Page 43 of Angel Of Darkness

She swallowed. “You need me.” Because Keenan seemed to be having trouble standing. He hadn’t left her when she was at her breaking point, and she wouldn’t leave him.

Unless the fire got too close.

Nicole pulled him back toward the motorcycle. She climbed on first. “Just put your arms around me. Hold on, for a little while.”

He eased down behind her. The bike dipped beneath his weight. Then his hands came up and curled around her stomach. His heat lanced right through her T-shirt. But it wasn’t painful. Not even close.

Pleasure.

It took her two tries to start the bike. They almost fell once, and then she got the motorcycle to a weaving acceleration. They didn’t go fast. It wasn’t a smooth ride, but she managed to drive them back to the motel.

A fifty on the counter got them room number seven. Lucky seven. She pushed him inside, flipped the lock, and then started to strip him.

The angel studied the chaos at the feeding room. Humans—so pale and listless. Ready for death. Good. Death was ready for them.

One touch, and a soul was his. Ready for the afterlife and any judgment that would come.

So many souls. So easy to take.

But, no, death didn’t get to pick and choose. Death took only the ones on the list.

So he walked past the vamp with the bloody chest, the one that seemed to actually see him. He took the humans who were marked and let the others escape.

The taint of the Fallen hung in the air, mixing with the scent of ash that clung to the floor. To the walls.

The Fallen was discovering his power. A dangerous thing for those around Keenan. He’d be out of control with the initial rush of power.

The first taste was always the most tempting—and therefore the most dangerous. Keenan would want more, need more.

Demons weren’t the only ones who became addicted too quickly.

His gaze searched the room. Take another.

They all had their addictions.

He was strong enough to fight his. The Fallen wasn’t.

More death would come.

Her hands were on him. Soft, cool hands that stroked—and ripped away his clothes.

“Nicole.” Keenan’s tongue felt thick and swollen in his mouth, but, right then, his whole body felt that way. Courtesy of the fire and her stripping hands.

She tossed his shirt onto the floor. “Kick out of your shoes,” she ordered.

He nearly fell, but he managed to get the shoes off.

Then her hands went for the waist of his jeans. The heat inside flared hotter. The air around them crackled with sparks.

She froze. He saw the pulse racing at the base of her throat. “You in control?” Nicole whispered.

Barely. He nodded.

Her hands brushed against his abdomen. Keenan sucked in a sharp breath. The fire seemed to burn his entire body from the inside out, but the need—that was centered in his throbbing cock. Her fingers were so close, and he wanted her hand on his cock.

No, he wanted his cock in her.

She pushed down his jeans. Her tongue swiped over her lips as her gaze dipped. “We, ah...” She stepped back, turned, and hurried toward the bathroom. “We need to get you cooled down.”

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