BITE ME

Chapter 5- Meeting

"Woman, lower your damn voice. You are asking for trouble." Xeon murmured in her ear, which made her shiver for a second. It was like his whisper was of some passionate, wild night of never-ending s*x. The thought of his body with her on the soft bed was like a whisper in her imagination, and she became incapacitated. There were no thoughts, no focus, only desire and the pain of waiting. She mentally shook her head.

"Are you f*****g kidding me? You are the prince of the underworld, the soul keeper, and yet here you are powerless to trade for my soul, but your mighty hot self can persuade all of these women here to go f**k with you?"

"Hot? You think I'm hot?"

"Is that all you heard?"

"Hmp, yes!"

"Oh God, seriously? Aren't you even disappointed with our situation?"

"Woman, the old man up there doesn't like it when you use his name in vain. Trust me, he hated it as much as I hated hearing his mighty name."

"Whatever, I am upset! Prince in the Underworld but unable to take a soul? How useless can you get?"

"Hey, that's below the line now, woman!"

"So what? I'm telling the truth!"

Xeon smirked, "So, oh, you are jealous? Jealous that came here to f**k those willing women who seemed incapable of taking their eyes away from me?"

"NO!" Jesus! How self-centered could he get? What the hell was wrong with this man? One minute he was so cute and handsome, the next? He was nothing but an asshole. He was not only powerless but also full of himself. "I am not jealous! I'm just stating the fact that you persuaded all of-"

"Darling… I-I never persuade anyone to like me, want me, or taste my amazing body...

In fact, I never did any of those things.

"Unbelievable." She rolled her eyes. "So what happened now? If you can't give me what I want, then you are no use to me. I will unbind-unsummon you then…"

"Aw, such a mortal, innocent, so naive and ignorant!" Xeon growled, sipped his wine, and blew a kiss to her mother, who kept on looking at them with obvious interest.

Ignoring her mom, she breathed in. "Naive and ignorant? How dare you?" She grunted, almost too irritated for her own good. This was disappointing beyond measure. A demon without power? and so full of himself? It didn't matter if he was hot as hell anymore. How unlucky could she be?

"Oh yes, how dare me, but you have no choice, Mathena Wyatt. You are stuck with me, as I am stuck with you for eternity, unless…"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you help me get my power back! Otherwise, I'm the only one who can give you what you want." Xeon said with a wink.

It's ridiculous. Now he wanted her to be his sidekick!? How dare he? The Robin to his f*****g Batman? No way! She works alone! Yet she knew she didn't have a choice. How hard could it get? Aside from his arrogance and his powerless self, Xeon was... well... hot, and maybe it wasn't too late for her yet to find a boyfriend, right? This s*x-machine of a demon could help her look for a man who could touch her without killing himself. After all, she was too tired of using those toys she had discreetly purchased online. She deserved a long-warm-ten-inch-f**k*ng-d*ck!

What the hell was she thinking? She was never this wanton!

Even though she was not as innocent as those 18th-century maidens who couldn't touch themselves without going to hell, she was without experience in the bed department. How could she? If someone who dared to touch her would either be dead or cured, it could be worse, worse than changing their lives, and she was not repeating those mistakes from what she did to her uncle Ray. The old man became a serial killer two months after recovering from his cancer, and she didn't want a repeat of it. But thinking about Xeon without its power, they were both on the same page, right? They couldn’t have been the opposite or the perfect match. She was smart and Xeon? Well, he was useless to her though, … a walking s*x toy-as-handsome-as-Henry-Cavill, hot and powerless? What could go wrong? After all, she couldn't unbind him from her. Nevertheless, just by looking at him, Mathena could see that there was nothing in there but arrogance, a self-centered jerk, and an asshole weakling of a demon.

"Obviously, I should have studied your kind in your library a bit more carefully," Mathena retorted, caught off guard, but not entirely surprised by the sight of the man who never left her nighty wet dreams. "

"About that, do not, I repeat, do not ever mention that to anyone. We don't know who's listening to us. Understand?" Xeon murmured with a fierceness to his voice, as if telling her that he was damn serious about whatever he had just said, but Mathena was lost in his gaze, and whatever he murmured in her ear didn't even reach her brain."

“Whatever…"

“Mathena, I am dead serious. What you did and read back there was supposed to be a secret, or else, demons on this earth would be after you, they would kill to have that knowledge in your brain, understand?"

“Fine, it's a secret. Oh, I would say that yes anyway, FYI, I read those ancient magical books and the lost history of the supernatural for hours, but I assure you, no one can touch my mind without killing themselves. Trust me, I know, but looking as closely as every other woman in the room, it seems like you don't have a problem spending your time without me." She said, changing the subject as she deliberately glanced across the room to where a beautiful model was toying with her long, curly blonde fake hair on her little finger.

"Who is she?" Xeon asked, smirking from the idea of knowing that he could almost read Mathena’s hatred for that particular rat-infested scent of a woman. If only he could tell her that the woman's soul was ready enough for taking and that the underworld soul-eater monster would love her as the w***e was dark as the night outside the mansion. It was a soul of ugliness and evilness and he almost wanted to furrow his nose at the foul smell.

For a heartbeat, Mathena battled her imagination and the urge to slap that pale, perfect face. It was almost as if she resented Xeon's interest in the woman.

Stupid, Mathena. Of course, Xeon would ask about the b***h, because Britney was among the most beautiful women here, the latest angel of Victoria's Secret.

Dumb as hell but dangerously beautiful.

"Britney Mayer," she muttered as she saw Britney licking her lips that were too full to be real. Of course, there wasn’t much about Britney Mayer that was real.

"Garbage or the real deal?" Xeon demanded with a smirk on his lips, while his eyes never left Mathena's scarlet-plumed lips. Hers was way more kissable than the w***e's. He thought to himself that, after all, everything about Mathena was perfect, simple, elegant and powerful. She was the epitome of a perfect bride for the prince of the underworld and no one could argue that because he knew better.

Mathena shrugged. "As far as I know, the title is real enough. She is the latest angel of Victoria's Secret."

"Ironic, she smells like hell to me." Xeon couldn't help but watch her reaction, and he was not disappointed. He saw her smirk and smiled. Hell, if only he could tell her that he was never interested in any woman here but her alone.

However, Britney looked at Xeon with a pretty smile and ran her hands down the little black dress that made a valiant effort to cover her considerable-just-bone curves.

"She is single?" Xeon asked.

"She was divorced twice; don't ask, I don't care, and now I haven't got a clue." Mathena swallowed a nervous laugh, and she thought, why was he asking? Was he interested in Britney? And did she feel a tinge of jealousy in her voice? Instinctively tightening her grip on her champagne flute, she sighed, "typical," she murmured under her breath, "I always wondered how you managed to keep a woman in your bed, now that you are on earth."

His blue ocean eyes narrowed. "There hasn’t been a woman born who isn’t desperate to have a taste of this body."

She rolled her eyes again and looked at the woman in question. "Yes, and a man desperate for a taste of that overused, silicone-implanted, Botox-injected body? You could buy an inflatable doll with less plastic than her."

He laughed so heartily that it was the first time he had ever done so in centuries. It was so deep, pure, raw and strange even to himself, yet he laughed, even more, when Mathena raised her eyebrows and everyone in the party looked at them.