Page 47 of Angel Of Darkness

His lips skimmed over her sex. His tongue licked.

Not even close to enough.

A hungry growl burst from his lips as his hands clamped down tighter on her legs. He opened her more, tasting, licking, savoring every inch of her hot core.

Her moans were in his ears, her claws digging into his shoulders, and her hips pushing closer to him. He heard her call his name. He heard the broken rasp of her breaths, but he wasn’t done.

Her body tensed, and he looked up just in time to see the blind pleasure flow across her face—and he pressed his mouth harder to her and savored the taste of her release as she came.

Then he slowly climbed back up her body. Her breath heaved, and her hands reached for him. He kissed her. Keenan drove his tongue into her mouth and let that wild hunger build and build.

He wanted to plunge into her body. To take and take and let the release rip through him.

Forbidden.

Like he gave a damn about the rules anymore. Those rules were for angels, and he didn’t have a chance of ever flying again, not with his wings burned off.

Take.

He couldn’t fly, but he could have her. He would have her.

Then the scent reached him. The light, almost sweet scent of flowers in the air.

The scent that always came when an angel was near.

He tore his mouth from hers and spun around. His hand automatically went to the thin sheet, and he yanked it over her body. “Get out of here!” Keenan thundered.

“What?” Nicole demanded. “After what we just—you want me to leave?”

He grabbed her wrist and chained her to him. “Not you.” His gaze swept the room. His nose followed that scent. His eyes narrowed as he focused his stare on the far corner. “You into watching now?” A dark taunt directed at the one waiting.

“Uh, Keenan?” Worry had entered Nicole’s voice. “No one else is here.”

“He’s here.” Keenan rose from the bed and didn’t bother to cover his body. Angels weren’t supposed to care about nudity. And he didn’t care about his—just hers. “Unless he’s here to kill me, then he needs to drag his winged ass out of here.” He felt the wind whisper against his face. Angel power. “Can’t you smell him?” Keenan asked her because a vamp’s enhanced senses should at least be able to pick up that light scent. Most humans—those who stopped to pay attention—caught the telltale fragrance.

The sheets rustled. “I...yes.”

Keenan glanced back at her.

Her gaze was wide, her lips open. “I know that smell. In the alley, when that vampire attacked me...” She jumped from the bed and clutched the sheet tightly to her. “I smelled it then.” Now it was her turn to sweep the room with her gaze. “There was so much blood, I couldn’t figure out why I just...smelled flowers.”

Because an angel had been near.

“Is he the one who was there?” The worry was gone from her voice. Only fury remained. “This jerk in here now—is he the one who stood there and watched while that vamp attacked me?”

Another whisper of wind blew on his face. Then the floral scent began to fade as the angel vanished. What had been the purpose of that visit?

A threat?

Keenan didn’t take so well to those angelic threats anymore.

“He’s leaving,” Nicole realized. She grabbed Keenan’s arm. “I can tell. The scent is almost gone.” She turned, and her gaze tracked all around the room. “Why can’t I see him?”

“Because you’re not dead.” He exhaled slowly. Time for more truth. “You can only see an angel when you’re dying—in those last few seconds before death.”

Her lips curved down. “Haven’t you heard? I am dead.”

“No, you’re undead. There’s a difference.” She’d died only for a few seconds. Not long enough for her soul to leave. Just long enough for her body to change when the virus got inside her.

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