Snooke(Demon Warriors 2)(5)

Kane growled and tossed the blanket over his lap. “Will you get on with telling me why you’re here?”

“I told you twice, but you weren’t listening,” Rainerio pointed out.

Had he? Damn, Kane needed to focus. “Then tell me once more, smartass.”

“Are you sure you’re going to listen this time?” Rainerio quirked a brow as he stared at Kane.

Smug bastard. “I’m listening, go on.” Don’t think about Snooke.

“Torky and Ace Boogey have been taken off watch duty. Panahasi put a troll down by the river to watch for the crystal. He wants us”—Rainerio pointed between himself and Kane—“to go have a talk with Diablo. See if he’s heard anything.”

“He wants us to go now?” Kane tossed the blanket aside, his erection finally flaccid.

“Unless you want to wait until the thief figures out how to use the crystal and releases every prisoner in the detention cells.” Rainerio frowned as he looked over at Kane. “You don’t want that, do you?”

Was Rainerio serious? “No.” He wanted to wait to see if Snooke came back. That would have to wait judging by the look on Rainerio’s face. “I don’t want that.” Kane stood and headed toward his bedroom, the room that had the darkest shadows.

He could hear Rainerio behind him. Kane shut the lights off and walked toward the corner by the closet, walking through the shadows and coming out by the side of the Diablo’s club. He could hear the music vibrating through the brick walls from the outside.

They walked around front, seeing the centaur-shifter in human form standing by the door with his arms crossed over his massive chest. “Hey, Diesel.” Kane waved to the bouncer as they entered the club. Diesel gave a slight nod at the pair and then studied the entranceway once again.

The usual throng of patrons sat by the stage as the drag queen, Roxy, strutted across the stage. The stripper presently on stage seemed to be everyone’s favorite. Kane had to admit that Roxy was stunning, in drag or in his everyday wear. Kane had been interested in Roxy eons ago, but the guy was too high maintenance. The performer could also work himself into a snit like nobody’s business.

Kane spotted the Demon Warrior, Wayland, sitting at a table with a twink straddling his lap. The smaller man had on extremely short shorts, his ass cheeks hanging out as Wayland’s hands rubbed all over the twink’s bared ass.

He had a feeling they were in the middle of having sex. Kane strolled over and grabbed the beer bottle sitting on the table. “Is this yours?”

“Yep.” Wayland groaned as the smaller man bounced up and down on his lap.

“Good.” Kane tilted the bottle back and took a strong tug on the neck of the bottle. He’d eat and drink after people he knew and trusted. Like the warriors and Chris. But from the looks of the blond sitting on Wayland’s lap—while eyeing another man across the room—Kane wouldn’t touch anything the guy had his lips on.

Kane joined Rainerio at the bar as he finished Wayland’s beer. “Where’s Diablo?” he asked as he looked around. There were plenty of people pushed up to the bar, but Diablo, the owner, was usually behind the bar serving and watching everything that was going on in his club.

“Good question. I haven’t seen him yet.”

Kane’s eyes swept the club as he looked for Diablo, the dragon-shifter. His eyes swung back to the guy sitting at a table smiling at him. Kane saw the lust in the dark pupils from across the room but, for once, had no interest. The stranger wasn’t Snooke.

How the hell had he fallen so hard, so fast, in just a few short days? The demons, as far as Kane knew, were the only paranormal creatures that didn’t know who their mates were. There was no pull or a need to be near someone. They had to fuck until their cocks fell off to find the one destined to be theirs. It was a lonely feeling when you finished having sex with someone and found that they weren’t your mate. Kane hated it, as most demons did, but their race was desperate to find their mates.

So to pass up a romp with the man lustfully eyeing him from across the room was like passing up the chance to see if he was Kane’s mate. But for some crazy-ass reason, Kane felt he would be betraying Snooke if he indulged in a little skin-on-skin time.

If he didn’t fuck Snooke soon and get the indigo-eyed man out of his system, Kane could end up alone for a very long time. He wondered if the feeling he had for Snooke meant that they were mates, but Kane brushed it off as being a warrior and wanting to protect the man.

Maybe they were mates? Kane was willing to find out, if only he could keep Snooke from running.