Angel Betrayed (The Fallen #2)(94)

Sam.

A name she knew . . . now. She hadn’t then, and she’d been terrified of the “Sam” who tracked her.

Seline pushed through the crowd that waited eagerly for a spot inside Sunrise, and she made her way to those red doors. The bouncers glanced her way. Their eyes widened when they saw her.

“Are you—shit, are you—” The one with the bald head and snake tattoos began.

Seline just nodded before he could finish speaking. “Is he here?”

The other bouncer yanked open the door for her. “Yes.”

She let her eyes flash to black. “Good.” All of her power was back now. Good, bad, and everything in between.

Guess they couldn’t totally kill my dark side. Maybe that fact should scare her. It didn’t.

She rather liked her dark side. Without it, she probably wouldn’t have survived the last few months.

When she strolled inside Sunrise, humans muttered behind her, not understanding why she’d gotten her free pass. Too bad for them.

Bodies filled the interior of the bar. Dancers twisted and undulated on the stage. And in cages . . . ah, the cages were new. They reminded her of... well, a night that made her ache.

Her gaze searched the club.

There. Surrounded by his demons. Sam stood near the bar, tall, strong, but his profile looked more haggard. The lines on his face appeared deeper.

Sammael.

As she watched, his fist slammed onto the bar top and the mirrored surface shattered. “I don’t want f*cking excuses! I want her!”

Seline strode forward. With every step she took, her heart raced faster. So fast she thought the thing would rip out of her chest.

Then Sam looked in the mirror. He caught sight of her reflection. She saw him shake his head, as if denying what he was seeing.

She smiled. “Hello, Sam.”

He spun around. “Seline!”

Before she could take a breath, he had her in his arms. His mouth crushed onto hers and, oh, it was what she wanted, what she remembered, from those fevered dreams that wouldn’t leave her alone.

Dreams that she was sure she’d been sharing with him.

His fingers held her so tightly that Seline knew she’d bruise, but she didn’t care. She was holding him just as tightly. Won’t ever let go.

His tongue thrust into her mouth. She stood onto her toes and pressed her body against his. More, more . . . she needed him.

The dreams had started a month ago. The first one had scared her to death, and turned her on.

She’d seen a tall, dark man. His eyes had been pitch-black. He’d looked at her with such lust she’d trembled. He’d reached for her. Took her hand. Kissed her palm, then said, “I need more than dreams, Seline. Come back to me.”

Then she’d started finding her way home.

His head lifted, slowly, and she immediately missed his touch. “You’re real?” he asked, voice gruff. “Not another dream.”

“No, I’m real.” She’d rehearsed her speech a hundred times, but now she wasn’t sure what she should say to him.

Four months. It had taken her that long to find her way back to him.

What’s four months compared to a thousand years?

He kissed her again. There was so much need in his touch. A desperate hunger. Her sex moistened instantly.

“You fell,” he growled against her mouth. “Dammit, Seline, I wasn’t worth the fall. You should have let me take the pain. I was going to come to you. I would have—”

She put her fingers over his mouth. “You were worth it.” She wasn’t going to regret any choice she’d made.

He grabbed her hand and led her away from the bar. She saw Cole’s shocked expression give way to a fast grin. “Fuckin’ about time,” the demon said.

Yes, it was.

The bouncers near the private room stumbled in their haste to open the door for them. Sam pulled her inside. The door slammed closed behind them . . .

Then he was on her. He pressed her against the wall, caged her with his hands, and his mouth took hers. Lips, tongue. Wild, consuming, the hunger burned too hot, and she could only gasp against his mouth and hold on.

His sensual power filled the room. So much desire. All for her.

“Don’t ever leave me again.” He hiked up her skirt. “Promise.”

“Try to keep me away.” Her hands were at the front of his jeans. She unhooked the snap, slid down the zipper. “Try.”

He yanked her panties away and tossed them to the ground. Then he lifted her up, positioned her, and paused only long enough to say, “I can’t be easy. Not this time. I’ve been starving for you.”

Sammael. Her Sammael. “When did I ever want easy?”

He laughed, then froze, staring at her with eyes that saw into her. “I missed you.”

That ragged confession stole her breath.

Then he was raising her hips higher, holding her with strong, warm hands, and the broad head of his cock pushed between her legs.

His gaze held hers as he thrust deep in one long, hard stroke.

Her legs wrapped around him, and she arched toward him.

She felt his control shatter. He began to thrust, to pump, in a feverish drive. Too fast and wild. No, just fast and wild enough. His mouth was on hers. His hand on her breast, his cock sliding right over the sensitive flesh of her sex. It was perfect. It was— Hard. Deep. Rough.