Angel Betrayed (The Fallen #2)(62)

“Leave, Sam.” She spoke in a way he’d never heard before. Pure sex. Temptation. Sin.

She might have just ordered him to leave, but his body was determined to stay.

“Seline.” Her name came out raw and hungry.

The music flared louder.

Slowly, so slowly, she turned to face him. She looked . . . different. Eyes smoky. Lips plumper, redder, skin so translucent that it glowed. He looked at her and wanted.

But that part—well, the want wasn’t exactly new for him.

“I’m not playing tonight,” she whispered, but he could easily hear her over the crowd. “Tonight I’m taking all the power that I want, and if you come any closer, I will drain you dry.”

This wasn’t the Seline he knew. “You don’t drain people, remember?”

But she smiled, and an evil grin should never have been so sexy. “Why don’t you find the shifter who gave me a ride and see what he has to say?”

Sam blinked. “I already found what was left of him.” And he hadn’t expected that.

“He wanted to cut me open.” Her chin lifted. “Coyotes always think blood and sex mix.”

Fury spiked his power and sent the cage rocking on the narrow chain that held it secured to the ceiling. “So you cut the bastard open in return?”

She blinked, and some of the glow seemed to dim from her skin. “Cut him? I-I didn’t cut him!”

“I found him with his throat torn open.”

Shock rippled across her face, and she stumbled back.

She hadn’t known. That definitely put a spin on things—and made it look like Keenan had been right.

“I didn’t . . .” She shook her head. “I just . . . I kissed him.”

A snarl broke from Sam’s lips, and in an instant, he was before her. He grabbed her arms and pulled her onto her toes. “Did you f*ck him?”

“Didn’t have to . . . didn’t want to. I can drain with a kiss.” Then she leaned up and kissed him.

Lust roared through his blood. His head swam with a burst of euphoria. Want, need, pleasure . . . the rush of sensations filled his body, and he kissed her harder, deeper.

She pushed against him, her nipples tight, her body soft. And still she kept kissing him. Hot, openmouthed, drugging kisses.

I can drain with a kiss.

He couldn’t hear the music anymore. Couldn’t hear the thunder of the crowd. She was the only thing he knew. The only thing he wanted.

Her tongue slid against his.

He wanted her naked. He wanted to drive into her and make her forget anyone that had come before—any man who’d had her before.

There will be no other.

He caught her hips and lifted her up against him. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she rubbed against his erect cock. Not enough. Not even f*cking close.

The floor swayed beneath them. Not the floor . . . cage.

Seline’s lips lifted slowly from his. Sam’s eyes opened. Her mouth was wet from his. The darkness of her eyes reflected the same lust that he felt but . . .

Sam saw confusion in her gaze.

She shook her head and said, “You . . . should be weak.”

He was so hot that Sam felt close to exploding. His cock was so full that he ached. Want. Need. “You’re not taking, sweetheart.” Didn’t she realize what she was doing? “You’re pumping me up.” With lust, with power.

Her eyes widened as she tried to push against him. “No, no, I’m—”

A succubus didn’t always have to take power. He knew that. He also knew that a succubus usually only shared her power with one person . . .

Even a succubus could mate. In fact, if she wanted to have children, a succubus had to find a mate—one man she could share her power with over her lifetime. Otherwise, there would be no births for her. Reproduction wasn’t just about sex with a succubus—it was about mating. Life, love—forever. Did Seline even know that? Because he was betting Rogziel hadn’t shared that information with her.

“Let me go!” She wrenched back, but he held her tight.

“No, you’re not running again. We’re settling this.” Anger and lust battled in his blood. “You’re not—”

The screams reached him then. High, full of terror. Breaking glass. Shouts. The thunder of footsteps.

Through the bars, he looked out over the club. Chaos reigned as the humans and Other rushed for the exits.

Then he heard the growls. Smelled the brimstone. No wonder the shifters were at the front of the fleeing mass. They would’ve caught the scent first.

“What’s happening?” Seline’s stare followed his.

Sam saw the deep claw marks that scraped across the table tops. Fuck, f*ck, f*ck. “Are you afraid?”

“Yes!” she yelled immediately as she wrestled away from him. Sam let her feet touch the bottom of the cage, but he held tight to her hand. “Something’s coming this way!” Seline said.

“Not just something . . . your hound.”

She stilled and stared at him with dazed eyes.

“When we were kissing, were you afraid?” he demanded. “Were you scared of me?”

She nodded, and it was like a punch to his chest. Fear and desire. They shouldn’t have merged for her. For them.

They had, and now hell was coming.