Page 36 of Her Avenging Angel

“Are you sure it’s safe for me to stay? The Demons won’t find me and take me back there?” She looked at him, aware she was probably wide eyed and crazy looking.

“They’re gone. The Demons’ clubhouse blew up early one morning a few weeks ago. From what I’m hearing, the police say they had a meth lab in the basement and detonated, taking out the entire club.”

Taylynn frowned. She’d been in that basement ... she didn’t remember a lab of any kind down there. But maybe she’d missed it. She’d only gone down there a couple of times, with one of the Demons watching while she fetched some case of liquor they were after.

“When?” she asked, her voice little more than a whisper. “All of them?”

“A couple of weeks ago, at least. It was all over the paper. I thought someone would have mentioned it to you.” Raven brought one hand up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushed across her cheek. “I was waiting to see if any stragglers surfaced. Any possible Demons who weren’t at the clubhouse when it blew, before I told you. No one has been seen in weeks. I have no doubt they won’t be coming for you. But if you’d rather leave, I’ll send you wherever you want to go. I’d rather see you happy, even if that’s not here with me.”

Taylynn’s chest ached at the thought of leaving. She liked these guys. She liked even more that they treated her like a human being, not a toy to get what they wanted from then throw away. They seemed to care what she thought, what she wanted, and even if she didn’t always get what she wanted, they made sure she had what they could give her. Did she want to leave? To risk losing what she’d found there, and what she was still discovering with Raven, on the chance that there might be a Demon who had escaped whatever had happened to the rest of them. A question popped into her head and she thought she knew the answer, but she had to ask.

“What if one, or more, of the Demons survived? What if he comes after me?”

“Then we’ll do everything we can to protect you. If you’re mine, little one, you’re family and we protect our family.” His hand still rested on her face, his warmth comforting her despite the unpleasant topic.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he frowned, “You’re going to have to be more specific what you’re agreeing to.”

“Okay, I’ll stay. I’ll be yours.” She moved closer, turning her head to press it against his chest. His arms went around her, making her feel precious and safe in a way she couldn’t remember feeling anywhere else. Not ever. There was a lot she would give up to keep feeling this way. “I don’t know how or when but somehow over the last few weeks, I’ve fallen for you.”

“Oh, little one.” His chest vibrated as he spoke, sending those vibrations through her with every word. “I know exactly when I fell for you. It was when I walked into the front room and found you standing behind the bar beating your tiny fists against Dax’s chest. You were still bruised and healing from something you’d been lucky to survive but there you were, standing up and fighting back with everything you had. I knew then and there that if you’d have me, I’d make you mine.”

Taylynn tilted her head up and stared at him. “Really?”

“Really, little one. Now, I’m hungry. It’s time for my breakfast.” He pushed Taylynn on to her back then threw the blanket back and moved to settle between her spread knees. “I’m going to make you come a couple of times, then we can go out and get some food.”

Taylynn started to say something but when Raven blew a soft breath against her heat, then followed it with a long swipe of his tongue she forgot what she’d been about to say. By the time he was done, she’d forgotten everything, even her name, for a few minutes.

Chapter Twenty-Five

“I’ll be right back. I’ve got something for you,” Raven said once he’d finished cleaning her up. He pulled on his jeans and left her room, padding barefoot down the hall to his own room. He’d have to move her in here as soon as she was ready. He hated having her down the hall and not in his bed. Though if she needed to keep the other room for a while longer, he wouldn’t stop her. In his room he grabbed the box that had come in a week before and went back to her.

When he opened the door and stepped inside he found her sitting up in the middle of the bed, the rumpled bedding pooled around her, not doing a thing to cover her but framing her nicely. It made him want to stretch her out and fuck her again. But he remembered her stomach rumbling earlier and knew he needed to feed her. But he wanted her to open this first.

“Here. I got this for you.” He gave her the box and stepped back, forcing himself to watch her face instead of the tempting rise and fall of her tits.

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