Page 6 of Legacy of Temptation

“I hear you did an exorcism today…” Draven trailed off as he finally noticed Beth. “Holy…moly…” he breathed, and she graced him with a smile, the sharp tips of her fangs denting the glistening pillow of her bottom lip.

“So, Beth,” Mace drawled, his voice thick with lust, “want to come back to our house to party?”

Oh, hell no. Mace was always inviting sketchy females to their compound, and they’d tried to rob them twice. Another time, the female had turned into a dire mantis and tried to eat him. Which was funny because when Mace told his dad, Lore, about it, Lore had confessed to being in the same situation back in his single days.

Logan never wanted to hear about his dad’s sexcapades. Ever.

Beth’s smile turned sultry. “I do love a Sem orgy,” she said in a low voice that shouldn’t have been audible in the noisy club. But Logan definitely heard her. Hell, hefeltevery word vibrate in an erotic cadence across his nerve endings. She squeezed his arm, and he damn near groaned. “What about you?”

Sem orgy? Oh, hell no. “I’m more of a one-on-one kinda guy.”

“Ditto.” Sabre’s eyes, normally the color of dark coffee, had gone as gold as Mace’s and Blade’s, and his voice held a tortured note. As a sex demon, he was probably feeling some pain as his need intensified.

“Too bad the one you want is off-limits.” Blade’s gaze was zeroed in on Beth’s deep cleavage.

“Aleka’s not off-limits,” Sabre said, tearing his gaze away to focus on the DJ.

Draven cocked an ebony eyebrow at Sabre. “You’re not afraid of Ares?”

Sabre gave a nonchalant shrug, still clinging to the DJ like a life raft. “Ares loves me.”

“Sure, he does.” Mace popped a piece of gum into his mouth. “Until he finds out you’re lusting after his baby girl.” He looked over at Logan. “What do you think? Ares is your uncle. Will the second Horseman of the Apocalypse want his precious daughter banging a sex demon?”

Definitely not.

“Ooh.” Beth rubbed up against Logan, her hip brushing his erection, and he had to clench his jaw to keep from moaning. This chick was throwing some serious sex magic, as powerful as any Logan had ever encountered. “Your uncle is War? Do you have a Horseman parent too?”

“His dad is Death,” Mace interjected before Logan could lie and throw this female off track. “Thanatos.”

“Mm.” Her ruby lips parted on a soft, sensual gasp. “So, you’re the one with the hellhound.” She rubbed against him again, her pelvis rolling in a blatant invitation. “I want to stroke it.”

Logan backed up a step, but she moved with him, not missing a beat. “Ah, yeah…Cujo isn’t that friendly. He’s pretty reactive around strangers…”

She hooked his T-shirt with her nails and leaned in, her body scorching hot against his. “I wasn’t talking about stroking the hellhound.” She cupped his cock through his jeans, and he let out a strangled, extremely humiliating noise. Holy hell, he was on fire. Where was Nate and his damn fire extinguisher now? “I need to fuck you,” she breathed against his throat. “Right now.”

Suddenly, the crowd parted, and an ominous breeze blasted through the channel of bodies. Logan’s gut clenched.

He knew that breeze.

That angry, scorching breeze.

Thanatos, the Horseman known as Death, stormed toward Logan, his massive boots striking the floor like thunderclaps, his long leather coat flapping against them with every step. His pale-yellow eyes flashed like blades.

“Dad! What the—?”

“Move away from her, Logan.” Thanatos knocked people out of the way like a hell stallion charging through a flock of sheep. “Move away from hernow.”

What kind of bullshit was this? And not embarrassing at all. Pissed and humiliated, Logan squared his stance and stood his ground. He and his dad hadn’t gotten into it for decades, not since Logan was a rebellious asshat of a teen.

Actually, this felt more like he was back at the school for supernatural kids, and his hyper-paranoid dad was bursting into his classroom because some Big Bad wanted revenge, and Logan neededprotection.

Fuck that. He was an adult now, with deadly skills and a hellhound. He didn’t need Daddy running to the rescue.

“What the hell, Dad?” Logan grabbed Beth’s hand out of sheer stubborn defiance. “I’m not Amber. You don’t have to protect me from anything—”

“Dammit, Logan!” Thanatos roared as he swiped his finger across the crescent-shaped scar on his neck. Bone-plate armor clacked into place, a sheathed knife appeared at one hip, and a sword at his other. “She’s not who you think she is.”

The air went still. Everyone went still. If a Horseman armored up, shit was real. And if the souls trapped inside Thanatos’s armor started swirling around his feet, it was time to run.

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