Angel Betrayed

She didn’t doubt him. Azrael. Right, so that was the guy’s full name.

His eyes hardened as he stared at her. “But you won’t come between us again.”

Not like I planned to get in the middle of a fire—or a war between Fallen.

“Stay here as long as you want.” Sam waved his hand, dressed in a flash with that magic of his, and headed for the door.

It took three seconds too long for her to realize that the guy was actually leaving her, naked, in his bed. “Wait!”

Yeah, this had never happened to her before. Men didn’t usually leave a succubus. Beg for more, check. Offer anything for a chance to have her again. Right, been there, done that a time or two.

But walk away without a backward glance? That was just insulting.

And he truly wasn’t even looking back at her. His shoulders were tense, and his hand was on the doorknob.

“Where are you going?” She jumped out of the bed and realized that her knees felt a little wobbly, even as power had her skin flushing.

Sex with Sam had been very, very good for her. But since the guy was hightailing it out of there, maybe it hadn’t been so great for him.

Then why had he been so eager for follow-up rounds? Seline kept her chin up even as she secured a sheet around her body, toga-style.

“Hunting.” Flat. He wrenched open the door. “And I’m doing it alone.”

Not like she’d volunteered to go after the big, bad fire-starting angel with him. But . . . “That’s it?” Why did her voice sound so lost? Oh, this was not good. Not the way for a confident succubus to act. I’ve never been that confident. “You’re just leaving?” She sucked at after-sex dialogue because she couldn’t pull off the whole I’m-a-succubus-and-I-don’t-care bit.

Maybe I’m too much like my mother. Her mother had cared too much. If Erina had cared less, she’d still be alive, and Seline never would have been born.

Her spine straightened. Sam still wasn’t looking at her. Screw that. She lunged forward and grabbed his arm. She spun him back around and made him look at her. “We have amazing sex and then you—”

“Did you think it would be any other way?”

What?

His lips curved the faintest bit, and his eyes seemed to lighten to an even brighter blue as his hand rose. The back of his fingers brushed over her face. “Just so you know, that was just the start. I will have you again.”

Her sex clenched. Her body was way too eager for him. Down, succubus, down.

“But first, I have to hunt. If I don’t take him out, Az will come for me.” Sam’s white teeth flashed in a full and very lethal grin. “And I’ve owed him an ass-kicking for centuries.”

His hand dropped.

She sucked in a deep breath. “That’s it?” Do not get distracted by sex again. “Hot sex, then you’re gone? While I—what ? Hide here?” Seline gave a hard shake of her head. “Hiding wasn’t the deal. Look, I took you to Az.” She hadn’t exactly delivered him, but that wasn’t the point. Hello, fire, my hot friend. She’d done her best. “I did my bit, and now you have to hold up your end of the bargain.”

A muscle flexed along his jaw. “I saved you.”

Yes, right, and that did count for big bonus points, but she had another, much more pressing issue right then. “The guy who took Az, he’s gonna know . . .” Ah, damn. “The guards saw me go in. I brained one jerk-off with a chair, and while he was out, I stole the keys to Az’s chains. I burned my bridges.” Unfortunately, those bridges had tried to burn back. She realized that her fingers had a death-grip on the sheet. “When the smoke clears, they’ll be coming for me.”

He would. Rogziel would take her betrayal very, very personally. For a guy who wasn’t supposed to feel, he sure had a vengeful streak.

Hell hath no fury like an angel betrayed.

“Stay here,” he told her again, “no one will find you.” So confident. So careless.

Then he tried to pull away. No, not happening. With that power boost, her grip was pretty unbreakable. “I’m not hiding here forever! Besides”—her breath expelled on a rush—“you don’t know Rogziel.”

He seemed to turn to stone beneath her touch. Uh, oh. “Sam?” Her stomach twisted. Maybe he did know Rogziel. Maybe he knew the guy too well.

In a blink, Sam locked his hands around her arms and dragged her up on her tiptoes. The sheet slipped away and pooled on the floor.

“You worked for Rogziel?” he gritted from between clenched teeth.