Angel of Darkness (The Fallen #1)(47)

Surprise lifted her voice. Why? What had she expected? He smiled down at her. “We’re just getting started.”

Her eyes had eased back to green but as he pulled back and began to thrust again, he saw the emerald slowly bleed away.

The edge of her sharpened teeth peeked out from behind her lips—the fangs she’d sunk into his flesh.

Her bite hadn’t brought pain. Not even close.

Just pleasure. A sensual kick so powerful he’d shuddered.

He wanted her bite again.

He thrust harder, deeper. Her sex was slick from her climax, his, and so tight—a hot, clinging clasp that stroked over every inch of his cock.

This time, though, he wanted to watch her. Wanted to watch every flicker of emotion on her face.

In. Deeper.

His spine tightened.

Her legs squeezed him, so tight. Her sex—incredible.

“Harder this time,” she whispered, those fangs peeking at him. “You don’t have to be careful with me.”

But he felt like he should be. She was small. Delicate, and— Nicole laughed and pushed up, a fast, strong move and Keenan found himself on his back, staring up at her.

“You keep forgetting ...” A different note had entered her voice now. Darker, sadder. “I’m not the same woman you watched before.”

His cock still lodged within her and she straddled his thighs. She caught his hands, brought them up to cup her breasts, then she started to move. Lifting up, gliding down. The rhythm built. Faster. Harder.

Her breath heaved out as her gaze bored into him. “I can take anything ... you’ve ... got.”

She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

Keenan shot up as the thread of his control broke away. He caught her head and pushed her mouth to his neck. “Bite me.” Because he wanted, needed that wild surge that came when she— Bit.

Her teeth pierced him. His hands clamped on her waist and he yanked her up, down, thrusting, driving deep, and a groan tore from his throat.

His hands were too hard. His thrusts too strong.

Her mouth just right. Her body ...

Yes.

Deeper, harder. Her nails raked him. She licked his throat, and his cock jerked inside her.

Then he felt the ripples of her release, the hard squeeze of her sex around him as she came.

He exploded inside of her. Keenan’s body stiffened, and the drumming of his heartbeat echoed in his ears as he climaxed. And as he came, she tilted back her head and stared up at him.

Dark, dark eyes ...

His right hand curled around her chin, and his lips pressed against hers.

Pleasure hummed through him, so much pleasure, but at that simple touch of lips—such a light touch—he saw ...

Death.

The vision came to him, as had a thousand others over the years. Death angels always had a vision of their charges’ last moment ... the better to know when to give the touch.

This time, he once again saw his charge’s death. Her death.

Nicole lay in a pool of blood. A wooden stake pierced her chest. Blood trickled from her lips. “It’s ... okay ...” Her voice was broken, just like her body.

And he was there. His fingers closed around the stake as she tried to pull it out.

“This time you can’t save her.”

He spun and saw Az.

“No one can save her.”

“Keenan?” Nicole squeezed his shoulders. “Keenan, are you okay?”

The vision vanished. It was just him and Nicole again. In bed. In each other’s arms.

He forced a smile to his lips.

But she shook her head. “What happened? You left me ...”

“No.” Said instantly. “I won’t.” Az was wrong. The vision was wrong.

But the visions were never wrong. And Az couldn’t lie.

He shoved back the fear and fury as he pulled Nicole down onto the bed and held her tight. Her heart raced beneath his hands, the beat reassuring him. For now, she lived.

He just had to make sure she stayed alive. In order for her to keep living, he’d have to fight the angels.

His gaze drifted around the room. No telltale scent of flowers teased his nose, but that vision had come from somewhere. Since he’d fallen, he shouldn’t see the images anymore. If he couldn’t see them on his own, then that meant someone had sent that death picture to him. Someone who was one serious *.

Az.

Keenan’s stare centered on the ceiling. Want to play rough, Az? Then let’s play, angel. Let’s play.





When Nicole opened her eyes, Keenan was gone. She blinked, rose quickly, and pulled the sheet with her. “Keenan?”

“We don’t have much time.”

His voice came from the darkness on the left. Night had fallen, once more cloaking the house in its shadows. Nicole turned her head and found him unerringly. Sometimes vampire vision could be a good thing. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“You’re going to die.”

Not what a woman wanted to hear moments after rising. She licked her lips. “The sex was good,” she told him quietly. Way better than good. More, please. “But we’ve really got to work on your pillow talk.”

He pounced. No other word for it. He caught her arms and pulled her against him. “I’m not making a joke here. You’re going to die. I saw it.”