Page 16 of Angel Betrayed

He heard the catch of her breath and had his answer. Sam head lowered and his lips pressed lightly against her neck, then harder as he sucked the skin. He’d mark her, if only in their dream.

When she pressed closer to him and didn’t try to slip away, he knew Seline was in danger of losing her own control—something that happened a lot with her kind.

“A succubus.” He’d suspected from the way she captivated every man in Temptation. He rose above her but kept her chained with his hands. The control and the caging were just an illusion. In a dream, a succubus would be the one with the real power. He was just along for the ride. “Here to seduce me and kill me, Seline?”

No mortal weapon could kill a Fallen. Things like gunshots and knife slices basically just pissed them off, and the Fallen healed quickly from any wounds. Fallen were too powerful for mortal weapons. But a succubus wouldn’t use a human weapon to kill. She’d simply use seduction until she drained her prey dry.

Sam shook his head, a little regretful. The ride would have been incredible, no doubt. “Won’t work.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking?—”

“Your game probably worked on a dozen other fools.” He wouldn’t think about those jerks at the moment. “But I’m stronger.” Though screwing her just might have been worth the risk. He smiled and knew it wasn’t a pretty sight. “You’ve just made one dangerous mistake. And as soon as I wake up”—because she couldn’t keep him trapped in the dream world forever—“your ass really will be mine.” In the real world, he was the one with the power, and she was prey.

She stared into his eyes and let her mask drop. No longer was she the terrified woman he’d seen in the club earlier that night. Instead, she was sex personified, a temptation so seductive his whole body tightened with lust, and the confidence streaming from her eyes had his control cracking.

Then she smiled. “Promises, promises, Sammael.” She threw him back with a strength he hadn’t anticipated. He flew through the air and slammed into the wall, his body shuddering.

Growling, he straightened and charged for the bed. Sam’s hands reached out for her?—

But Seline vanished.

He blinked and found himself in bed and tangled in the covers. The scent of jasmine hung in the air, and his cock pulsed with arousal.

A grin tilted his lips as he tossed the covers aside. That ass is mine.

Oh, hell. Seline’s eyelids flew open, and she jumped from the bed. She had her clothes on in less than two seconds. As she lunged for the window, she sent a line of fire skirting toward the closed door. Not that the fire would keep Sam out for long.

“Seline!” His shout erupted from the hallway.

The freaking window wouldn’t open. Her sweaty hands couldn’t lift the thing up. Screw it. Seline smashed out with her right fist and shattered the glass. Blood dripped from her fingers, but she didn’t even hesitate as she climbed out onto the ledge.

Fire crackled behind her, but she still heard the crash of the door as the wood splintered.

Then the fire stopped crackling. Or rather, someone a lot stronger than she was stopped the fire. Seline didn’t look back. She kept her eyes on the ground—just a second-story fall, even if I break a leg, I’ll heal—and then she dropped.

She just didn’t drop fast enough. A hard, strong hand caught her right wrist, and her shoulder wrenched as she was gripped tightly.

“Going somewhere?” Sam asked, his voice a mocking drawl in the dark.

It was so not her night. Seline tried to send a burst of fire up at him. Controlling fire had never been her strong suit, but she could usually make it burn to life easily enough.

As the fire neared him, it just sputtered away in light plumes of smoke. The bastard laughed as the smoke drifted by him. Laughed.

Then he started lifting her back up. The broken windowpane bit into his arm, and blood streaked down his skin.

She tried to yank away from him—she would have preferred a few shattered bones to what was coming—but Sam’s grip was unbreakable. Her heart thudded in her chest. “Does it matter that I didn’t have a choice in taking this job?” she asked as he raised her higher and her legs kicked uselessly. Another truth for him. Not that he’d believe her.

“Doesn’t matter at all.” Sam hauled her through the window. Oddly enough, he made sure she didn’t get another cut on her body. Probably saving all the blood and gore for his own personal delivery.

Oh, damn.

Then he dropped her onto the floor. When she shoved the hair back from her eyes, Seline glared up at him. His eyes weren’t blue any longer. They were demon black. Behind him, she saw the shadowy image of wide wings that shouldn’t be there.

I felt his scars.

Demons didn’t have wings, yet he had a demon’s eyes.

“What are you?” she breathed. She was down to five choices, and right then her top choice was not good at all.

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