Angel Betrayed (The Fallen #2)(95)

She came.

The explosion of pleasure rocked through her. He kept thrusting. Again and again, and a second orgasm built within her. The air crackled around them. She pulled in the energy. Took it, used it, and sent it right back to Sam.

The second time she came, he was with her.

His orgasm pumped into her, and Seline licked his neck. Licked, then bit.

Not easy.

The thunder of his heartbeat shook her chest. She didn’t want to move. Finally, she was safe.

Just where she wanted to be.

Home.

Seline closed her eyes and listened to that fast pounding. “I missed you, too,” she whispered.

Sam stiffened. “Seline.”

Well, yeah, they’d covered that.

He stumbled back and adjusted his clothes. Seline shoved down her skirt, nervous once more now that the heat of their passion had cooled, and he was backing off. Backing off? Since when did Sam back away from sex?

The lust had always been the easy part for them. The emotions . . . those were a whole different story.

But Sam reached for her again. He held her tight, and they seemed to fall into the nearest black leather chair. “You’re sure you’re not a dream?”

She shook her head.

His breath rushed out on a relieved sigh. “I’ve got demons and shifters searching for you . . . they’re all over the world. I didn’t know where to look—I didn’t know where you’d fall.”

“Colorado,” she whispered. Good thing it had been a warm time of the year or she would have frozen her naked ass off.

He swallowed, and she saw the slow bob of his Adam’s apple. “I didn’t want you to suffer anymore.”

“And I wanted my freedom.”

He blinked and seemed surprised. Why? Didn’t he understand?

“I wasn’t free there, Sam. I couldn’t breathe. The angels didn’t seem to feel anything.” Seem. She’d caught glimpses, though, that told her things might not have been quite as they appeared.

“You are free now,” he told her, though the words were growled. “You can go wherever you want. Do what you want.”

Rogziel wasn’t after her any longer, but she had other enemies. “There are those who will always be after me.” Vengeance. Over the years, she’d made plenty of enemies who would want revenge.

“No, you don’t have to worry. They’re dead.”

Her lips parted in surprise. “What?”

“They’re dead, or they know that if they don’t want to be dead, they’ll stay away from you.” He brushed back her hair. “When you fell, I didn’t want one of them finding you first, so I made sure that word spread—you’re protected. Always.” His lips twisted. “Besides, that was the deal, right?”

The deal. She remembered another night. Same club. Different fear.

“I keep my deals,” he told her as his gaze searched hers.

Yes, she knew he did, no matter how deadly those deals were.

“You helped me to find my brother, and now, if you want your freedom, I won’t stop you.”

Seline shook her head. “Do you think I went to all the trouble of falling . . . of having my wings burned off . . . just so that I could walk away from you?”

He blinked. Then his hands smoothed up her back. Through her blouse, she could feel the light pressure of his fingertips on her scars. Pleasure whispered over her.

Oh, wow.

Seline licked her lips. “I figure you owe me, Fallen.”

His mouth kicked up in just the faintest smile, and she was sure his eyes lightened. “Seems you told me that before.”

“Well, yeah, I did. Because every time I turn around, you’re owing me.” She tried to sound cocky and assured, but Seline suspected he saw right through her act.

“I’ll give you anything.”

“That’s sure a different tune now.” She’d had to fight her way to get his agreement before.

“I’m different. You made me that way.” His fingers were still tracing her scars, and little shivers skirted over her body. “Say it, and it’s yours. Tell me what you want.”

Okay. Screw the speech she’d planned. Seline decided to just tell him what was in her heart. “I want you.” Not for a day or a few weeks. “I want to stay with you forever.”

His breath expelled in a rush. “You’ve got me.” His mouth took hers, and the desire whipped through her blood. “Sweetheart, you had me from the moment you came into my dreams and stopped the nightmares.”

Ah, what? She pulled back and frowned at him. “You—you thought I was trying to kill you then.”

“Yes.” He smiled at her. A real smile, one that made her heart feel funny.

She shook her head, still a little confused. “You thought I wanted to kill you, and you still—”

“Thought you were sexy as all sin.”

He would know about sin.

A growl rumbled at the door, and then something hit the wood—hit it hard enough to send a long crack racing along the frame.

Seline tensed. That growl, oh, crap, not again . . . She knew that deep rumble that sounded like thunder from hell.

Hell.

“He’s probably waited as long as he can,” Sam said as he lifted her off his lap.