Jack-O-Lanterns

Jack-O-Lanterns (Box Set)
Isabella Jordan, Marteeka Karland, Michelle Hoppe, Lia Connor, Willa Okati, Kate Hill, Marie Treanor
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Copyright ©2018 Isabella Jordan
Excerpt from Cat Out of Hell

Joey grinned from his seat at the bar as he looked around the smoke-filled room. The biker at the bar he'd visited in the last town had given him some good advice. This place really was something different. A wild party where a guy had a good chance of getting laid. Just what he was looking for.

It wasn't yet midnight and the party was in full swing. Beer and whiskey flowed, the crowd was a nightmarish sea of masked and painted faces. After doing a double take, Joey realized he was the only one who wasn't dressed up for Halloween.

And I'm in a town called Hell. How was that for his first Halloween as a free man?

Two people were already fucking in a booth near the back, a guy dressed like a Roman soldier and a woman dressed like a naughty nurse. There was another couple next to him, dressed as a devil and his beautiful angel, and from the look on the guy's red painted face, they appeared to be ready to get it on. Until the devil noticed Joey sitting there.

Following the line of his gaze, the angel turned in her seat to gaze at Joey.

Damn, she was beautiful. Unlike many of the bar's costumed patrons, she wasn't wearing a wig or a hat. Just a wire and tinsel halo hovering over long, blonde hair so pale it looked silver. Her skin was creamy white, and a lot of it was visible in the filmy white costume she wore. The tops of her full breasts were revealed by what there was of a bodice and it had his cock throbbing beneath the small table where he sat.

Beautiful, clear blue eyes met his. She liked what she saw too, but the raw lust he felt wasn't mirrored in her eyes. No, there was something else…

Joey never noticed the devil ease over to his table as he stared at her.

"Do you like angel food cake, my friend?" The man's voice was a harsh whisper in his ear.

So he was her pimp?

Regardless, Joey loved the thought of fucking her. The physical cravings that had been chemically induced by the men who'd created him, half man and half leopard, and kept him a prisoner for so many years, had lessened to an extent. It was tolerable now. Things had been so easy when he was still with Alex. Sharing the lovely reporter they'd initially kidnapped, without any sort of commitment, just to appease the nagging ache in his loins, had been ideal. It had been Alex who'd fallen for the beautiful blonde.

Something about this little angel reminded Joey of her, of Casey. The thought of having the beauty in front of him in bed made his mouth water.

"Maybe," Joey finally answered.

"Our little angel will spread her wings for you," the man's voice droned on close to his ear. "For the right price."

Her gaze shifted to the devil at his ear and back.

"What's the right price?" Joey wanted to know.

Something didn't seem quite right here. Maybe it was because he'd had a few beers or he was tired. Joey played along for the moment. Especially if there was some chance he really could have that little angel in his bed.

The devil whispered an amount in his ear. A lot of money. Money he had thanks to Alex who'd given him the rest of what they'd taken with them when they'd escaped the lab. Alex had Casey to take care of him.

Ease from the firestorm of lust that always threatened to consume him was another matter. Joey wasn't certain he wanted to get all involved in the business of emotion with a woman, so paying for sex was his only alternative. An expensive alternative that was pushing him to think about the direction his new life was taking. The money would run out. Then what?

Tomorrow he'd think about the future and what he wanted from it. For tonight, he wanted the angel in front of him.

Joey reached into the pocket of the jacket he wore and pulled out a small roll of bills. More than enough to meet the man's demands he would think.

The devil took the time to count the money he'd received. When he finished, he grinned at Joey. The man had unusual teeth, very sharp looking. Like an animal's.

Grabbing the woman's arm roughly, in a way that Joey didn't think was necessary, the devil hauled her up from the chair. Fear flashed in her eyes when she looked at the man who grabbed her.

Now Joey was really wondering what the hell was going on.

"Follow me," the devil bid him.

Pulling the angel behind him, the devil headed out of the crowded room and Joey followed them.