Angel of Darkness (The Fallen #1)(46)

Those smart bastards knew to stay to the skies.

His claws ripped through his fingertips as Carlos got ready to have his fun.

“Guardian ...” Blood leaked from the cuts Elijah had made on his own face. “Said h-he was the bitch’s guardian ...”

What if the demon was telling the truth?

“What did he look like?” Julia asked as she pressed closer. His cousin had always had trouble staying in the background.

At her voice, Elijah stilled. His head turned toward her, slowly, like a snake, and he smiled. “I see you.”

She tossed back her long hair and sauntered to the edge of the hole. Julia wouldn’t be scared of the demon. She’d just been pretending before—baiting their trap. Carlos had never seen her actually be scared of anything. “I see you, too, cabron,” she said.

Elijah’s smile grew.

“And you think you saw an angel, si?” Her claws were out.

The demon nodded as his gaze bored into her. His blond hair hung in thick chunks around his face.

“So this angel ... what ... he just flew down from cielo, from heaven?” Julia’s voice taunted him.

Elijah edged closer to the edge of his grave. “Black wings ... like shadows behind him ...”

Carlos tensed. Okay, this he had heard before. When angels fell, they lost their wings.

“Fell ... bastard fell ...” Elijah licked his lips. “So he could f*ck a vampire ...”

Julia laughed. “So angels are that hard up?”

“If an angel was walking around,” Carlos said, his voice cutting over her. “I think word would’ve spread by now.” But ... what if? His heart thundered with rising excitement.

Angel blood. If he got hold of angel blood, he’d be able to wipe out the strongest demons who got in his way. He’d be able to use that blood to buy allegiance with any paranormal he wanted. Everyone always wanted to kill demons. He could just provide folks with the means, and in return, he’d get ...

Power.

Finally, power would come back to the coyotes. No more getting screwed over for them. No more.

Elijah didn’t look away from Julia. “Most can’t ... see him.” He spat out a mouthful of blood. “Can’t see his w-wings ... only those with demon blood.”

Ah, now that was another story he’d heard. Legend or truth? “Describe him,” Carlos snapped.

“Big, blond bastard, tails her like a ... second skin.”

Carlos remembered the fool who’d interrupted his games. The gringo who had struck out with too much power and killed his men. No, he hadn’t killed them ...

He’d moved so fast the bullets hadn’t hit him. They’d hit Jo and Ruben.

And that man had been defending the vampire. No, surely it wouldn’t be that easy. “He’s f*cking her?”

Elijah’s gaze swept down Julia’s body. “Her scent was ... all over h-him.”

“Where are they now?”

The demon’s eyes were so big. The blood still dripped down his face. “Lost ’em ... after they left Mexico.”

Unfortunate. But still ... very, very interesting. Because if the angel had fallen—for a vampire, so sad—then he’d have a weakness.

Carlos was good at using weaknesses.

“You take him, Julia,” he said with a wave of his claws because she was all but salivating and Elijah had told him what that he needed to know. “Mátelo.” Kill him.

There was no point in wasting more time. Especially not when there was new prey to hunt.

Julia crouched near the edge of the grave. “You were right, before, demon. I do see you.”

He blinked and looked a little lost.

“I see the f*cking monster inside, and I’m gonna rip him out.” She lunged at him.

Elijah’s screams filled the night.

Carlos turned away from them, his mind already on the vampire. Tracking her would be easy enough. Her kind always left a trail of blood in their wake.

There was no fighting the bloodlust for them. They couldn’t fight what they really were.

He glanced down at his claws. When it came to the Other, humanity was only skin deep.

Elijah screamed again.

And that skin could rip so easily.





CHAPTER NINE



His heart thundered in his ears, and the wild beat shook his chest. Keenan pushed up onto his elbows and stared down at Nicole. Pleasure still hummed through his blood. The orgasm had pounded through him—and he wanted more.

No wonder humans had sex so much. Sex was ... addictive.

Not as messy as it had seemed. Hot. Wild.

So much better than his dreams.

Her hands were on his back, sliding down over his skin, and his cock thickened again inside her.

Once wouldn’t be nearly enough to sate the hunger that had been growing within him.

“Was that ...” She stopped and licked her lips. “For a first time, you sure seemed to know what you were doing.”

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the curve of her shoulder. I’ve seen plenty of sex. There wasn’t a move he didn’t understand. Mentally, he knew it all.

But the actual physical experience was something that he’d gotten only with her. And there was so much more he wanted to do.

“Ah ... Keenan ...” Her hands slipped forward and pushed on his shoulders. “Again?”