wouldn’t see the glow, but other supernaturals would. I didn’t want any other incubus hunters trying to take my bounty.
The reward was too big. It’ll be enough to get my daughter back.
Centering my attention back to Azar and his women, I noticed the redhead’s hands dive into her own jeans, fondling and pleasuring herself.
I took my cell phone out and checked the time. An hour had already passed. Most incubi fed for a while and then left.
It’s now or never.
Sliding off of the barstool, I placed a big tip on the bar and strolled in Azar’s direction, maneuvering through dancing humans, drunks stumbling around the club, and suspicious characters exhaling marijuana smoke.
My candy red strapless dress ended at the middle of my thighs. I tugged it down a little to reveal more cleavage.
A few couples bumped into me, mainly men and women that rubbed against each other, gyrating to the song’s pulsating rhythm.
You got this, Fatou. Same type of demon, just another day.
I blew out a large breath and pulled the dress down some more until it was an inch above my nipples.
That will get his attention.
I had to capture him tonight. The bounty for Azar was two million blood coins. It would clear my debt with Adae and release my daughter.
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.