Angel Betrayed (The Fallen 2)
Page 18It would have been me.
Not some dumbasses who were still probably nursing the bruises he’d given them.
“Sam?”
Take. He liked the way she said his name. A whisper of sex in the darkness.
Now there was no one else to watch. Rage and hunger twisted within him, and Sam took the woman he wanted enough to walk through flames.
His mouth became harder on hers. Her breath came faster, and the frantic thunder of her heart raced against him.
Want more. Sam kissed a trail down her throat. Over her collarbone. His lips closed over her nipple. Sweet. So very sweet. He licked and he sucked and he enjoyed the quick rise of her hips against his.
As he tasted her, his fingers slipped between her legs. Her thighs were parted, but a thin scrap of silk covered her sex. He stroked her through her panties, and the soft fabric quickly dampened with her arousal.
Her skin had taken on a light glow, and Sam knew she was absorbing the sensual energy he generated. Yet he didn’t feel any kind of drain.
Instead, he just felt . . . hungrier, for her.
Her nails scored down his chest, and he growled low in his throat.
“You don’t have to be careful with me,” she whispered. “Not now.”
Good because his control was fading, fast.
So he slid down her body. Shoved her thighs farther apart and ripped her panties away. Then Sam put his mouth on her.
She gasped out his name and pushed her hips harder against him even as her fingers sank into his hair. He worked his tongue against her clit, loving the richer taste of her and the way her body shuddered against his.
When the first orgasm hit her, he felt the ripple against his mouth.
And he kept tasting her.
Her legs wrapped around him. Long, smooth. Her gaze met his—so black but burning with need.
His c**k rested just inside her body, her heat and cream coating the head of his aroused flesh. The glow had deepened on her skin, and she looked so beautiful that it almost hurt to stare at her.
Her tongue swiped over her lips, and he plunged balls-deep inside her.
The bed creaked beneath him as he thrust. Deeper, harder. She met him with eager lifts of her body. Fighting with him as they raced for the climax.
Their mouths met. She took his breath. Gave him hers, even as her sex clamped around him.
She came with a fast release that rippled along his cock. He drove into her again, lifting her legs so that he could go even deeper into her tight sex.
Her nails dug into the sheets. He heard fabric tear.
The air seemed to crackle with energy. Still he thrust. Wanting more of her. Wanting to take and take . . .
Bodies met. Flesh to flesh. The scent of sex drifted in the air. Her power, his, filled the room.
Sam thrust hard once more, felt the silken caress of her flesh, and exploded. The climax wiped through him, seeming to burn his body from the inside out, but this time, the fire felt good.
Better than good.
Pleasure blasted through him, and he held on to Seline tighter than he’d ever held on to anyone or anything in his life.
And he knew . . .
More. For him and Seline, this would be just the beginning of the pleasure to come.
Sam began to thrust again.
The flames were out. The warehouse smoldered but the fire no longer lit the sky. Rogziel stared at those drifting plumes of smoke.
Pity. It would have made things easier on him.
But she’d escaped and so had that bastard Fallen, Azrael.
“I know she took the keys from me,” Alex snapped behind him. The human, always so impatient and so certain of what he knew.
In reality, humans knew very little in this world.
And Alex knew only what Rogziel told him. Rogziel glanced at his guard dog, because that’s all Alex was. A dog that he used to hunt his prey.
Humans did have some uses. Pity they weren’t more durable.
“She hit me,” Alex said, rubbing the back of his neck. Was he still complaining about that bump? The guy acted like he’d never known pain.
When pain could be such a wonderful companion.
“She hit me,” Alex said again, his face hardening, “and then she took my keys. She helped that freak escape!”
Angels weren’t freaks. The faintest hum of what could have been anger moved beneath Rogziel’s flesh, but then the feeling faded. Feelings always faded for him.
Angels weren’t supposed to experience emotions. They only had duties, no desires.
His duty was to punish the wicked.
Azrael was wicked. Sammael had sinned too many times to count, and little Seline . . .
Now you’ve betrayed me.
And after all he’d done for her. Years spent—wasted—trying to save her immortal soul, only to have her give in the first time she was tempted by a Fallen.
He’d expected her to hold out a bit longer. Her mother hadn’t caved in so easily.
“Seline’s gone.” Alex’s voice roughed with the fury Rogziel knew humans carried so often. “And the watchers you put on Sunrise can’t find a trace of Sammael.”
Now Rogziel’s eyebrows lifted. “You think Seline was working with him?”
“I think Sammael saw a chance to bust out one of his brethren, and he took it.”
But Alex didn’t understand. Sammael wouldn’t have wanted to free Azrael. Based on what Rogziel knew, Sammael would want to kill his brother. Perhaps torture him, then kill him, but not help Azrael. Never that. Sammael wasn’t the forgiving sort.
Another sin to lay at his feet.
But Rogziel began to understand as his gaze drifted back to the warehouse ruins. Sam, did you underestimate your brother again?
Azrael wasn’t easy pickings, even if he was still a fresh Fallen.
Azrael—Az—they’d once been friends, as close as angels could be to friends, but Rogziel still planned to punish the Fallen. He always did his duty.
Az’s time would come, after Rogziel took care of Sam. Sam had been on his list for centuries, but he was so strong that getting to him hadn’t been easy. Luckily, the situation had now changed.
Good thing I have the right bait.
Sam wouldn’t even realize what was happening, not until it was too late.
No one could escape hell. Not Az, not Seline, and not Sam—and not any Other who thought they could escape him.
Rogziel would make certain of it.
Time for them to pay. Judgment was at hand.