Mace

The blaze of the party music spins my head around. Anger, jealousy, and betrayal grows stronger, controlling my body over. I see her, dancing with him. Guess it was never for real. Guess it was all my imagination.

With my head about to crack open, I grab a drink from a stranger's hand. He yells something at me, but I don't care. I keep drinking, and I loose my count.

"Jace? Jace, are you okay?"

I turn around, ready to snap at the girl until... It's Maia.

"Jace, how much did you drink?"

My thoughts start growing hazy. And next thing I know, I have her flushed against me.

"Uh... Jace? Can you let me go?"

"Why? Do you want me to?" I whisper against her ear, my lips grazing her skin ever so lightly.

I place my hands on her hips, moving to the beat of the movie.

"Look, it you're doing this to get back at Clary, I'm not in it."

"This has nothing to do with Clary," I say, but my eyes still go to Clary.

She notices me with Maia, and her ears turn slightly red. Smirking, I lower my lips to Maia's neck, sucking the skin slightly.

"Jace," she moans.

"What?"

"Don't. I don't like you."

"Don't lie, Maia. I know you want me."

I slowly grind against her, and she lets out another moan.

"See what I mean?"

"Stop it."

"Why? I bet you like this," I say, resting my lips on her pulse. "And this," my mouth starts traveling down her collarbone.

She puts her hands firmly on my shoulders, burying her face against the crook of my neck. I glance over at Clary. She's gritting her teeth, but she's still dancing with Jordan. And I'm going to show her what she's missing out. I force Maia against the wall, kissing her right on her mouth. She kisses me back right way, her hands tangled in my hair.

I force her mouth open with my tongue, feeling dizzy to the alcohol's effect. She tastes like fire. No, like literally. I wonder what I taste like. Probably beer. Who cares, though?

I grab the hem of her skirt, glancing at Clary for one last time. She's gone. Damn it. I start pulling away from Maia, but she doesn't let me. She wraps her legs around my waist, and that's when I loose it. Completely. Her hand skims over my skin, leaving me wanting more.

"Fuck," I groan, the fog in my head growing larger.

I grind harder against her, and we're both moaning mess. Sweat tickles down my forehead, and my breathing grows more ragged.

I take her to a bedroom, and throw myself on top of her on the bed. I lift my shirt up and throw it to a corner of the room. Her fingers start drawing meaningless shapes on my back, driving me crazy. My hand slides beneath her dress. I don't even ask her if she really wants this. Because we both know so damn well that she does.

Hope you liked this chapter. I had a few other ideas in my mind for Mace, but I thought I would go with this. I'm thinking about doing Simon and Clary in the next chapter...? Requests are welcomed, and thanks for reviewing.