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Bound in Fury Dawn Montgomery Hell has a new Hunt and the trap is springing shut. With three demon brethren dead and his only daughter missing, Drake does what he has to in order to keep Elena safe and away from the Brotherhood. He keeps her locked behind Abandon’s doors. But nothing can stop the wheels of the Hunt once it has begun and Elena’s curse has brought her to the depths of her own hell. Her libido’s screaming for attention and the only one who can ease the ache leaves her confused and furious. Neither expected the depth of hatred from the Brotherhood or the lengths to which they would go to destroy one demon. Drake, it seems, has old enemies and they’re willing to overthrow Hell itself to destroy him. Only together can Drake and Elena survive the coming battle. Nothing grips tighter than those bound in fury.
Dedication To Nik and Kell
Chapter One Elena paced the length of Drake’s hearth. The fire crackled but she couldn’t feel the warmth inside. Restless and irritable made for a dangerous combination. “You’re going to wear a hole in my floor.” Drake’s soft voice echoed like a gunshot in the room. Elena glared at him, wishing the cold inside her heart would go away. It hurt. Hell’s Fire, it hurt. Drake narrowed his eyes to dark slits and tilted his head. She felt him caress a response out of her soul in the way of his kind, and for the first time it didn’t leave her nauseous. It was intoxicating. “Come here.” His quiet command held an edge that made her wary. She raised her chin and held her position, torn with emotions she couldn’t identify. He shook his head. “You have got to be the most stubborn human I’ve ever known. Does your chest hurt, sweet?” Elena nodded slowly. “Then come here.” He lifted his sensual lips in a half smile and turned, pressing a button under the lip of his desk. The wall split, opening up to view Abandon. Without his dark gaze on her, Elena could breathe easier. Curiosity got the best of her and she stepped closer, wondering what it looked like from Drake’s perspective. Black light and neon flickered from the dance floor below. He strolled to the paned window and leaned where the wall met glass. “They can’t see you, you know.” “I’ve been here for two days, Drake. When will you let me go?” He tilted his head. “Put your hair over one shoulder.” Elena raised an eyebrow but complied.
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He pushed off the wall and smiled. “Hold the rail in front of you.” His hypnotic voice promised sensual delights. Elena swallowed, nervous, but clenched the slick rail with cold hands. He moved behind her, pressing the seam of his slacks against her ass, letting her feel the heat of his cock through the material. His body leaned over hers until his breath caressed her ear. “I’m going to fuck you while you watch the world below.” Elena shivered in dark desire. “I think you like that idea.” His palm settled on her hip and he made short work of stripping her skirt. She wore no panties tonight. “Spread your legs.” She did as he commanded, more to ease the tingle that had begun to swirl in her pussy than to follow his orders. His fingers caressed her drenched slit and she squirmed, wanting more. “Watch the dancers, sweet. See the way they move? The touch of their bodies. Can you feel the sex in the air?” His fingers twisted in her pussy, making her knees tremble. She whimpered, trying to focus on the crowd. “Taste them, Elena. Taste their lust.” His thumb flicked her clit. She gasped, opening her new senses to the crowd below. One man was sandwiched between two femmes, each touching and teasing his cock while he caressed and fondled each of them. Elena swallowed their lust. “Easy, drink slowly, savor and you can enjoy everything. Drinking too much from one or a few could hurt them. You don’t have full control of your abilities yet, sweet.” Elena pulled back, afraid she’d caused damage. “They’re okay, love. Just tease yourself with small sips.” His fingers scissored and she crooned softly. “Yes, sweet, that’s it. Feel the way I’m fucking your body with my fingers, drink from the entire crowd.” She did as he asked, tasting from everything, absorbing their lust. Tension tightened her stomach until she was panting, wanting release. The music heated up, the
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beat increased, matching her pace perfectly. Her orgasm rose to the top and the crowd erupted in excited frenzy. She gasped, and he fucked her, slamming his fingers into her slick pussy, driving her over the edge, sparks flying through her body. Her pussy tightened, milking his fingers, wishing it was his thick cock instead. He pulled his fingers from her core. She could hear the seductive sound of him sucking her juice from his fingers. What would his mouth feel like on her pussy? Time enough for that later. For now, it’s enough that you know how to feed. Feed? Feed on what? The emotions of others. It is how we do not kill those who would love us. Deep sadness tinged his thoughts. She glanced toward his profile, his face set in hard lines of sorrow. Elena was torn between comforting him and guilt at feeding from the innocent. Innocent, my ass. They come here to fuck strangers and dance all night. It’s what we do. “Do you have to celebrate that fact?” She glared at him, her earlier concern dissipating. “And that mind talking thing is really annoying me.” “Celebrate it?” He raised his eyebrows and gave her a smirk worthy of an English Lord. “I’m the demon of lust, sweetheart. It’s what I do.” He walked away and she fled to the elevator, cursing him in every language she’d ever heard, and making up a few on the spot. She jabbed the down button and waited, ignoring the current giant staring down at her with disdain. This was the twin with the scar. Something about him just made her feel off. She slid into the elevator and pressed the button to the bottom floor, his suite. Mistress of lust. Not in this lifetime. The elevator opened and she stalked to his room, embarrassed to notice that she’d left the skirt upstairs. Maybe she should go back up and ask him why he hadn’t fucked her. She groaned and covered her face with shaky hands. What the hell was going on with her? She’d be out of here tomorrow. She crawled into bed and wrapped her arms around his pillow. Thoughts and plans formed in her mind as she drifted off to sleep.
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Elena strode to Abandon’s door and growled at the beef standing in her way. Tweedle Dee stood in the way of her freedom. Sad for him. “You can’t leave.” Drake’s cultured voice enraged her. She spun on her heel and glared at the ass. “You can’t keep me here any longer, Drake. It’s against the fucking law. I have a job. A life!” And peace of mind! Drake leaned with arms crossed against one of the ornate pillars decorating the entrance. One foot settled on the other. Jackass. The half smile on his lips didn’t reach his eyes. “You can’t leave. Your death would displease me, greatly.” Elena fought down the urge to scream. “Displease you?” She clenched her jaw in helpless frustration. Her fists bunched the skirt she wore, another gift for Obsidian’s newest treat. “Oh no, great Lord and Master, we wouldn’t want to displease you.” She curled her lip and roamed toward the bar. Another night in hell. A twinge of unease flickered through her at that thought. How many times have you been treated like a goddess? Elena shoved away the traitorous thoughts. There had to be a catch. Three days in a row stuck in this place was enough to drive her insane. With lust. She kept that thought to herself. “Great Lord and Master. I like that.” His chuckle sent little chills of awareness down her spine. Your anger, Elena, is unsettling the twins. Stay out of my fucking head, Drake. His humor caressed her mind. Elena glared at the bodyguard. In frustration she mixed up a tequila sunrise. The bodyguards’ constant lack of expression chilled her. The twins were Drake’s shadow, always three steps ahead and behind. One scar was the only difference between the two. They rarely spoke, never showed one ounce of emotion. What the hell did he do to them anyway? Drake sighed and strolled down the walkway, his hands deep in the pockets of his khaki slacks. “You know why you can’t leave, Elena.”
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“No, actually, I don’t.” She took a sip and held the cold glass between her shaking hands. Her sexual awareness of the demon strengthened every second they were together. “Why don’t you explain it to me?” “If you leave, the Brotherhood will find you. When they find you they will see that their intended murder failed and you would die.” His cultured voice was cold and hollow. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and braced his forearms on one of the observation railings. Icy fingers of terror touched her heart. “It’s a chance I’m willing to take.” Drake narrowed his eyes at her, light reflecting off the black orbs. “But not one, Elena, darling, that I’ll allow you to take.” “You see, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You have no right to allow me anything.” She growled, slipping into anger like a comfortable sweater. It was a helluva lot easier to deal with than the strange urges calling her. She narrowed her eyes at the jerk who was holding her hostage. How can I equally want to fuck the hell out of and kill a man? Demon. Whatever. Stay out of my head, Drake. “Shield your thoughts and I won’t know what you were thinking in that gorgeous head of yours.” His sensual lips lifted in a half smile. An extremely serious Tweedle Dee came up behind him to whisper something in his ear. Drake rose to his full height and tilted his head toward the guard. Her gaze caught on the highlighted fire in his otherwise ebony hair. With his gorgeous hair pulled back in a ponytail and secured in his casual business appearance, Elena was tempted to rip the ties and loosen the silky strands. His eyes flicked to her, amusement dancing in their depths. “You are dangerous, sweet.” Elena chuckled. “Dangerous to whom, demon?” She set her glass on the bar. He smiled, stark white fangs against his lips. Lust uncurled in her belly.
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“Dangerous to yourself.” He ran his clawed fingertips against the wood railing, curling wood strips under the points. “Dangerous to others.” Elena watched him, fascinated. “Dangerous to you?” He flexed his claws. “Could be.” Those same claws had pierced her skin the night before. With a hum of sexual satisfaction, she ran her fingertips over the still sore spots. A little pain with her pleasure had always thrilled and excited her, but last night had taken her far out of her comfort zone. She remembered the dark lust rolling off Abandon’s crowded dance floor, the taste of their need filling her tainted soul. She closed her eyes and imagined Drake’s thick cock taking her from behind, ramming into her, sliding within so deep she cried out. Damn it, why didn’t he fuck her last night? She remembered the curtain of his hair falling over their shoulders in sleep. Gods, she could still taste his crisp demon scent. Desire clawed for purchase in her belly and she downed her drink, wishing for some measure of strength. Her pussy slicked with her lust and she bit back a moan. She sensed his preternatural movement with a niggle of worry in the back of her mind. Her eyes tracked his incredible speed over the rim of her tumbler without a blink or blur of motion. Another one of those weird new things she could do without any explanation from Drake. Like growing claws and fangs almost at will. That was a new trick. He stood before her, his scent surrounding her, quickening her blood to an intense hum of sexual need. Her pussy ached, desperate to have him deep inside. Confusion swirled around her thoughts, but one thing was sure. She needed him, fast and hard. A soft groan was her only warning before he had her pressed against the bar, his body hard, unyielding. The ridge of his cock a welcome pressure against her torso. His tongue swept through her mouth, tasting and teasing without giving her peace. She moaned against his onslaught, fisting his perfect shirt, not knowing whether she was pulling him close or pushing him away. His body trembled against her, and his
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emotions spilled over. Elena’s empathy told her he was shaken, terrified about something, and furious. His walls slammed back up and she could get nothing else. He tore his mouth away and rested his forehead against hers. Elena instinctively ran her fingertips down his back, soothing him. Something was very wrong. Her anger fell back to a simmer. “I have to go, but we’ll finish this discussion later.” His voice gave nothing away. Strong arms tightened against her and then he was gone. She wrapped her arms around the space he’d vacated, until they wrapped around her own body. Her unsated lust knotted in her gut, burning her from the inside out. What’s happening to me? She flattened her palms against the bar and stared out over Abandon’s expanse. Even in the daylight the club reflected its owner. Dark, forbidding, sensual. Her empathy picked up traces of last night’s carnal fest. She closed her eyes and drew on the lust from last night’s feeding. Elena fisted her hands and squeezed until her palms bled. Feeding off of others, like a predator. Gods above, she needed to get out of here. She opened her hands and stared at the perfect crescents filling with more blood, the copper tang of her own body sitting on the back of her throat. What would Mom say if she saw you like this? Her conscience taunted in the voice of the Brotherhood’s high priest. She shuddered and turned toward the exit. It was time to get the fuck out of here. What about the Brotherhood? Elena lengthened her fingers into claws, the morph almost second nature. She moved toward the twin blocking her exit. He stared her down. “Are we going to have a problem?” She rolled to the balls of her feet and held up her claws in a fighting stance. “Yes.” He moved, almost too quick for her to respond. She spun, throwing his weight off balance by leading his shoulder. He fell forward and she kneed him in the stomach. He jerked her leg off balance, slamming her ass on the floor. Her breath left in a huff and she gasped. He launched at her, and she rolled. His massive chest hit her ribs and
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pain pierced her side. She screamed and swiped, ripping through his chest like it was tissue. Her claws hit his bone and she jerked away. He bellowed his pain and rolled into the fetal position, his back to her. Shock rooted Elena to the floor. The scent of blood filled her nostrils like an aphrodisiac. Her stomach twisted and she fought down her sudden need to be sick. Her mind twisted. Sex, blood, food. Somehow she pulled a breath through her aching chest and shakily rose from her back. She stumbled to her feet and circled the guard, warily watching for any sign that he might be faking. The giant of a man trembled, his face pale and twisted in pain. Blood oozed under him. You’re a danger to yourself. Drake’s voice echoed in her head. She flexed her fingers and felt the sticky residue of the guard’s blood. Four gashes marked his chest and he clutched at the skin with both hands. You’re a danger to others. Tears burned her eyes. Elena started shaking and fell to her knees. She reached for him, trying to stop the blood flow. “I’m sorry.” She ripped through his shirt, tearing it off of him and shoving it against the wounds on his chest. His eyes were squeezed tight. “What did you do?” a voice boomed from across the room. Elena jerked her gaze to the elevator’s lobby. The other twin held his chest and staggered toward her. “I didn’t mean to!” Elena cried. “Leave him alone,” he bellowed, stumbling in his haste to reach them. Elena grabbed the injured man’s hands, holding them tight against his chest. He moaned. “Look at me,” she snapped. He opened pale blue eyes. Shock was already setting in. “Don’t let go. Keep pressure on it.” She looked toward his brother before glancing at him again. She squeezed his hands. “I’m going to make sure this never happens again.” Her stomach pitched and she shoved away from him, her back to the exit. Careful to keep the twins in her sights. She slammed the door open and twirled, running into the morning haze.
Chapter Two “Three of my brethren are dead and you are responsible!” Drake roared his rage into the fire. His temper was rarely lost but if anyone looked on the face of his fury, they would no longer walk this earth. A dark chuckle echoed in his office and Drake drew all his rage into a knot of power, low in his stomach. “I have no control over mortals, Obsidian. You should know that by now.” The rustle of fabric behind him told Drake that Malachi was getting restless. “What of the girl?” “She is of no concern to you.” “More the pity. I remember when you used to share, brother.” “You are no brother of mine. Leave me.” Drake raked his gaze over the blackhearted bastard. Malachi bowed low, the smirk on his haggard face twisted like his mind. “As you wish, High Demon.” Drake waited until he was at the door before laying his final warning. “Keep your slimy claws in your scales, but don’t stack the deck against me. If I find out that you had anything to do with the death of my people, I will rip the heart from your body and feed it to you for eternity. Do we understand one another?” Malachi visibly paled, his Adam’s apple bobbing in sudden terror. Drake inhaled the sharp taste and turned his back on the waste of skin. Demon half-breed. No loyalty. No honor. “You shouldn’t turn your back on me, High Demon.” Malachi’s voice shook with the effort of his control. Drake slowly turned with grudging admiration for the half-breed. “I will remember that.” Drake leaned against his desk and smiled. Malachi jerked his head in a
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semblance of a nod, bowed and left the room. A touch of his mind told Drake nothing. He was locked tight. Three high-born Demons were dead. Two were missing and now his daughter. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ease the tension pulsating there. His mind whirled with possibilities. She could take care of herself. He should have never listened to her when she suggested working as an informant for the Brotherhood. She should have reported in by now. His heart squeezed in pain. Hell’s Fire, he couldn’t lose her, not his only daughter. He walked to the screen overlooking Abandon and watched it split to give him a view of Abandon’s floor. It was time to tell Elena everything. The danger she was in, what taking his mark meant. They had to renew the bond today or it would weaken beyond his help and he’d lose her to the demon succubus. He expected to find the newest addition to his family pissed and pacing the floor. The sight that met his gaze was horrifying. Blake held his twin. Daniel’s still body bleeding on the floor. Elena no where to be found. He did a quick mind scan. She wasn’t in the building. With a curse he flashed down to the twins, ignoring the fist of ice lodging around his heart. He launched from the ether and grabbed Blake by the shirt, dragging the giant to his knees in front of him. “Where is she?” His voice was deadly quiet. He could smell the fear and anger pouring out of Blake’s skin. “She left after she did this,” he snarled back. Drake closed his eyes and touched the mind of Daniel, watching the scene unfold from his eyes. Admiration for her speed flickered through his heart, but the stark horror on her face afterward left him empty. Alone. Damn the woman for getting under his skin. Her words filled his veins with ice. I’m going to make sure this never happens again. Drake didn’t need to read Daniel’s thoughts to know they mirrored his own. She was going to find the Brotherhood. “I’m sorry, sir,” Daniel whispered through dry lips.
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Drake shook his head and eased out of his mind. “Lie still. This will hurt.” “Doesn’t it always?” Daniel chuckled. His laugh turned into a body wrenching cough and Drake cursed, pressing a kiss against his forehead. “Stubborn.” He pressed his fingertips against the temples of his charge and mentally plucked on their bond. The resounding hum of sexual energy between them was like a tornado. Furious, devastating. While they hadn’t been lovers for over a century, their lust for one another sizzled across his skin. He caressed the bond, filling it with dark essence and letting Daniel metaphysically drink his fill. Without sex, the healing would drain him to the point of exhaustion, but renewing a bond with Daniel would sever his tie to Elena. Color slowly returned to Daniel’s face and Drake heaved a deep sigh of relief. The wounds would take a helluva lot longer to fully heal, but that couldn’t be helped. “Blake!” Drake’s hoarse cry had the twin kneeling in front of him almost instantly. “Care for your brother. If Elena returns, you are not to harm her.” If not for the small scar through his right eyebrow, Blake would have been the perfect image of his twin. The scar stretched at the rise of his eyebrows. “She almost killed my brother, sir.” Drake drew his fury around him like a cloak. The knot of pain in his gut was burning and he was wasting time. “I remember a time you almost did the same. You will not disobey me.” Blake’s heart pounded in anger and fear. Drake could taste both coming off his skin. Daniel touched his brother’s forearm and he stilled. Indecision wavered in his deep blue eyes before he lowered his head in supplication. “Your will is mine, Mr. Oblivion.” Drake snorted in amusement. “Not fucking likely, Blake.” A wry smile curved his handsome face and Drake clapped him on the shoulder. “I wouldn’t ask if my life didn’t depend on it.” The smile disappeared and he knew he’d hit home. If Drake Oblivion died, so would his bonded servants. To rot in the hell of nothingness for eternity.
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“I trust we understand one another.” “Perfectly,” Blake ground through his teeth. Stubborn bastard. His respect for Daniel kept him from throttling the whelp. He pictured his office in his mind’s eye and transported through the ether. Three seconds passed before he arrived and he fell to his knees, exhaustion draining him to the point of reckless behavior. Daniel’s healing had taken a lot of his strength, far more than he’d imagined. The bones were easy; he could do those all damn day. But she’d done extensive damage to the chest cavity, tearing through membranes, nicking organs, all delicate healing requirements. A spasm ripped across his back and the putrid scent of sulfur filled his nostrils. His fingers clenched the blood red carpet and his eyes burned. If he didn’t regain his strength soon, he’d be unable to keep his true form hidden. A mass panic would be bad for business. He drew on his control, locking back the exhaustion with all his strength. When the fire behind his eyes subsided, he opened them. Sweat coated his skin in a film of salt and oil. The oil was dangerous on its own since lust in its physical form was deadly. He rocked back on his heels and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall in a hiss of soft cotton around him. A ghost touch of Elena’s pain swept through him. Damn it, they didn’t have time for this shit. He needed to find her, now! With painful effort he stripped off his shoes, socks and pants. He took the shirt and mopped up most of the sweat off his body. A hard throw sent them into the fire. Sparks flew toward him and he grimaced. He needed Elena. And new clothes. As tempted as he was to take Blake and use him for strength, he couldn’t. Guilt gnawed at his so-called soul. Only once in his long existence had he ever left a newly made demon on their own. Flashes of blood and death crossed his mind’s eye and he shoved them back into the darkness. Now wasn’t the time. He needed to find Elena and there was only one man who could give him what he needed. An untamed succubae loose on Dallas would be bad. He closed his eyes at
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memories that wouldn’t stay buried. Hell on earth. He picked up the phone and called in a favor.
Chapter Three Elena cried out at the pain tearing through her body. She shoved her phone off the bar and fell to her knees. Her claws extended and she gasped in fear. Why the hell had she come home? Why not seek out the Brotherhood? Give him the damned card in her pocket? Because you thought you could go back to your old life.
Elena cursed the irritating voice of logic. “I should be able to, damn it!” she
screamed to the rafters. You’re different now. Your heart knows it’s tied to the demon. “Three days! It’s only been three days,” she whispered, broken. Her clawed digits reached for the scattered phone and she handled it with the utmost delicacy. The guard’s blood splattered shirt came to mind. It was too easy to destroy with these damn things. She concentrated, punching buttons slowly, careful to touch the keypad with her knuckle instead of claw tip. The phone began to ring and she almost bawled in relief. Another spasm clenched her body and an insistent tingle formed deep in her pussy. The pain was far more welcome than this. Bryan’s pale and drawn form was a nightmare she’d not forget any time soon. Her powers had sucked him dry for a good fuck. “Hello, Chico’s.” Chico’s voice was like heaven.
“Chico?” She held the phone to her ear.
“Elena?” His chipper voice dropped to a whisper. “Girl, what the hell have you
gotten into?” “What are you talking about?” He couldn’t know about Drake, could he?
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“Man, my best act up and disappears the same night Bryan comes back and trashes the place. I’ve got creepy dudes in trench coats and glowing eyes looking for you and no idea where you’ve been.” “Bryan? You saw Bryan? Was he okay?” “Okay, hell! When I see that punk I’m going to rip him a new one. Nobody fucks with mine.” His accent had thickened to the point of slurring. She’d only seen him like that when his exes had come to visit. “What can I do to help?” His clipped question caught her off guard. Bryan was alive. He’d torn up the place looking for her, but that didn’t sound right. “Why would Bryan go crazy?” “How the hell should I know? The customers told me he’d gone ballistic looking for you. When Erik had said you’d left early, the dude went loco. I wasn’t there.” He sighed. “Christina has come back,” he said, sheepishly. “She’s still after your money.” “Oh no, girlie. She’s after my body.” He laughed on the other end. I laughed with him, relieved something was normal. His over-inflated ego could take a hit. His pockets, on the other hand. Ah well, it wasn’t her fight. “Tell me more about these guys in trench coats. What do you know about them?” “They’re supposedly part of some new brotherhood. A gang’s a gang, man. I don’t care what crap they’re spouting.” “What did they say?” “You were evil and despicable. Something about sleeping with the devil.” Elena rolled her eyes. Please! Drake may be shady but he wasn’t the man himself. Otherwise she wouldn’t care so much about him. Her mind wound to a stop with Chico’s voice droning on in the background. Care about him? Had she lost her mind? Why the hell not? She was fucking a demon. Of lust. Whom she’d made a bargain with but couldn’t quite remember the terms of. After having become infected by some monster bitch’s bite. What a helluva week. If things got any more exciting she’d have a heart attack.
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“Chico,” she interrupted. “I have to lay low for a while, get my head straight. If anyone comes looking for me, you don’t know where I am. Right?” “Girlie, if you don’t lay your ass low, I’m gonna come over there and knock some sense into that stubborn head of yours.” She had no doubt about that. “Gotcha Chico.” She hesitated. “When this is over, what’s the likelihood of me still having a job?” “Expect a serious cut in pay.” The phone clicked in her ear. She tossed it across the room and fell back onto her carpeted living room. How could Bryan be alive? Hadn’t the Brotherhood told her he’d died? Her brain fuzzed on the actual conversation, pissing her off. She pounded her fist on the floor and glared at nothing. What the fuck was she going to do now? The Brotherhood wanted to find her and Bryan was apparently wrapped up in all of this. She needed a plan, damn it. Dark lust speared her stomach, making the throb in her clit intense. One that didn’t involve fucking the next guy she ran into.
*** Chico stared at the phone and hesitated. Loyalty had its limits and he knew crossing this line would have terrible consequences. “You don’t have to call, Chico.” The hawk-like countenance of his most recent tormentor chilled him to the soul. “You could let her burn for eternity.” His melodious voice soothed Chico at the same time it tore at his heart. “But what does it matter to you, hmmm?” He walked around the bar owner, the rustle of his clothes like dead leaves in autumn, ripping along in the wind. “You’ll see it all from your personal perch in Hell. Since this will be.” He paused, touching Chico’s temple with a perfectly manicured fingernail, tapping each word. “All. Your. Fault.” Chico dialed the number by heart, his forehead slicked with his own fear. As much as he joked about women and hell, he knew. He’d seen for himself what true hell could be like. “Where is she?” No hello. No greeting. Just a question on the other end of the line.
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Chico swallowed and stared into the crazed green eyes of his captor. “At her apartment. Here’s the address.” He stumbled over the words shuddering away from the fingertips still touching his face. “Don’t hurt her,” he blurted out. The voice at the other end grunted before hanging up. “Thank you, Chico.” The cursed fingers stopped touching him and he moved away, taking the scratching sound of his cloth with him. “What did I just do?” Chico’s normally boisterous voice sounded weak. Damned if he didn’t feel like he’d betrayed everything he stood for. His captor looked over his shoulder. “We’ve upped the stakes, little human. Sweet dreams.” Darkness surrounded him and with a pop, he was gone. Chico fell into his finely crafted leather chair in his perfect office and realized what it meant to have nothing. He opened his bottom drawer and stared at the pistol lying there. With a grunt of satisfaction he bypassed it for the decanter of brandy he’d hidden from his recent fiancée. Whatever her name was. He poured a snifter of liquor and stared at the painting of his mama on the wall. How do you survive a deal with the devil, Mama? She remained silent, her rose-colored lips lifted in a soft smile. He downed his first drink and waited for the next bout of insanity.
Chapter Four The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Elena squeaked in surprise when Drake appeared in her living room. Naked. She wanted to close her eyes against his demon perfection but couldn’t. Her pussy clenched in need and dew slicked her walls, making her panties dampen in appreciation. Gods, he was fine. She scrambled to her feet and backed into the bar. Her gaze roamed his body, content to watch him stalk her forever, if it meant she could taste his perfection. Damn, he was thick and delicious. From the lean calves to hard thighs. His cock was already growing hard. Her gaze traveled up his cut torso all the way up to his handsome face, the personification of lust was everything she wanted in a man. Damn it. His naturally pale face was drawn and haggard. Torn between throwing something at him and jumping in his arms was ripping her apart. “How did you find me?” And why are you naked? She couldn’t ask it. Maybe she was stuck in some kind of Wonderhell. Sexual torture, maimed guardsmen, crazy King of Spades. Like the one she had in her skirt pocket. “Your name’s on the utilities, the mailbox, the renter’s agreement, and the cable bill, sweet. It’s not like you’re living incognito, here.” Elena crossed her arms over her chest, mostly to hide the tremor in her hands. What do you want? The tremor became harder to hide and her pussy gave a wake up tingle, shooting awareness all through her body. “Are you here to kill me?” His eyebrows rose in surprise. “Why would I come all this way to kill you?” His lips lifted in a sexy smile.
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“Because of your guard.” She closed her eyes, scrambling to find his name in her memory, but coming up only with Tweedle Dee. “I can’t remember his name. I’m sorry.” She met his eyes, wishing for his mind’s touch. When Drake neared her it was like a drowning woman who suddenly finds that she can breathe underwater. “His name, sweet, is Daniel and he’s fine.” He ran his fingers through her hair, letting it fall from his fingertips like silk. She looked deep into his obsidian eyes and knew she was lost. “His brother, on the other hand, would love to tear you apart.” Drake’s lips caressed hers and Elena moaned. Why that was sexy didn’t really matter. She slipped her arms around his body, caressing the ridges of his back, wrapping her hands in his fire-kissed black hair. His fingertips caressed her face, following the curve of her chin, the arch of her neck. Gods above, he was making her hot in all the right places. Lust stretched from her stomach, licking the depths of her pussy with slow strokes of heat. She shivered in delight. She placed small reverent kisses on his temple, his hairline, his closed eyelids, grateful he was here. His hands brushed her nipples through the thin cotton shirt and she groaned, arching against his touch, desperate to have them skin to skin. He helped, tearing the buttons from her shirt, and shooting them across the room in his haste. She laughed, taking his lips in a hard kiss, shoving the shirt off her arms and letting it fall wherever. Her panties were soaked with her need and he ripped them from her hips. Her bra didn’t survive his shredding of the straps, freeing her heavy breasts from their restriction. He teased her nipples, alternately tugging and soothing, until she whimpered and decided it was time to show him what teasing felt like. She pushed him back on the carpet and smiled, loving the way his eyelids grew heavy and his eyes swirled purple when he was this hot. She kissed down his stomach, running her fingernails down his sides. The arch of his hips off the ground was a beautiful sight to behold. She spent a moment admiring the hard length of his cock before wrapping her fingers around it. Precum leaked from the tip and she smeared it around the
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mushroomed head, humming low in her throat in appreciation. Her tongue swiped up the salty liquid, swirling around the tip, tasting him. She opened her lips and swallowed him, inch by inch, wanting to see how much of his length she could deep throat. She fisted his cock at the base, sliding her mouth over him in a slow rhythm. His lust became palpable, an aura on his skin. She could see sweat forming on his body and inhaled the dark lust, feeding on it, craving it. Her pussy clenched and she pulled him from her mouth with a loud pop, climbing up his body and positioning his cock at her drenched slit. With a wicked smile she impaled herself on his thick shaft, sliding him as deep as her body would allow. She adjusted her body and slid him deeper, a cry of delight tearing itself from her throat. She could taste the heat of his lust like a fine wine, filling her body, sating her pain. He held her hips, arching deeper within, making them both moan. She closed her eyes in pleasure, letting her head fall back. He rolled forward, trapping her back against the floor, his cock deeply embedded in her needy pussy. She cried out, feeling wanton. He pressed his shoulders against her legs, trapping her against the floor, making her immobile. His hips withdrew, pulling the thickness of his cock to the edge of her entrance before slamming home, stretching her tight cunt with a fullness bordering on pain. She gasped her pleasure, absorbing the lust of their souls, tasting it, giving it back to her lover. He withdrew again, achingly slow. Her orgasm was building with his, slow, all consuming. Power tugged between them with each stroke, intensifying her need until she was mindless with lust. “That’s it,” he groaned, his eyes almost completely violet in the light of her room. He rotated his hips, sliding deep into the wet heat of her cunt, buried to the hilt. She screamed, shoving against his shoulders, trying to move.
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She tugged on his lust, wanting him to lose control, come for her. Fuck her senseless. She tightened her stomach, drawing on his cock, caressing it with her inner muscles. He groaned and his rhythm became jerky, more desperate. Just the way she liked him. She fed off of it, letting him pound into her, loving every fucking moment, absorbing everything he gave her. He tensed, and shoved deep, his cock pulsing, shooting hot streams of cum deep inside her womb. Tension built until it peaked, slamming an orgasm through her body, tearing her soul to the ether. She screamed in pain and grabbed Drake’s soul to hers. In that moment, she felt their bond snap together. He rolled them to the side and she could barely do more than grunt in her exhaustion.
Chapter Five She dragged a breath through her sated body and slid off his still half-hard cock. He wrapped his arm around her, tucking her close to his side. She inhaled his rich, dark scent which was becoming as familiar to her as her own skin. She nuzzled his neck and licked the healing wound from her bite. Salt and the copper taste of his blood tingled her tongue. No eww factor, no worry, no sorrow. How far she’d fallen in such a short time. She smiled and threw her leg over his thigh, wrapping their legs together in a nice tangle. “Is it always going to be like that for us?” “What do you mean?” He brushed a kiss against her brow. “Will our sex-life ever be close to what I considered normal?” His laugh shook their bodies and she grinned. “Hell’s Fire, I hope so! This kind of intensity could be the death of us both.” He stretched his neck a bit then held her hand to his heart. The strong beat thudded against her fingertips. “You’re immortal. What are you worried about?” “So are you.” He held her hand when she would have jerked it away. “Let me rephrase. We’re not immortal, not exactly. I can die, sweet. And if I die, so will you.” A stillness mirroring panic settled over her mind. “What just happened to us?” He sighed and she could feel his bone numbing weariness through her touch. Her empathy was magnified when she was with him. She could see his thoughts, and was unable to block her own. “We’re bound to one another. I gave you part of my essence and you gave me part of yours.” Her anger returned, boiling deep beneath the surface. Trapped. She was trapped! “I don’t remember agreeing to that.”
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“Tut tut, sweetheart. You agreed to my contract terms. These were it.” She tried to pull her hand away but he held fast. “What did you do to me? Make me into some kind of sex toy?” “I’m not sure, my dear, but I believe sex toys are supposed to be subservient, at least in appearance. Something you could never be mistaken for.” She closed her eyes and let the warmth of his semi-compliment wash over her. It was imperative she keep her will. “Why do I have to have sex so often, feed off others?” “It’s part of your nature.” He brushed his smooth cheek against hers. “I couldn’t take away the mark, only change it.” Elena pulled from his grip. “Change it how?” She tugged her skirt down and shoved her arms back into the wrinkled shirt she’d tossed on the floor. He opened his mouth but a hard knock on her door jerked them to tense silence. Before she knew it she’d rolled into a crouch with claws extended. Who else knows you’re here? His mind’s voice was weak and strained. Chico. But he wouldn’t betray me. Drake’s obsidian eyes flickered toward her with a wry smile. A loud blast from a weapon tore her gaze from his lips. It took a moment for her to register the half-foot wide hole in the door frame where the bottom hinge used to be. Run! Drake’s mind shoved at hers. Another blast took out the top hinge and she sprang from the living room, Drake fast on her heels. She didn’t think, just reacted, racing through the bedroom to the window. Drake had his hands on the windowsill when the glass shattered. It took a moment for the blood on his chest to register before she was screaming. The shotgun blast had peppered his body and the surrounding wall. She jerked him to her, yanking the sheet off her bed desperate to stop the bleeding. Her mind raced. Please not now. Not this way! She couldn’t lose him. The shot to the window had come from outside. Shotguns didn’t have a large range so that meant…
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A hand grabbed her by the tangle of her hair, dragging her away from Drake’s immobile body. His mind had slipped from hers the moment he’d hit the ground. She roared in fury, clawing at her attacker with everything in her. The change didn’t happen and her fingernails tore on the asshole’s vest. He laughed, a thin grating sound, and then his fist connected with her temple, blurring her vision in a myriad of sparks. Pain shot through her head and she collapsed on the ground. The edge of her vision grew fuzzy. Damn it, Drake. Don’t die on me. Pain swallowed her whole, dragging her down into nothingness.
*** Drake dragged his pain wracked body to the other side of the bed, waiting for the bastards to come back and finish the job. When no one came, he drew on the strength of his charges, no longer worrying about his bond to Elena. They were tied, unable to be broken except by death. Fury knotted deep in his heart, fisting the organ with icy fingers. If she died, there would be no crevice on this world or the next that would keep him from flaying their skin off blackened bodies shriveled by Hell’s Fire. Blake, bring the car. Leave Daniel. Bring me everything my daughter had gathered about the Brotherhood. Blake’s mind registered shock before giving his assent. Drake hauled his body off the floor, stumbling toward the living room and grimacing at the peppered spray of bullet holes throughout. Normally he’d pull clothes from the ether and spin them onto his body but he was so damned drained. Her feeding was intense. Less intense than the first time, but he needed to find them some quiet time. Away from insane stalkers with a self-righteous bent. The entrance door swung open and Drake crouched, ready to fight. A dainty pair of gray eyes widened before the old granny passed out right in front of him, still clutching an aluminum bat in her hands. He ran a hand through his hair and cursed. What the hell was he going to do with her? Blake slammed open the stairwell door at the end of the hallway and strode toward the mess, a backpack over one shoulder. His steps faltered and he stopped,
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staring first at the holey door, then at the grandma sleeping peacefully in the hallway and finally coming to rest on Drake in all of his naked glory. His lips twitched. “Don’t say a word.” Drake moved toward him, brushing past the smartass without batting an eye. Blake’s scar twitched. “But…” “Not a word, Blake.” He cleared his throat and Drake paused in his stride, turning slightly so as to peer at him through peripheral vision. “What is it?” “I’m sorry, Mr. Oblivion, but I realize it’s been a while since you traveled by car anywhere.” He chuckled and took off the pack, holding it out to Drake. “I brought you clothes, just in case.” Drake blinked and glanced down at his body. He strode back to the smiling pain in the ass and jerked the bag out of his hand. “Thank you, now tell me what you know.” Blake pulled his PDA out and tapped on the screen. “The Brotherhood is a single cell of activity. No one knows their moves outside the inner circle. The thing is, the inner circle is a mystery. There are supposedly three leaders but your daughter only interacted with one. He calls himself Hunter. We have a location. Apparently he has a chapel of some sort.” Drake dressed quickly. He pulled his long tresses back in a tight braid to keep it out of his face. “Hunter. Why is he so set on my destruction?” He read from his screen. “He seems to have a personal vendetta against you, but his murder isn’t limited to demons.” Blake whistled low. “This guy’s seriously bad news. It seems he’s been around for a very long time.” “How long?” “Two centuries.” Drake closed his eyes. Why would a non-human hunt me? Spending time with you would be enough of a reason. Your mouth is going to get you into trouble one day. You have no idea.
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“Come, Blake. I need your strength. We have to find Elena before this Hunter kills her.” Without hesitation Blake opened his soul. Drake bit him on the meat of his shoulder, above the collarbone. Blake cried out and Drake took his pain, swallowing it down with the copper wash of his blood. As a shapeshifter, Blake was a deep well of energy. Drake could draw on him for longer periods of time than Daniel or Elena. Blake’s fangs elongated and he bit Drake, taking a small bit back to close the metaphysical well, until needed again. Neither spoke but strode from the building to confront the enemy.
Chapter Six Frigid liquid splashed on her face and she jerked awake, spluttering. “Enough,” said the voice of her nightmares. “Hello, Elena. Did you have a nice nap?” Laughter echoed in his voice like a schoolyard bully. “It was fine, thank you. I do enjoy a bit of sleep now and again.” She didn’t see the punch until it connected with her chin. Pain shot through her jaw, up through her ear, and added to an already splitting headache. Not your most intelligent move. A buzz in the back of her head kept her unable to concentrate making shifting impossible. Why had it failed back in her apartment? “I am sorry for that, my dear, but pain is sometimes the only absolution.” She opened her eyes and tried to focus on her captors, but her vision was blurry. That hit to the temple must have really knocked something loose. “What do you want, whatever the hell your name is?” She shook her head to clear the cobwebs, thankful to have her vision clear, but rethinking the shake when the sudden movement caused nausea to roil in her gut. Drake needed her. She ignored the pain in her heart that told her she couldn’t hear him in her mind. His smile lifted at the corners, a parody of human emotion since his eyes reflected none. “Call me Hunter.” But for the white gauze taped to his left cheek, he would have been handsome. As it was, she could see three perfect lines of blood through the layers. He gestured to the goon who’d likely hit her. The mean glint in his eye and self-righteous smirk told her so. The goon leaned close and his eyes reflected an odd sheen, reminding her of a cat. “She only had this on her, sir.” He handed over the King of Spades. “Interesting choice in accessories. I take it this was a gift from your demon?”
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“He’s not my demon.” She bit the inside of her cheek to try and stop the words, but he irritated the hell out of her. “You’re the demon’s whore. We’ve seen the evidence.” He waved his hand in the air and Elena couldn’t stop the blush of confusion that heated her cheeks. “Why am I here?” “You were supposed to kill the demon. My plan was perfect. Now I want to know specifically what you did to destroy my exorcism.” Elena inhaled slowly, tasting the anger rolling off Hunter. She harnessed it, remembering Drake’s soft voice from the night before, drawing on the emotions of Hunter, using its bitter taste to rebuild her strength. In the depths of his soul she found the truth. “You caused me to change into that monster.” She didn’t make it a question. Drake would need to know. Hunter touched the gauze covering his cheek as though it pained him. “That was the will of the Gods, not mine. You fell into my lap. A golden opportunity. I knew you could vanquish the demon. You had your mother’s glow within you.” “You knew my mother?” She tried to make it nonchalant, hoping he couldn’t hear the catch in her voice. By the shine in his eyes, she knew he had. “Yes. I knew her very well. A shining light of purity, radiant, benevolent. A goddess in her own right.” Elena was shocked. The description he had of her mom was more like a fantasy than reality. Her mom had been good and kind, but she was tortured. She hated demons with a passion bordering on obsession, but never told her only daughter why. His dark eyes looked at her as though seeing her for the first time. His dreamy smile twisted to an angry frown and he glared at the front of her shirt. Elena looked down and tugged the edges together, self-conscious. With quick fingers she tied the bottom into a knot, keeping them together. “Did you do this?” he bellowed to the goon behind him. “No, sir.” His voice shook. “I found her like that.”
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He narrowed his eyes and leaned close, inhaling with a soft sniff. His lip curled in disgust. “Who was she with?” Elena raised her chin, refusing to be ashamed. “Some guy, we left him in the bedroom, dead on her carpet.” The relief in his voice was obvious, but the sudden drop in temperature in the room was disturbing. “Dead, was he?” Serenity wiped his features of all expression, terrifying Elena. The idiot laughed. “Yeah, you should have seen it, sir.” Hunter walked to him and shoved something shiny up into the throat of the guard. Blood sprayed from the wound. Elena gasped, horrorstruck. “You fool,” Hunter whispered. “If he was human, she’d have fucked him to death. If he was the demon, she’d have died with him.” Her mind raced. If any human she fucked would die, what the hell did that make Bryan? The goon twitched, his eyes rolling in the back of his head blood gurgling from his lips. Hunter kissed his temple and closed his eyes in ecstasy. “Go with the Gods.” Elena watched him absorb the death and the soul of his victim. She could taste the wrongness of his action. It felt like possession and less like the natural drive she’d experienced with Drake. The victim fell, his corpse landing like a rag doll on the cobblestone floor. He perused the card, turning it over in his slim fingers. “You are a strange one, Elena Donovan. I’ll be back, soon.” Elena swallowed her revulsion and asked against her better judgment. “What about him?” She jerked her chin toward the corpse. His eyes lit with inner glee. “I wouldn’t want you to feel lonely. I am nothing if not a gracious host.” For a moment, Elena wondered if he would be the cheerful gatekeeper of Hell, welcoming the masses to eternal damnation or whatever it was her mother had spouted.
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“I wouldn’t bother attempting to unleash your demonic presence here. We are protected.” He gave her a sketchy bow and left, locking the door behind him. What the hell did he call the shit he’d done then? Angelic powers? She stretched her fingertips, trying to call on her claws. Nothing tingled, no morphing occurred. Bastard. She sighed and searched the room, looking for some way to escape. Her gaze returned time and again to the corpse and she shuddered. Drake had better hurry the hell up. She winced at the images of his torn body, bleeding all over her carpet. No one could survive that kind of hit. She doubled over at the pain of losing him. Tears filled her eyes and she scrambled for some touch of his mind. Nothing. Hunter said you’d die if Drake died. He could be wrong. Wasn’t he wrong about killing humans with sex? Are you sure Bryan was human? Suddenly she wasn’t so sure. What if he wasn’t human? One thing for sure -- she stared at the dead body on the floor -- waiting to have her throat slit wasn’t her idea of a good time. This was way over her head.
*** Drake stared at the warehouse housing his Elena. The Hunter. Was he responsible for the disappearance of his daughter? He stood in plain sight of the guards, taunting them with his presence. None looked toward the side alley. They held themselves with an arrogance of hired muscle. No interest in doing more than their given jobs. No one saw the shadow take down two guards, dropping them silently to the ground. Drake could taste it, felt Blake rip through the guards like they were nothing. As a hellhound mix, the shifter could tear apart the souls of his victims as well as their bodies. Luckily he’d moved beyond that temptation. Thanks to you. Blake’s response surprised him. A thanks from the pup. Who knew? I’m in. Stop gloating. There’s a barrier just inside the room, Mr. Oblivion. We’ll not be able to communicate while I’m inside.
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Drake glared at the building, wanting to rip it down from the foundation, destroy it. His daughter’s research had been thorough. Inside she was powerless. While Drake was significantly more powerful than his daughter, he couldn’t risk killing them all with a wrong move. Arrogance was not his vice. Elena is. His conscience whispered to his heart. She matched him perfectly. Hell’s Fire, he couldn’t remember the last time a woman, mortal or not, who could make him lose his control. His body shuddered in memory of her touch. A ghost touch to his mind jerked his attention back to the present. Drake stood perfectly still, refusing to tense. He leaned against the brick wall next to him, purposefully acting like he had no cares in the world. Meanwhile his stomach twisted in knots of anxiety. He should be able to hear her. Why wasn’t he able to sense her? If she was gone -We’re coming out. They were shadows moving through the alley. Drake walked toward the guards, an arrogant tilt to his lips. He held back from touching her mind. Unnatural fear twisted in his gut. What had they done to her? Would she still be bound to him? The closest hired muscle tilted his head, and the light of the setting sun reflected off the curve of his eye like a cat’s. He drew all his strength around him and let the ether jerk his exhausted body back to Abandon.
Chapter Seven He fell back, exhausted, into the embrace of his leather chair and waited. It felt like eternity before Blake slammed the doors open, a furious Elena on his heels. “Where the hell is he, damn it?” Her fury was breathtaking. The white blouse hugged her curves like a second skin, the knot of fabric keeping it together, a tempting tie to undo. Her generous hips swayed in the skirt like a hypnotic dance. Oh, he’d picked well. Her tirade stopped mid-curse and she turned, her mouth formed in a perfect O. “Drake?” Her question held everything in it. “I’m right here.” He held himself perfectly still. Waiting. “We have a problem, sir.” Blake held Elena’s wrist, keeping her from moving toward him. “What kind of problem?” Something about Blake’s tone gave him pause. “Your daughter was wrong.” “Daughter?” Elena jerked her gaze to Drake. He winced. “Hunter isn’t demon spawn, sir.” His voice was urgent, desperate. “What is he?” “Hellhound, sir.” Blake shook with the effort of those words. “I tasted it in the death of his servant. He’s one of the avenging Hunt, sir.” Drake shot up out of his chair and leaned across the desk, his fingertips braced in front of him. “Are you certain he’s of the Hunt, Blake?” He wanted to pull Elena to him, ignore the terrible news of his charge. “Yes, sir. I would know their foul stench anywhere.”
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“When the hell is someone going to tell me what’s going on?” Elena jerked her wrist out of Blake’s hold and glared back and forth between the two. She reached out with her mind and tentatively touched his. He sighed in relief. She was still his. Blake stared at Drake, waiting. Nothing could be done. She was bound to him and her life depended on knowing the stakes. His mind whirled but he gave Blake a swift nod. Blake crossed his arms, the only expression on his face one of stone hatred. “If hellhounds, specifically those of the Hunt, are after Mr. Oblivion, it means there has been a shift in power among the High Demons.” “What does that mean for us?” Drake smiled, loving the way she cut to the chase. “It means I’ve got a price on my head, sweet. And if we don’t stop the Hunt, there will be no more life for you or any of us. Once I die, we all die.” His nod included Blake. Blake’s jaw clenched. “Why are they after you? Us?” In a heartbeat she was at his desk, both hands braced against the top. “Why can’t they be called off?” “Because they are relentless, Elena.” Drake stumbled around the desk. “I have been drained to the point of uselessness tonight. I am stoppable. They will not stop. They will not sleep. The only way to destroy the Hunt is to destroy the Hunter, make him become the hunted. They’ll self-destruct from within. Then we’ll strike.” “Right. So we go in, plant a mole, talk ’em into changing sides and then watch them self-destruct.” Elena’s lip curled in irritation. “Already tried that. We shall see how effective it was.” “Of course you did. How silly of me. You’re in no shape to attack and I have no control over my new abilities.” She huffed her irritation. “What the hell do we do now?” “We wait.” “For what?” “For their next move.”
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“Sir, I will begin the search.” Blake left them, shutting the door with a quiet click. “You have it all figured out, don’t you? Always playing games.” Elena’s voice shook with emotion. Unshed tears glistened in her eyes and he tugged her close, his heart heavy. “I only play to win, Elena. It’s all I know.” He kissed her forehead and she fell into his arms. Her quiet tears tore something loose inside of him and he pulled her close, taking them to his bedroom with a thought. The room spun for a few seconds before he could find his bearing but it was okay. They had time for recovery. Right now, he needed to be deep inside her, savoring her raw flavor, drinking from her lust. She quieted, holding him close and running her fingers up and down his spine. “How do you know all of this?” “I’ve been around for a very long time, sweet.” His voice thickened. “This is a game I’ve been playing since the beginning of time in one corporeal form or another.” “Where do I fit into all of this?” Her quiet question was the only access he had to her emotions. She was locked up tight. “You were a wildcard. Something I couldn’t imagine ever deserving, or needing. You match me on every level. And trust me, that’s hard to do.” “I also make you laugh.” “Yes, you do that as well. Which will scare the twins if I do it around them.” A crack of emotion trickled through her walls. Terror and remorse slipped out and he pulled her close. “I can’t take back what you saw, but I will make sure he never touches you again.” “Make me forget, please.” She choked on a sob. “He ate his soul, twisted our power into something so dark and evil I can’t --” Drake kissed her, taking her lips tenderly, caressing, nibbling. He’d take the violence and replace it with tenderness. For now. His lips tasted her skin until it slicked with sweat. Fingertips traced the swell of her breasts, caressing and scraping in a rhythm only he could feel. The fevered pitch of
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her body was music. His dick begged for attention, rock hard within the confines of his slacks. Irritated, he waived their clothes away. His fingers brushed her mons. She moaned his name and he kissed her tenderly, his tongue tracing the soft curve of her lips. Tongues caressed, teased, and sipped from one another, driving them both a little crazy with slow fire. He kissed his way down the soft swell of her stomach, listening and responding to every cry and moan she gave him. “Yes, Drake, please!” she begged, arching her hips toward his face. When his lips brushed the nether lips of her pussy she came apart, shattering into orgasmic release strong enough to destroy her shields and feed them both. With her raw emotion bared, he attacked. He smiled and showed her no mercy, his tongue fucking her while his knuckle brushed her clit. He stroked her tight nub until her orgasm rose and she cried out, fisting his hair in her hands and screaming his name. He climbed up, thrusting his dick deep into her still spasming heat. A hoarse cry tore from her mouth. A groan of pleasure was his only response. Hell’s Fire, her pussy clenched him like a fist. She bit into his shoulder, her fangs piercing the skin. Her cry of surprise opened her thoughts to his touch. I thought I’d lost the ability to shift. Did that disturb you, little one? Yes! His chuckling response turned to a moan when she clenched him with her inner muscles, drawing him deeper within. Her claws dug into his back, piercing the skin and driving him to the edge in seconds. Impatient minx! I want to taste all of you. She tugged on his shoulder, drawing his blood in her mouth the way her cunt pulled his dick. She was fucking heaven. He grinned, driving them both higher; their bond forged in lust and sealed in a furious purpose, and now focused on one end. Stop the Hunt.
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He bit her neck, whispering against her skin, “Mine.” “Always,” she whispered back and cried out, her orgasm tightening the slick walls of her heat around him until he couldn’t hold back. He roared against her neck and drank deep, tasting their emotion, their needs for one another. Their breathing leveled in time but neither moved, content to lie together in a tangle of limbs. They were drifting off to sleep when he felt her stir. A soft brush of his hair brought a smile to his lips. “If you ever die on me, Drake Oblivion, I’ll storm Hell to haunt you for eternity.” That was his Elena. Such a sweet talker.
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