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“It’s no wonder there are rumblings of a rebellion. With Dei like you, it’s easy to want change.” The brunie huffs before pulling out a tiny notepad from his brown tunic pocket. He scribbles something down before slamming it on the floor in front of me and scurrying away, out of the still-open front door, and literallypoof…gone.
“That’s the second time I have heard of a rebellion. I have already informed Dei Samhain, but it needs nipping in the bud…soon.” Hack addresses Desdemon as I bend to pick up the tiny note.
The writing is miniscule but I can make out a few words. I don’t understand them, the address is foreign to me, but hopefully it’s exactly what we need.
“I will bring it to the next meeting of the Dei. Contact me as soon as possible if you find anything. And don’t fuck it up.” Desdemon’s last few words are a clear threat. Then, as if he were never here, he speeds away, the door slamming closed behind him, leaving Hack and I alone at last.
“Well, that was…something.” I chuckle, pulling away from his chest and looking up at him, his stunning green eyes connecting instantly with mine.
“You’resomething.” His one-sided grin almost makes me forget how to stand properly, my knees weak and my pussy dampening, but…Danika.
Orgasms can wait.
He’ll understand that orgasms don’t come before saving my best fucking friend.
Because Iwillsave her.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Hack
To borrow an anthros idiom, Faloria was a bust.
Shortly after we decided that it would be best for Sage and I to sneak into Faloria looking for the asshole professor who’s been a thorn in our side since…well, the very beginning, we turned right back around. The brunie was right, his nephilim boss had been there for a while but when we arrived, he was long gone and the entire place was as dark as the cooled embers of lava. Empty and ominous.
It turns out he’s at his Staten Island home where he stalked and harassed my chosen, meaning this whole situation has come full circle. I wish I could tie him up with a bow and present him as a bonding gift to Sage then choke him with the ribbon until his last breath is an apology. But he’s not my gift to give. She’s the one who is actively looking for him, therefore, it’s her kill.
That being said, if she’s uncomfortable killing with intention, then I’ll be more than happy to step in. Fuck the knights in shining armor; that shit tends to rust. I’ll be her demon bathed in vengeance, which never goes out of style.
“We need a plan.” The wind is howling in the wide streets of Staten Island today, but Sage is hyper focused. Even as I speak to her, she doesn’t dare look away from the professor’s front door. It’s an apartment building, tall and narrow with maybe three apartments on each floor, his being one of the two in the middle. That’s going to be a problem if we don’t play our cards right.
“We have one and it’s simple.” Obviously. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at the Hollywood action movie that’s no doubt playing in her mind as we speak.
“No, you have a goal, but it’s not a plan. You can’t just walk in there and go bloody, shiny goddess on him.” I frown because things aren’t that simple, are they? “Or maybe it’s the angel that’s shiny and the goddess is bloody?” This gets her attention and even earns me a small smile for my troubles.
“I see your point.” With a heavy sigh like she’s truly disappointed she can’t just turn him into a charred piece of meat and move on, she throws her arms to the side and groans. “Can we at least make him suffer? He took my best friend and then tried to kill you.”
It doesn’t escape my notice that she’s always worried about others. That piece of wasted breath tried to kill her, too, but she doesn’t even care about that.
“Satapti.” At the tone of my voice, her eyes glaze over, her teeth trapping that perfectly plump bottom lip and making me lose my train of thought. When her palms come to my chest and she looks up at me with those intense eyes of hers, I figure what difference does it make if we kill him now or in ten minutes? None.
Without giving it a second thought, I pull her into the nearest alley and slam her against the brick wall, not even apologizing for the roughness of it all. By the hungry look on her face, I may have amped up her libido. Now that she’s a kyn, I don’t fearhurting her. I don’t fear losing her. I don’t fear a fucking thing because, together, we are unstoppable.
“Does killing our enemies make your pussy nice and wet, Satapti?” I press my big body flush to hers and thrust my hips into her, making her moan long and loud. “If I dip my fingers inside, am I going to get drenched?”
“Yes and yes.” Like a hungry little kitten, Sage rubs herself against me, mewling with need.
“Take your pants off, Satapti, so I can fuck you raw before you get your first sweet taste of revenge.” Her first instinct is to protest, but when I pull back just enough for her to see my raised brow, she grins.
“Oh, this is going to come in really handy.” Then she closes her eyes and two seconds later, her jeans and undies are gone and my cock is freed from the constraints of my leather pants. The instant I feel the cold air on my balls, I slam inside her and revel at the sound of her breath being expelled from her lungs by the force of my thrust.
“You’re so fucking perfect for me, Sage. Every. Fucking. Inch.” I accentuate each word with my dick bottoming out so deep inside her that her screams are silent. She’s beautiful when she’s impaled on cock. She’s always fucking gorgeous but there’s something about the trust she fully has in me that makes it all extra perfect.
“I need…” I interrupt her next words with my tongue in her mouth, claiming her, tasting her, owning her the same way she owns me.
Not to mention, I know exactly what she needs.
As I’m ravaging her with my lips and mouth, capturing every one of her moans and swallowing them down so they’re close to my cold, black heart, my vines come out to play. That’s what she needs. All of me. I’d fuck her in demon form but that would beawkward and kissing with a mouthful of pumpkin is the opposite of sexy.
