Page 90 of Angel Betrayed

The floor swayed beneath them. Not the floor…the cage.

Seline’s lips lifted slowly from his. Sam’s eyes opened. Her mouth was wet from his. The darkness of her eyes reflected the same lust that he felt but…

Sam saw confusion in her gaze.

She shook her head and said, “You should be weak.”

He was so hot that Sam felt close to exploding. His cock was so full that he ached. Want. Need. “You’re not taking, sweetheart.” Didn’t she realize what she was doing? “You’re pumping me up.” With lust and with power.

Her eyes widened as she tried to push against him. “No, no, I’m?—”

A succubus didn’t always have to take power. He knew that. He also knew that a succubus usually only shared her power with one person.

Even a succubus could mate. In fact, if she wanted to have children, a succubus had to find a mate. One man she could share her power with over her lifetime. Otherwise, there would be no births for her. Reproduction wasn’t just about sex with a succubus—it was about mating. Life, love—forever. Did Seline even know that? Because he was betting Rogziel hadn’t shared that information with her.

“Let me go!” She wrenched back, but he held her tight.

“No, you’re not running again. We’re settling this.” Anger and lust battled in his blood. “You’re not?—”

The screams reached him. High. Full of terror. Then he caught the shattering of glass. More shouts. The thunder of footsteps.

Through the bars, he looked out over the club. Chaos reigned as the humans and Other rushed for the exits.

Then he heard the growls. Smelled the brimstone. No wonder the shifters were at the front of the fleeing mass. They would’ve caught the scent first.

“What’s happening?” Seline’s stare followed his.

Sam saw the deep claw marks that scraped across the table tops. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Are you afraid?”

“Yes!” she yelled immediately as she wrestled away from him. Sam let her feet touch the bottom of the cage, but he held tightly to her hand. “Something’s coming this way!” Seline cried.

“Not just something. Sweetheart, your hound is coming.”

She stilled and stared at him with dazed eyes.

“When we were kissing, were you afraid?” he demanded. “Were you scared of me?”

She nodded, and it was like a punch to his chest. Fear and desire. They shouldn’t have merged for her. For them.

They had, and now hell was coming.

The other cages were falling from the ceilings. Most of the folks had already fled El Diablo. Some stragglers were hiding behind the bar or crouching under tables.

Those claw marks were heading for Sam. For the cage that swayed drunkenly on a chain that looked ready to snap at any moment. Too much power in the air.

“The hound’s protecting you,” Sam muttered as he grabbed the nearest steel bar with his left hand and fought to steady them. “That’s why it went after the shifter and tore his throat out. That’s why it came after me when we were in the truck. The hound fucking thinks it’s protecting you.”

A whoosh of wind came at them. Something—the fucking hound in question—slammed into the cage. The cage rocked hard to the right, to the left, and then that chain snapped. They fell to the floor with a bone-jarring crash. Sam twisted and tried to cushion Seline’s body with his own.

His hands held her tightly to him. He was sure that if he’d been human, his back would have broken when the cage pounded into the floor. As it was, the fall hurt like a bitch.

Then the cage bars started to snap. No, the hound snapped them.

Seline stared around with wide, stunned eyes.

Sam hurried to his feet. He still had his hold on her. No way was he letting her go. “You don’t know how to send the hound back, do you?”

She shook her head. “I don’t even know how it got here!”

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