Angel of Darkness (The Fallen #1)(83)

Her lips tightened. “It should be. He was in here not thirty minutes ago.”

His good humor vanished.

“I told Tina not to leave with him, but she wouldn’t listen to me.” Her knuckles whitened around the tray. “I didn’t like the way he looked. I—I’m worried that Tina might not be coming back.”

Possible. It was also possible that Tina had spilled every bit of information that she had on him. Tina wouldn’t know much though, she’d only seen him at the club, she wouldn’t— “Tina’s been sleeping with Ron.”

Shit. He’d warned the demon to watch his guard with the girls, but Ron had a serious weakness for big breasts. And the demon had no power to speak of. Almost as helpless as a human.

Seline nodded. “Your right-hand guy, isn’t he? If that shifter wants to know where you hang your dirty laundry, I’m guessing Ron can tell him.”

Sam lunged out of the chair and towered over her. “If you see that shifter again, stay the hell away from him.”

She laughed at that. “Do I look stupid?”

“You look like walking sex.”

She blushed. Blushed. A stripper wasn’t supposed to blush. Especially a demon stripper.

He turned away. There’d be time later to solve her puzzle.

“You owe me, Sam!” She called after him.

He didn’t stop. Whatever payment she wanted, he’d give her. After all, how much could it be?

But now, he needed to find Ron, and he had to make sure that demon didn’t talk.





Keenan raced after Nicole, stripping the shirt from his body. He went into the darkened room and found her waiting. Nicole knelt on the bed and she was already naked. Yes. He tossed his shirt onto the floor and finished stripping before her.

“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he told her as he stalked toward her.

Her gaze had tracked behind him, and he knew she was staring at the wings she shouldn’t see. Only the dying or those with angel blood could see—

Keenan stopped and laughed, because he should have realized the truth sooner. Thanks to him, Nicole had angel blood in her. He’d given up his blood plenty of times for her.

“What’s so funny?”

The bed dipped beneath his weight, and he shook his head. He caught her hand, kissed the top of her knuckles. A shiver slid over her.

“Keenan ...”

He brought his body closer to hers. His fingers feathered over her breast. Such a soft, pretty nipple. He bent his head and licked her.

She arched up to him with a sigh.

Soft. Gentle. He could give her that. No pain, no fire, no fury. Just a man and a woman.

He needed to give her that.

He laved her nipple with his tongue, loving her taste and wanting more. Keenan slid his legs between hers—the better to open her to his touch. As he licked her, his knuckles edged down her stomach. His hand slid lower until his fingers were right over her sex.

When he touched her, he found her wet. Ready.

He licked a path to her other breast. Pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Her hips arched, a fast rise against his hand, and he let two fingers dip inside her.

Her sex clamped around him, and his cock jerked. Inside.

But ... not yet.

One more swipe of his tongue over her breast, and then he pulled back to watch her. Pleasure rippled across her face with each flex and plunge of his fingers. He liked the way her breath caught when the pleasure hit. Liked the way her eyes gleamed and she bit her lower lip.

Most guys probably wouldn’t have found biting fangs sexy. Those guys were idiots.

He pulled his fingers out of her tempting flesh. His hands curved around her thighs, and he spread her even wider.

For a moment, he just stared at her sex. Pretty and pink, plump with desire. Then Keenan bent and tasted her. At the first lick, he wanted— All of her. All.

He pulled her tight to his mouth and took.

She came against his tongue. Once. Twice.

But he didn’t stop tasting or taking. Right then, he was desperate for her, and whatever waited for them, well, he wanted her to remember this moment.

Pleasure. No pain. No fear.

For one night, he’d only give her pleasure.

“Keenan,” Her nails dug into his flesh. “I want you inside.”

He rose up, licking his lips, and still tasting her. He knew his eyes would be as dark as hers.

Her breath choked out as she stared up at him. Then her hands slid down and whispered over his back. The silken touch shot right through him. Stroking wings that aren’t there.

He thrust into her and drove as deep as he could go. Her legs locked around him, her heels pushing against his ass as she arched toward him. Taking, needing, just as wildly as he did.

Her moans filled his ears. His hands wrapped tightly around her.

Thrust.

Thrust.

He took her mouth and drove his tongue inside, so hungry for more of her taste. Her tongue brushed against his as her sex squeezed him, clamping down with her delicate inner muscles.

His spine prickled. His climax was close, but he didn’t want the release to hit yet. Not yet.

Her fingers slid over the ridges of his scars, and her light caress ripped right through his control.

He plunged into her harder. Deeper. The gentleness was gone now, when he’d wanted to hold on to it so badly. But then, he needed— Her.