Angel of Darkness (The Fallen #1)(36)
Author: Cynthia Eden

“You sure?” He gritted. “Am I … what you want?”

Her answer was to dip down and run her tongue over the top of his cock.

His fingers dug into her skin.

She opened her mouth wider, and being very, very careful with her teeth, she began to suck him. The flesh was warm beneath her tongue, the skin soft, but arousal had his c**k taut and hard. Her tongue licked over the head of his erection, and she tasted the salty tang that coated him.

“Nicole.” No mistaking the raw hunger in that voice.

But she wasn’t done with him. Not yet.

Death was coming too close to her. Right then, she wanted to grab life.

And taste it.

So she used her mouth and her tongue, and she caressed his flesh. Nicole took him in deeper as she sucked him, and she enjoyed the rough hunger in his voice and the hard grasp of his hands on her.

But too soon, he pulled away and held her back with a steely grip. “This time, I’ll be inside you.”

That was where she wanted him.

Keeping her eyes on his, she rose onto her knees. Nicole yanked off her shirt and tossed it to the floor. Her bra followed seconds later. Her br**sts pointed toward him, the peaks tight and aching.

She wanted his mouth on her.

Wanted him, in her.

He moved quickly, coming down on the bed in a rush and caging her with his body. His legs pushed between hers. His mouth took her breast.

When Nicole felt the edge of his teeth on her nipple, her panties got even wetter. She arched up against him, hating the jeans and the thin cotton that kept her from him. Her nails raked down his back as she pushed closer to him.

His fingers fumbled with her jeans, then he jerked the clasp open. He shoved down the rough fabric, and she helped him, lifting her hips, kicking off her boots, and when the jeans hit the floor, her panties were with them.

Yes.

Flesh to flesh now. His mouth was on her. Licking. Kissing. Stroking her and making her crazy.

Her fangs were burning as they stretched in her mouth. Even in the daytime, she wouldn’t be able to hold the instincts and the changes back. Sex brought out the bloodlust too much.

Bite.

His fingers were at her sex—parting the folds and finding the center of her need. He stroked her and the sensual touch had her shaking beneath him. “Keenan … more.” She wouldn’t be able to wait. She needed the pleasure now. Just as much as she needed air. Blood.

Him.

“You’re hot and wet.” His voice surrounded her, and the rough need she heard in his words had a dark thrill racing through her body. “I’ve thought about you …” The tip of his erection pressed against her, lodging at the entrance to her sex. “Dreamed about you, so many nights …”

The admission had her eyes widening. “You—”

His hands caught hers. He pushed them back on the mattress, holding them with ease. “Then I’d wake, and you weren’t there.”

His eyes looked as black as hers. Because they were. The blue was gone. Only darkness remained.

He drove into her then, a long, plunging thrust that stole her breath. “You won’t leave me … again.”

Nicole locked her legs around him. She wasn’t planning on going anywhere.

He pulled back, thrust, slamming balls-deep inside her, and they both gasped.

Pleasure ripped through her in a white-hot wave. Pulsing, cresting … The bed groaned beneath them as their movements became harder, wilder.

She licked her lips—want more.

He thrust deep.

Her sex clamped greedily around him. Her body was stretching, yearning. The tension built inside of her, and the promised release waited just beyond her grasp.

As he thrust, his head tilted back and his throat—his throat was right at her mouth. Her lips pressed against him as she tasted Keenan’s skin. The pulse beat so fast beneath his flesh.

Thrust.

Her heels dug into his back as she pushed up to meet him, thrust for thrust.

Her teeth scraped against his neck. Control. She didn’t have much control left. She wanted his blood, wanted his body, wanted everything he had.

Her mouth opened wider. Her teeth scraped harder.

“Do it.” His order. “Nicole …” His hips flexed as he plunged into her. When he withdrew, his c**k glided right over her clit. Glided—

Thrust.

She bit him when she came. Her teeth plunged into his neck even as his c**k drove into her. The tension exploded in a firestorm—pleasure, hunger, need, blood.

Her body shook, every muscle trembling, and she drank from him as her sex contracted around his cock.

He kept thrusting. Keenan surged inside her, filling every inch of her sex. “Yes … good … so …” His voice rumbled around her, then he stiffened, his muscles locking, and the hot tide of his release filled her.

She licked his throat and caught the drop of blood that slipped down his neck. Her hands were free—when had that happened?—and she wrapped her arms around him.

His body shuddered against her as his hips pushed forward. Keenan’s head lifted. He stared down at her with glittering eyes.

I didn’t mean to bite. I tried to hold back.

But sometimes, there was just no fighting what you were.

She stared up at him, and, for an instant, the light seemed to dim around him. Dark shadows spread behind him, stretching out, up. Strong, thick shadows of black that curved from his back.

Like wings.

Fear whispered through her even as she pulled him closer. Her hands slid down his back, over the rough ridge of scars where wings had once been.

No more.

Because she didn’t see those shadows anymore. They must have just been a trick of the light.

You will die within ten days. The only question is … by whose touch? The angel’s voice pushed into her mind.

By whose touch …

Keenan’s strong hands were on her. Stroking. Caressing.

It only took one touch to kill.

And it only took one touch to bring pleasure. This time, Keenan had brought pleasure.

But what about next time?

She closed her eyes and pressed closer to him.

Carlos Guerro stared at the demon before him. The bastard had tried to kill his cousin. He was so tired of the supernaturals thinking they could destroy his kind.

First his mother. That damn vampire had seduced her, then ripped her throat wide open as he drained her.

Then Carlos had watched his pack fall.

Now, for this ass**le to come hunting in his part of Mexico, so soon after that bitch vampire and her boyfriend had killed two of his men …

You’ll suffer. This one wouldn’t die easily. Carlos would make sure of it.