Page 23 of Sacrifice

Lucien moaned. “God, I want to be inside you.”

Eve spread her knees a little wider, opening herself up to him and then it was too much for Lucien to resist. He pushedher away to release his cock from the clothes that bound it and brought her back.

The tiny panties that had seemed so appropriate beneath the Dior didn’t stand a chance. He tore them away and brushed her clit with those electric fingertips of his. Eve bucked against him. She needed Lucien inside her like she’d never needed anyone.

And he knew it. He pulled her into him and she ground down, moving her hips in tiny circles, finding the tip of him and then pushing back.

Lucien moaned with animal desire. But now that she’d got them this far, he took over. He grasped her hips and thrust inside. Moving slowly at first, he found his way as she expanded to accept him.

Slowly, he slid his full length inside her, broad and hard, it brought the friction she so desperately wanted. Again and again, his hands on her hips, his tongue in her mouth, his cock gliding in and out, the exquisite sensation of it stroking her closer and closer to orgasm. And then she was tipping into it, body shuddering with the waves of pleasure that ran between them.

Lucien gasped. “Fuck me, you feel amazing.”

Eve could not agree more.

Fifteen

Jesper steppedout of the laundry closet, nonchalantly tucking in his shirt. It was a few seconds before the maid emerged, too. Michaels couldn’t help but notice the heated glow of her face. That and the grin of a Cheshire Cat.

“Still playing with mortals?” Michaels said when she was out of earshot.

Jesper handed him her master key. “You really should try it.” He licked his lips with a forked tongue. Jesper wore the appearance of a human like a badly fitting suit. The tongue was today’s mismatch.

Michaels shook his head. “You know the rules.”

Jesper grimaced in a parody of sadness and squeezed his shoulder. “Poor little Angel. Never gets to taste the forbidden fruit.”

Michaels shrugged him off and tried the key. The lock opened with a click.

Room 422 was a mess. Someone had tossed the furniture and bed sheets around as if they had been caught in a storm. Michaels could see he’d been right to follow up the ripples in the quintessence, before the authorities caught on. He peeredinto the bathroom and saw the pale, naked body of a fat man sprawled in the bath like a beached whale.

“The reaver,” sneered Samuel, shedding his glamour like a dog shaking his fur. “I can smell him.”

Michaels growled his ascent and knelt to pass his hand over the corpse’s chest. Lines of energy spread out from his fingertips and sank beneath the pallid skin. The flesh bumped and rippled as Michaels felt around.

Jesper cringed away. “Do you have to?” He turned on his heel and stalked back into the bedroom to clatter about. “You know that makes my stomach turn.”

There wasn’t much Michaels could do about that. He closed his eyes to focus. He’d need to if he was going to find any glimmer of a soul. The body was cold and long dead.

There were echoes, ghost-like shadows of who he’d been. Rich, terrible and cruel, he’d prospered from other’s misery. In Michaels’ opinion, his death wasn’t much of a loss to humanity, but there’d been no supernatural influence to his depravity that he could see. He got to his feet and whispered a blessing.

“No demon?” called Jesper from the other room. He was holding the bedclothes up to his muzzle and sniffing them when Michaels emerged.

Michaels shook his head. “And I’m the revolting one.”

Jesper grinned. “He had company, though. There were two women here, judging by the tang.” He wrinkled his nose in appreciation.

Michaels gave him a hard stare. “How long ago?”

“Four, maybe five hours ago.”

“He’s cold enough to have been dead for three.”

“The reaver took him?”

“Yes.” Michaels dragged his palms down on his coat. “But there was no dybbuk. The reaver’s off target and we need to find out why. And we need to make the body disappear.”

Jesper nodded, and his mouth twisted into a wicked grin. “I’ll get The Brothers Grimm.”

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