Dancing for Her Demon Read Free Page A

the skirt away, daring to touch Julian’s mate.
    “No!” Julian bellowed as he lunged forward, shifting fully into demon form, his body expanding, his claws extending, his horns curling toward the ceiling.
    He raked his claws over Trajan’s neck, slicing his partially shifted head from his body, delivering justice and death with one swipe of his big hands. Trajan’s skull bounced, spraying blood into the air.
    “Mine!” Julian roared his claim as the demon’s torso toppled to the floor. Larissa stared at him with wide eyes, her lithe form frozen in place, the scent of arousal, not fear, radiating from her body. She wore white thong panties, a teeny tiny bra, and nothing else, her legs endless and shapely and her stomach lined with muscles. Julian’s huge demon cock hardened.
    Around them, women screamed, chairs and tables overturned, and glass broke. Demons wailed, vowing revenge, their rage feeding Julian’s.
    Bring it on . Julian turned, swinging his razor-tipped tail. He stood protectively in front of his mate, prepared to defend her with every ounce of his being. Trajan’s demon minions flew toward him, screeching with fury, their claws unsheathed.
    Valens and Bonosus, in demon form, followed them, penning the demons in, allowing none to escape Julian’s anger. He fully unfettered his rage demon, granting him free rein to hurt and kill.
    Julian spun, ripping flesh with his clawed feet, slicing blood vessels with his tail. He funneled years of sexual frustration into guarding Larissa, harnessing the strength of his fury. She is mine . He gouged out a demon’s eyeballs, popping them like grapes in his big hands. No one will harm her . He sliced open a demon’s stomach, releasing his entrails. Blood and gore speckled his red skin, hot and messy and real.
    He fought until none of Trajan’s demons breathed, and then he crunched their spines under his big feet, the battle over too quickly, his rage not yet dissipated. Julian glared at the rest of the room, his chest heaving, and even Valens, that cold-blooded ice demon, gazed at him with new respect.
    “Julian.” Larissa placed her hands on Julian’s back, and he jerked, the contact jarring. “Shhh… it’s okay.” She petted his heated demon skin, soothing him. “They’re dead. You’ve killed them all.”
    “He touched you.” Julian turned and carefully pulled her toward him, her tiny human form dwarfed by his demon body.
    “I know.” Larissa stroked his chest, her touch setting off tremors of pleasure. “I know. He shouldn’t have done that. Everyone knows I’m yours.”
    “Julian,” Bonosus barked. “This is some bad shit. Magnus will be pissed. We have to do some serious containment or we’ll have a war on our hands.”
    Julian growled, unable to think about anything other than Larissa.
    “I should talk to Cyra and Tempest,” Larissa murmured, not moving away from Julian. “They’ll be scared.”
    “Tempest is here?” Valens’s voice was edged with a raw emotion Julian had never heard an ice demon express. “Shit.” Feet slapped against the hardwood floor as the two demons rushed to find their mates.
    “I thought that would do it.” Larissa gazed up at Julian, a small smile on her beautiful face. “There’s more to the dance, you know,” she whispered, her voice reviving his lust. “Would you like to see it?”
    “I will see it, angel.” Julian swung her off the stage and into his arms, her curves fitting perfectly against his muscle. He stalked toward the back rooms.
    “The blue room is empty.” Saffron frowned as her demon employees righted a table. “Don’t worry about the clean up out here. I’ll take care of it.”
    “Thank you.” Julian changed direction, heading to the blue room. Larissa rested her cheek against his bare chest, her fingers splayed over his skin as though she had claimed him. Everyone knows I’m yours . He grinned, remembering her words. And I’m hers .

Chapter Three
     
    Larissa caressed