Angel Betrayed (The Fallen #2)(23)



No one could escape hell. Not Az, not Seline, and not Sam—and not any Other who thought they could escape him.

Rogziel would make certain of it.

Time for them to pay. Judgment was at hand.





CHAPTER FIVE



Seline’s breath choked in her lungs. Her skin was so sensitive that just the touch of the sheet against her had her tensing.

Sam lay beside her, but she could still feel him all along the length of her body. Inside and out.

Oh, boy. She was in trouble. Serious trouble. Her wounds had healed, her power scale was about to rocket through the roof, but she was so scared in that moment that her stomach knotted.

Didn’t expect that.

It hadn’t been just sex. She’d had sex before. Sex didn’t make you so hungry and wild that you just wanted to take and take and take until you could barely breathe, much less move.

That was—addiction.

Everyone knew demons had a problem with addiction. Even a half-breed like her understood just how deadly an addiction could be.

Never suspected a Fallen would be my drug of choice. Fate sure liked to play games.

“Why . . .” Her voice came out sounding rather like a frog’s croak. Way to be a sexy succubus. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Why did you save me?”

He’d had the chance. If he wanted to attack Az, he could have gone after the Fallen and left her to the flames.

And where the hell had that fire come from? The sprinklers on the ceiling hadn’t kicked on, and the flames had actually seemed to be zeroing in on her.

“Because I know what the fire feels like.” He turned away from her. Her hands clenched into fists, and her nails bit into her palms as she fought the urge to reach out to him.

She could play this cool, maybe. Not like it was her first after-sex scene. Just her first after-really-awesome-nearly-knock-me-out-sex scene.

He rose from the bed. Naked, strong, those muscles flexing with his movements. What a fine ass. Totally biteable. The scars on his back were dark, still appearing a light red even after all this time, and she had the strangest urge to . . . lick them.

Next time.

“I thought . . .” She sucked in a breath and tasted him. “I thought you said you were here to watch the world burn.”

Sam glanced back at her, and his blue eyes glinted. “You’re not the world.”

No, she was just one half-breed succubus who was in way over her head. She pulled the sheet up to her chest. “Az got away.”

“Azrael won’t get far.” A promise reflected in that deadly tone. “The bastard can run, but I will find him.”

She didn’t doubt him. Azrael. Right, so that was the guy’s full name.

His eyes hardened as he stared at her. “But you won’t come between us again.”

Not like I planned to get in the middle of a fire—or a war between Fallen.

“Stay here as long as you want.” Sam waved his hand, dressed in a flash with that magic of his, and headed for the door.

It took three seconds too long for her to realize that the guy was actually leaving her, naked, in his bed. “Wait!”

Yeah, this had never happened to her before. Men didn’t usually leave a succubus. Beg for more, check. Offer anything for a chance to have her again. Right, been there, done that a time or two.

But walk away without a backward glance? That was just insulting.

And he truly wasn’t even looking back at her. His shoulders were tense, and his hand was on the doorknob.

“Where are you going?” She jumped out of the bed and realized that her knees felt a little wobbly, even as power had her skin flushing.

Sex with Sam had been very, very good for her. But since the guy was hightailing it out of there, maybe it hadn’t been so great for him.

Then why had he been so eager for follow-up rounds? Seline kept her chin up even as she secured a sheet around her body, toga-style.

“Hunting.” Flat. He wrenched open the door. “And I’m doing it alone.”

Not like she’d volunteered to go after the big, bad fire-starting angel with him. But . . . “That’s it?” Why did her voice sound so lost? Oh, this was not good. Not the way for a confident succubus to act. I’ve never been that confident. “You’re just leaving?” She sucked at after-sex dialogue because she couldn’t pull off the whole I’m-a-succubus-and-I-don’t-care bit.

Maybe I’m too much like my mother. Her mother had cared too much. If Erina had cared less, she’d still be alive, and Seline never would have been born.

Her spine straightened. Sam still wasn’t looking at her. Screw that. She lunged forward and grabbed his arm. She spun him back around and made him look at her. “We have amazing sex and then you—”

“Did you think it would be any other way?”

What?

His lips curved the faintest bit, and his eyes seemed to lighten to an even brighter blue as his hand rose. The back of his fingers brushed over her face. “Just so you know, that was just the start. I will have you again.”

Her sex clenched. Her body was way too eager for him. Down, succubus, down.

“But first, I have to hunt. If I don’t take him out, Az will come for me.” Sam’s white teeth flashed in a full and very lethal grin. “And I’ve owed him an ass-kicking for centuries.”

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