Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)(120)

Gripping her hips, he increased his pace. Every glide sent her on a new flight, daring her higher, and she refused to look away from the muscles flexing in his jaw. When he struck forward and bit down on the juncture of her shoulder to her neck, her body split apart again, the swift orgasm tearing her free, and she was aloft, falling, only to tear apart once more.

She forgot how to think, how to breathe, and it reflected in the force of his thrusts, as he used all of his strength to drive into her and stake his claim. He pushed her harder and dragged another orgasm from her and then a third. She couldn’t hold back her cries, and then he came with a roar that took her breath away. The world shimmered, his thundering heart galloping in time with hers.

Through his eyes, she saw herself, saw her beauty and tasted her scent and the surety of knowledge that she belonged to him and he to her. Fox was in every fiber of her being. The heat exploded out to fill every particle of space until she thought she might burst from it all. When she collapsed against the glass, his weight pressed against her like a loving reminder. He continued to kiss and nuzzle the damage of his bite.

She belonged to him.

Everything would be all right now.

Everything.

“Maybe, Pet, maybe.” Not even Enoch’s intrusion could ward off her hazy pleasure. She met the nephilim’s gaze in the mirror and felt not an ounce of shame at his seeing her so splayed and tightly connected to Fox.

“When you two are finished, come see us.”

Fox snarled at him, but Jubilee could only smile. Not even the nephilim could wrench them apart. She had no idea how she knew, but it was enough. They could handle everything else.

Their uninvited guest disappeared, and Fox eased from her sensitive sex, drawing a hiss from both of them. When he pulled her around, she went into his arms and took the loving kiss, and a rumble filled his chest, and it sounded almost like a purr. Did foxes purr? After a long, wet kiss, he released her mouth and rested his forehead to hers.

“Mine,” he told her, and he sounded so utterly content, it roused her pig-headed side.

“You’re welcome,” she said with a grin. “I expect more of the same later.”

His laughter was more than reward enough, but all too soon he sobered and helped her into the bathroom. They showered together. She’d been uncertain how it would work with her wings, but he figured it out. At least the room and doorways were large enough for her.

Clothes awaited them, including a top with buttoned slits designed for wings. They didn’t talk, only worked together, and he stole a kiss from her or she a caress from him. When they could no longer delay leaving the room, she caught his hand. “What will happen?”

“I don’t know.” He drew her into his side and slid an arm around her waist. “I will not leave you.”

“I know.” He hadn’t, not from the moment she’d crashed into his room. With little to no reason to help a street rat, he’d helped her. Protected her. She would treasure that, no matter what came next.

“Be brave, little one. You’ve changed our world.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose.

Swallowing hard, she nodded. “I’m ready.” They might as well get it over with. Her wings tingled when Fox opened the door. The nephilim wasn’t alone. Whoever else was out there, she could feel them. And her gut churned.

More than just their world was about to change.





Chapter Five


From the moment Enoch swept them back to New York and the midtown high rise that was home to the Watchers—and from which Enoch, Kincaid, and Sage ruled—Fox had demanded to stay in the cell with Jubilee. Protecting her, not claiming her, had been his agenda. But he'd inextricably bound his fate to hers. Not that Fox regretted a single moment. Should Enoch, Kincaid, and Sage find against the lovely young angel and try to execute her, he would die with her regardless. Her blood hummed in his system, and the low-level awareness of her he’d had since the moment she stumbled into his room had dialed up to full volume.

Uncertainty coursed through her, though it had been tempered by pleasure. The lazy heat he’d stoked in her brought her tremendous comfort, and Fox was smiling as he guided her down the hall and into the meeting room. Enoch stood in the center, flanked on either side by Kincaid and Sage. Kincaid was a demon princeling in his own right and Enoch’s oldest friend. Kincaid was dark to Enoch’s light; they were twin swords cast of dueling flames. Sage was a tall woman who would be well-matched with either of her partners, but to his knowledge nothing romantic had ever existed between the three.

Knowing his thoughts would be an open book to Enoch, and hoping the connection would feed the information to Jubilee, Fox didn’t bother to cloud them. The witch Sage was the most powerful in the world, or at least she was the most powerful as far as they knew. Most witches didn’t dabble in the arcane war between heaven and hell, but Sage’s fondness for Enoch and Kincaid had involved her. She’d found the key to use their blood to turn humans, and, when the three of them melded their powers together, they were formidable.

Formidable enough to kill one of the heavenly host and the higher demons. In addition to Enoch, Kincaid, and Sage, three demons, three angels and three shifters waited for them in the crowded room. The assembly included Cara. The youngling’s presence was a curiosity, but then she’d heard the rumor, and Fox had consulted her. Aja was also there, and the she-cat looked damned annoyed, but she stayed behind Kincaid, and, whatever objections she might have voiced before they arrived, she kept her disapproval to herself for now.