Page 133 of Angel Of Darkness

Her breath choked out as she stared up at him. Then her hands slid down and stroked over his back. Her silken touch shot right through him. Stroking wings that aren’t there.

He thrust into her and drove as deep as he could go. Her legs locked around him. Her heels pushed against his ass as she arched toward him. Taking, needing, just as wildly as he did.

Her moans filled his ears. His hands wrapped tightly around her.

Thrust.

Thrust.

He took her mouth and drove his tongue inside, so hungry for more of her taste. Her tongue brushed against his as her sex squeezed him. Her delicate inner muscles clamped down around his cock.

His spine prickled. His climax was close, but he didn’t want the release to hit yet. Not yet.

Her fingers slid over the ridges of his scars, and her light caress ripped right through his control.

He plunged into her harder. Deeper. The gentleness was gone now, when he’d wanted to hold on to it so badly. But he needed her with a primal desire that couldn’t be contained.

He exploded inside her and heard the gasp that came from Nicole as she climaxed. The pleasure was rough. Pounding, racing through his blood.

He held her as tightly as he could.

Won’t let go.

No matter who came calling.

Some things in this world were more important than duty, and some beings were even stronger than death.

Sam caught the scent of blood as soon as he climbed the porch steps at Ron’s house. The front door stood open and swayed brokenly on its hinges.

His jaw clenched, and he knew what he’d find even before he crossed that threshold. Poor Ron had never been a particularly strong demon. Barely a level three on the power scale, he wouldn’t have been much of a challenge in a fight against another paranormal.

Sure enough, Ron sprawled on the floor. His throat had been ripped open, and blood pooled around his body.

“Fuck.”

Long claw marks riddled Ron’s arms and chest. Those marks weren’t deep enough to kill.

No, the shifter who’d come after Ron had tortured him first, trying to break Ron to get the demon to talk.

“You broke, didn’t you?” Sam muttered, then shook his head as he bent to close Ron’s eyes. When it came to pain, Ron hadn’t been strong. A fault many demons carried. Pain was their weakness.

Who’d come to collect Ron at death? Az? The big guy himself or one of Az’s dozen minions?

Sam yanked out his phone. Sometimes, technology was even faster than magic. He called the number for the safe house he’d offered to Keenan and Nicole. It only figured that Keenan would take his vampire back there. Sam knew when fucking time was at hand—and Keenan had been burning for his vamp.

The phone rang. Once, twice.

“Hello?” Nicole’s hesitant voice.

He turned away from the body. “Company’s coming,” he warned. “Be ready.”

He heard the shatter of glass over the phone line.

“I think company’s already here,” she told him softly and the line went dead.

In an instant, Keenan jumped from the bed. He grabbed his jeans, yanked them up, and whirled to face Nicole even as Sam’s warning echoed in her head.

Company’s coming.

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