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Her heart ached, the sense of love filling her breaking a dark part of her soul, and she let the tears fall as she sank her teeth into him and drew a mouthful of blood.

The scent of her Maker’s ancient blood reached her, and she glanced over to see Sargon biting open his wrist as he twisted his hips in an elegant roll and continued to f*ck Tyler. Her mortal lover’s throat worked against her lips as he drank Sargon’s blood, binding them all together in a way that ripped the orgasm from her. One minute she was teetering at the edge, her breath coming in short, panting bursts, her muscles turned to stone, and then the tension broke, and she released Tyler’s still-bleeding neck then screamed. The cries were ripped from her as Sargon began to f*ck Tyler hard enough that his strokes pushed the other man deeper into her, taking over control entirely and driving them into a ruthless pleasure that soon had them all crying out. Tyler came next, his hips pumping and straining while Sargon reared back like a snake then sank his large fangs into Tyler’s neck.

Her mortal lover’s cock throbbed within her as he came and came, each hard spurt pushing her further from conscious thought and into a dark, floating space where she was surrounded by their love, hidden and safe from the world. Contentment like she’d never known filled her, and she was glad she didn’t really need to breathe as Tyler fell on her then Sargon on both of them. Buried beneath their flesh, she floated, the scent of their combined blood filling the air with the most perfect scent she’d ever inhaled.

Tyler stirred first, easing off her slightly and cupping her cheek with a trembling hand. “You okay, sweetheart?”

All she could do was smile at him, drunk on lust, love, and blood.

With a chuckle, Tyler tried to shrug Sargon off his back. “Get the f*ck off me. You almost tore my damn throat out.”

“You’re just used to Lisabetta’s kitten fangs sipping from you,” Sargon replied with a sleepy murmur. “This time you suffered the bite of a lion.”

Tyler grunted and gave up trying to push Sargon off. “I feel so weird. Good, really good, but weak and dizzy. It’s like my heart is having a harder time beating, but that’s not really it either. I felt the good buzz before from drinking from Lisabetta, but f*ck, Sargon, your blood is like aged whiskey versus light beer.”

She splashed some water in Tyler’s face, getting Sargon as well. While both men grumbled and rolled off of her, she gave Tyler a mocking glare. “Light beer?”

He moved onto his back and pulled her onto his lap. “Sorry, baby, bad analogy. More like a delicious wine. Still potent, but I can take more of you without passing out.”

Sargon moved through the water so he lay next to them, putting one arm behind Tyler’s head to cushion his skull from the hard marble and the other around Lisabetta’s hips. She turned to look at her Maker and loved the relaxed, almost joyful look in his dark eyes.

She had to clear her throat before she could speak. “Thank you, both of you, for not giving up on me.”

Tyler kissed the top of her head. “I was born to be yours.”

With a small smile tilting his lips, still stained by Tyler’s blood, Sargon said, “And you, my beautiful girl, were meant to be mine.”

For once she didn’t argue with Sargon, couldn’t. The truth of his words rang in her soul like a bell, and for the first time in six hundred years, she was able to let the past remain in the past. She would never forget her family, never forget what had been done to her, but she could let it become part of her history rather than her future. Turning in Tyler’s arms, she lay across his chest, listening to his heart’s slow beat as she reached out and caressed Sargon’s cheek. He smiled at her then cuddled closer so his head rested on Tyler’s shoulder while he held them both close. Closing her eyes, Lisabetta whispered, “I love you, both of you.”

“I love you too, baby,” Tyler said in a sleep voice.

Sargon caressed her back with his large hand in a gentle motion. “I will love you for all of eternity.”

She smiled and allowed herself to sink into their embrace, no longer alone and incredibly blessed.





Forbidden Rescue

A Watchers Novella



By Heather Long





Forbidden Rescue



Fox Arada needs a couple days off from the daily battle of his life. Instead? A terrified woman appeared at his hotel door followed by the men trying to kill her. Fox—a kitsune, and the best Watcher at Enoch, Kincaid, and Sage—reacts with deadly force against the men, but in doing so reveals his secret to the woman. Now, they must both face the consequences of his forbidden actions. Reluctant to kill or turn her in, he kidnaps her until he can determine why she fascinates him.

Jubilee Spector wanted her brother off drugs. Ratting out the local drug dealers and busting their operation seemed like a good idea until one of them attacked her and she had to run for her life. When the most gorgeous man she’s ever met cuts down the dealer with tooth and claw, she’s introduced to a dark and dangerous world where demons, nephilim and humans work together to preserve the balance between heaven and hell.

Neither knows that she holds a secret so dangerous it will change the world of the Watchers forever…





The Watchers



Fox Arada – Kitsune, sworn to Enoch and born of the nephilim’s blood.