Page 33 of Angel Betrayed

The attack came at him in an instant. Teeth bit into his neck. Claws raked his body. He tried to scream, but the blood choked him.

Pain ravaged his body. Fury and fear twisted his stomach even as the claws ripped into his gut.

No!

“Hope you enjoy every moment.” That damn voice. “Hope you like how it feels.”

Cold swept over his skin, and Omayo fought. No, no, he hadn’t fallen for this. Not the pain, not hell?—

The twisted teeth sank into his throat and stole his scream.

“Go to hell, Fallen. See how that feels.”

Sam stared down into Seline’s face as a roaring filled his ears. “Rog…ziel.” He bit the name out from between clenched teeth. His least favorite punishment angel. Rogziel liked the job too much.

Time for a house cleaning upstairs. Rogziel needs to fall, and I need to rip him apart.

“How long have you been with him?” he demanded.

Her lips parted, and he glimpsed her small, pink tongue. Even though he should have been sated—how many times did I have her?—his cock didn’t get the message. It jerked and rose eagerly toward her and she was naked and?—

He dropped his hold and stepped back. His elbow rammed into the door.

“I’ve been with him for nearly thirty years.”

What? “Impossible, you can’t?—”

“When my mother died, he took me in.” Her shoulders straightened. “He raised me, provided me with shelter and food, and in return…” A brief hesitation as she drew in a deep breath, then Seline said, “In return, when I was old enough, he wanted me to help him hunt.”

He stared at her. Didn’t risk touching her again. Couldn’t. He knew a lie when he heard it, and if he touched her with rage, his control might slip. When his control slipped, people died. “Bullshit.” Was she still setting him up? Was this all just some trick to get under his guard?

Sam caught the faint narrowing of her eyes. “It’s true,” Seline said.

“An angel would never take in a succubus.” And sure as sin not one as freaking rule-oriented as Rogziel. Rogziel was old school. Sam had heard his spiel plenty of times. Demons were abominations. Angels shouldn’t have sex with humans. Do your duty. Punish the guilty.

Blah, fucking blah.

She grabbed for the sheet, and he missed the view when she covered herself. “For your information, I’m only half-succubus.”

Right. Which begged the question…“So what’s your other half?”

Her lips clamped together.

Fine. It didn’t really matter to him. She could be some new breed half-vamp, half-demon miracle, and he wouldn’t feel differently. If the little hybrid didn’t want to share, he sure wouldn’t lose any sleep. “He kept you for thirty years.” Now that part actually did piss him off, more than it should, and the rage within Sam pumped hotter.

“He didn’t keep me, okay? I was a baby.”

Shit, she was only thirty? Seriously? Talk about robbing the cradle. A succubus could easily hide her age—or just not age at all. He’d never suspected she was so young.

Seline huffed out a hard breath. “I didn’t even know—” she began as red stained her cheeks.

“That Rogziel was a sadist with his own twisted sense of right and wrong?” She’d worked with him. So much time—enough time for Rogziel to twist her. “Tell me, how many men did you kill for him?” Don’t touch her. He could never touch her with this fury fueling him. “How many did you seduce?”

She spun away and grabbed her clothes. The sheet dropped, he got one fine view of her ass, then she yanked on her clothes. “Screw you!”

He raised a brow. “You already did.”

Obviously, that wasn’t the right thing to say. A blast of psychic power hit him and tossed him across the room. When Sam picked himself off the floor, he glared at her. Seline was definitely stronger than she’d been before.

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