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Authors: Cynthia Eden

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BOOK: Angel of Darkness
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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 cock glided right over her clit. Glided—
Thrust.
She bit him when she came. Her teeth plunged into his neck even as his cock 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 asshole 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.
The demon was begging now. Crying. Pleading. That was the way it always was for them at the end.
No one wanted to die.
Too fucking bad.
Carlos smiled at the demon. “You really thought you could hunt here ... that you could come after a coyote shifter—”
The demon’s head jerked up and horror filled his eyes. “II didn’t know—”
Didn’t really matter. The coyote shifters weren’t the bitches of the paranormal world, and it was time people started to learn that lesson.
The members of his pack—those still alive after that last slaughter by the wolves in LA—had come home to regroup. And to start hunting. They’d been busy killing anything and everything that came at them.
Proving our strength.
They weren’t going to wait to be hunted. They
were
the hunters.
The demon’s hands dug into the dirt. They’d made him dig his own grave. Easier to clean up that way. “I didn’t want her!” The demon screamed out. “I was supposed to kill the fucking vampire!”
Carlos pulled back the shovel he’d been about to slam into the demon’s stomach. “What vampire?” An image flashed in his mind. The woman with the devil-black hair and the too-pale skin. The woman who’d whispered so temptingly in the bar, then taken him outside.
He’d known what she was, of course. And he’d been planning to rip
her
throat wide open ...
Then her lover had arrived.
The demon—he’d said his name was Elijah—glanced up, blinking bleary eyes. Getting the demon to make sense was hard. He seemed more than half out of his head. Probably from drugs. Some demons screwed around too much with them. If he was lucky, they’d all OD and head straight back to hell one day soon.
If
he was lucky.
Elijah’s jaw had gone slack.
“What. Vampire.” Carlos lifted the shovel to the demon’s throat. The weapon’s placement was just a threat. He wouldn’t make the killing blow this way. Carlos liked to be far more hands-on.
Behind him, his cousin whispered his name.
He ignored Julia. This wasn’t her call. She’d just been the bait.
“W-woman ... with black hair ...” Elijah’s body weaved. “Sh-she was h-here ... before ... supposed to kill her ...”
Same vamp? Different? Did it even matter?
No.
Time was up for the demon.
“She took up with ... f-fucking
angel
...” The demon laughed and blood dripped down his chin. “
Angel
and a bl-bloodsucker ...”
Carlos dropped the shovel. “What?”
“He could see me,” Elijah muttered, scratching his eyes. “I knew it—one look ...
he could see everything
... Can’t let ’em
s-see
...”
Fucking lunatic. “There’s no angel.”
Mierda.
If only there was ... In LA, he’d stumbled onto an
Other
secret. A very, very powerful poison.
Angel’s Dust. A potent mix that, when ingested, destroyed demons. It didn’t matter how powerful the demons were. Even level tens would die when the poison worked through them. No cure—just death.
Only one problem ... Angel’s Dust had to be made from pure angel blood, and there weren’t a whole hell lot of angels walking around these days.
Those smart bastards knew to stay to the skies.
His claws ripped through his fingertips as Carlos got ready to have his fun.
“
Guardian
...” Blood leaked from the cuts Elijah had made on his own face. “Said h-he was the bitch’s guardian ...”
What if the demon was telling the truth?
“What did he look like?” Julia asked as she pressed closer. His cousin had always had trouble staying in the background.
At her voice, Elijah stilled. His head turned toward her, slowly, like a snake, and he smiled. “I
see
you.”
She tossed back her long hair and sauntered to the edge of the hole. Julia wouldn’t be scared of the demon. She’d just been pretending before—baiting their trap. Carlos had never seen her actually be scared of anything. “I see you, too,
cabron
,” she said.
Elijah’s smile grew.
“And you think you saw an angel,
si
?” Her claws were out.
The demon nodded as his gaze bored into her. His blond hair hung in thick chunks around his face.
“So this angel ... what ... he just flew down from
cielo,
from heaven?” Julia’s voice taunted him.
Elijah edged closer to the edge of his grave. “Black wings ... like shadows behind him ...”
Carlos tensed. Okay,
this
he had heard before. When angels fell, they lost their wings.
“
Fell
... bastard fell ...” Elijah licked his lips. “So he could fuck a vampire ...”
Julia laughed. “So angels are that hard up?”
“If an angel was walking around,” Carlos said, his voice cutting over her. “I think word would’ve spread by now.” But ...
what if?
His heart thundered with rising excitement.
Angel blood. If he got hold of angel blood, he’d be able to wipe out the strongest demons who got in his way. He’d be able to use that blood to buy allegiance with any paranormal he wanted. Everyone always wanted to kill demons. He could just provide folks with the means, and in return, he’d get ...
Power.
Finally, power would come back to the coyotes. No more getting screwed over for them.
No more.
Elijah didn’t look away from Julia. “Most can’t ... see him.” He spat out a mouthful of blood. “Can’t see his w-wings ... only those with demon blood.”
Ah, now that was another story he’d heard. Legend or truth? “Describe him,” Carlos snapped.
“Big, blond bastard, tails her like a ... second skin.”
Carlos remembered the fool who’d interrupted his games. The
gringo
who had struck out with too much power and killed his men. No, he hadn’t killed them ...
He’d moved so fast the bullets hadn’t hit him.
They’d hit Jo and Ruben.
And that man had been defending the vampire. No, surely it wouldn’t be that easy. “He’s fucking her?”
Elijah’s gaze swept down Julia’s body. “Her scent was ... all over h-him.”

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