Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Seline’s breath choked in her lungs. Her skin was so sensitive that just the touch of the sheet against her had her tensing.
Sam lay beside her, but she could still feel him all along the length of her body. Inside and out.
Oh, boy. She was in trouble. Serious trouble. Her wounds had healed, her power scale was about to rocket through the roof, but she was so scared in that moment that her stomach knotted.
Didn’t expect that.
It hadn’t been just sex. She’d had sex before. Sex didn’t make you so hungry and wild that you just wanted to take and take and take until you could barely breathe, much less move.
That was— addiction.
Everyone knew demons had a problem with addiction. Even a half-breed like her understood just how deadly an addiction could be.
Never suspected a Fallen would be my drug of choice. Fate sure liked to play games.
“Why…” Her voice came out sounding rather like a frog’s croak. Way to be a sexy succubus. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Why did you save me?”
He’d had the chance. If he wanted to attack Az, he could have gone after the Fallen and left her to the flames.
And where the hell had that fire come from? The sprinklers on the ceiling hadn’t kicked on, and the flames had actually seemed to be zeroing in on her.
“Because I know what the fire feels like.” He turned away from her. Her hands clenched into fists, and her nails bit into her palms as she fought the urge to reach out to him.
She could play this cool. Maybe. Not like it was her first after-sex scene. Just her first after-really-awesome-nearly-knock-me-out-sex scene.
He rose from the bed. Naked, strong, those muscles flexing with his movements. What a fine ass. Totally bitable. The scars on his back were dark, still appearing a light red even after all this time, and she had the strangest urge to…lick them.
Next time.
“I thought…” She sucked in a breath and tasted him. “I thought you said you were here to watch the world burn.”
Sam glanced back at her, and his blue eyes glinted. “You’re not the world.”
No, she was just one half-breed succubus who was in way over her head. She pulled the sheet up to her chest. “Az got away.”
“Azrael won’t get far.” A promise reflected in that deadly tone. “The bastard can run, but I will find him.”
She didn’t doubt him. Azrael. Right, so that was the guy’s full name.
Sam’s 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 Sam was actually leaving her, naked, in his bed. “Wait!”
So, 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 glowing.
Sex with Sam had been very, very good for her. But since he was hightailing it out of there, maybe it hadn’t been so great for him.
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, 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 simply 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 she had to face. “The guy who took Az, he’s gonna know…” Ah, damn. “The guards saw me go in. I brained one jerk 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 her 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 someone who wasn’t supposed to feel, he sure had a vengeful streak.
Hell hath no fury like an angel betrayed.
“Stay here,” Sam 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!” Her breath expelled on a rush. “Besides, 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 Rogziel 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 snarled.
So much for the post-sex glow and tender moment time. “H-he was the one who found Az. He knew because?—”
“Because he’s a fucking punishment angel.”
“Ah, I guess you do know him.” The angel world was composed of thousands, but it figured that her bad luck would hold and Sam would actually know Rogziel.
His hands tightened. “I know he’s a sick asshole who should have burned long ago.”
Yep, definitely sounded like he knew Rogziel. Maybe the angel world was smaller than she realized.
Falling from heaven had hurt like a bitch.
Omayo stared below at the bustle of the streets. He didn’t remember how long ago he had actually fallen, because time had lost meaning for him. He didn’t know. Didn’t care.
Humans flocked on the street below. He watched them. Had always watched them.
The morning sunlight slipped across the river’s surface. Couples walked hand-in-hand. Young lovers stopped to kiss. Tourists snapped photographs. Laughter and voices filled the air.
Emotion.
He could sense it all around him, and, finally, he could feel.
Pleasure. Joy. Happiness. No more watching, now he felt everything. Just like humans. No, more than the humans. He appreciated each moment more because he knew what it was like to live in a void and feel nothing.
He turned away from the balcony and paced back inside his apartment. His shoulders rolled, and for an instant, he felt the flutter of wings that weren’t there.
Small price to pay.
So he’d burned. So there would be no more flying for him. The clouds lost their appeal after centuries anyway.
He’d fallen. He’d fucked. He’d loved. He’d laughed.
Humans were the lucky ones. They had paradise right at their fingertips, and they didn’t understand their joy.
He understood.
He’d burned for this joy.
A knock rapped at his door. He frowned but walked forward. He glanced through the peephole—humans had such fun little inventions—and surprise had his jaw slackening.
He jumped back—too late. The door flew inward, and the heavy wood landed on his body.
“Hello, friend.” The mocking voice grated as Omayo shoved the wood away from his body. He surged to his feet, more than ready to?—
A growl reached his ears. Low, menacing.
He stilled even as terror rose within him, spiking his blood and making his heart shudder.
“I know all about you,” that voice he knew too well said.
Omayo saw what waited in the doorway. The building was empty—just his apartment and a vacant garage downstairs. No one could help him.
As if humans could fight this. They’d be slaughtered in an instant if they tried. He’d never risked a human life before. He wouldn’t start now.
“You watched them too long.”
Omayo stumbled back and sent a burst of power right at his old friend. “Get out!”
But the one he’d known for centuries didn’t move.
The blast seemed to have no effect. “You wanted to feel, Omayo.”
Was that so wrong? His hands fisted. “Centuries of nothing. Nothing. They have it all. I just wanted?—”
The attack came at him in an instant. Teeth bit into his neck. Claws raked his body. He tried to scream, but the blood choked him.
Pain ravaged his body. Fury and fear twisted his stomach even as the claws ripped into his gut.
No!
“Hope you enjoy every moment.” That damn voice. “Hope you like how it feels.”
Cold swept over his skin, and Omayo fought. No, no, he hadn’t fallen for this. Not the pain, not hell?—
The twisted teeth sank into his throat and stole his scream.
“Go to hell, Fallen. See how that feels.”
Sam stared down into Seline’s face as a roaring filled his ears. “Rog…ziel.” He bit the name out from between clenched teeth. His least favorite punishment angel. Rogziel liked the job too much.
Time for a house cleaning upstairs. Rogziel needs to fall, and I need to rip him apart.
“How long have you been with him?” he demanded.
Her lips parted, and he glimpsed her small, pink tongue. Even though he should have been sated— how many times did I have her?— his cock didn’t get the message. It jerked and rose eagerly toward her and she was naked and?—
He dropped his hold and stepped back. His elbow rammed into the door.
“I’ve been with him for nearly thirty years.”
What? “Impossible, you can’t?—”
“When my mother died, he took me in.” Her shoulders straightened. “He raised me, provided me with shelter and food, and in return…” A brief hesitation as she drew in a deep breath, then Seline said, “In return, when I was old enough, he wanted me to help him hunt.”
He stared at her. Didn’t risk touching her again. Couldn’t. He knew a lie when he heard it, and if he touched her with rage, his control might slip. When his control slipped, people died. “Bullshit.” Was she still setting him up? Was this all just some trick to get under his guard?
Sam caught the faint narrowing of her eyes. “It’s true,” Seline said.
“An angel would never take in a succubus.” And sure as sin not one as freaking rule-oriented as Rogziel. Rogziel was old school. Sam had heard his spiel plenty of times. Demons were abominations. Angels shouldn’t have sex with humans. Do your duty. Punish the guilty.
Blah, fucking blah.
She grabbed for the sheet, and he missed the view when she covered herself. “For your information, I’m only half-succubus.”
Right. Which begged the question…“So what’s your other half?”
Her lips clamped together.
Fine. It didn’t really matter to him. She could be some new breed half-vamp, half-demon miracle, and he wouldn’t feel differently. If the little hybrid didn’t want to share, he sure wouldn’t lose any sleep. “He kept you for thirty years.” Now that part actually did piss him off, more than it should, and the rage within Sam pumped hotter.
“He didn’t keep me, okay? I was a baby.”
Shit, she was only thirty? Seriously? Talk about robbing the cradle. A succubus could easily hide her age—or just not age at all. He’d never suspected she was so young.
Seline huffed out a hard breath. “I didn’t even know—” she began as red stained her cheeks.
“That Rogziel was a sadist with his own twisted sense of right and wrong?” She’d worked with him. So much time—enough time for Rogziel to twist her. “Tell me, how many men did you kill for him?” Don’t touch her. He could never touch her with this fury fueling him. “How many did you seduce?”
She spun away and grabbed her clothes. The sheet dropped, he got one fine view of her ass, then she yanked on her clothes. “Screw you!”
He raised a brow. “You already did.”
Obviously, that wasn’t the right thing to say. A blast of psychic power hit him and tossed him across the room. When Sam picked himself off the floor, he glared at her. Seline was definitely stronger than she’d been before.
But, wait, if she was stronger, then shouldn’t that mean he was weaker ?
Hell. A succubus only got stronger when she took power. He’d been so busy drinking her in that he hadn’t even realized what she could have been doing to him.
If she’s trying to set me up, I gave her the perfect opportunity.
The fire…had it been a trap? A way to get to him? He’d burned and would never forget that pain, so he hadn’t been able to just stand there and watch the fire ravage her skin.
Then she’d told him sensual energy was the only way for her to heal…
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Seline demanded as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You deserved that shove. You’re lucky I didn’t slam your head into the wall.”
Sex equaled strength for her.
Weakness for him?
He waved his hand.
Seline yelped and her body lifted up into the air. Then wind rushed against Sam as she fought back, but this time, he was ready for her push of power.
In the face of her psychic blast, he didn’t move. Interesting. So she hadn’t taken enough to weaken him, not yet. One more reason to leave the pretty succubus behind. Because if he stayed with her, he’d have her again.
He couldn’t afford any weakness.
She swore as she bobbed in the air. He skirted around her.
“Sam! Dammit, let me down!” Her feet came close to kicking his face.
“No.” He would though, eventually. But right then, he had a bastard brother to hunt, and he couldn’t have her slowing him down. He also couldn’t trust her. Not if she’d been working with Rogziel. So she’d stay put, for now.
Sam opened the door.
“No! You can’t leave me like this!”
He looked back at her. Seline’s face was flushed with fury. Her eyes couldn’t have burned darker.
“Don’t you do it!” She yelled as she thrashed helplessly in the air. “Don’t?—”
“Sorry, sweetheart, but Az is out there.” He’d already lost too much time, but he hadn’t been able to turn away from her when she needed him—or when he needed her. “He’s still weak from the fall, but he won’t stay that way for long.” Sam would take any advantage he could get in the battle to come. “But don’t worry, I’ll send a demon to take care of you.”
“What?” Did fear flicker in her eyes? “No, Sam, you?—”
He shut the door. Her screams followed him. So did the thud of furniture. Seline must be using her power to wreck the room. If she wasn’t careful, she’d wear herself out, or rather, she’d wear her power out.
Good. That was just what he wanted—Seline weaker and more controllable. Sam began to whistle.
Hunting time.
He’d left her hanging—literally. Seline twisted and snarled, but she seemed to hang suspended courtesy of invisible hands. Sam wasn’t even around, but he still trapped her easily. Talk about a powerhouse.
Just what would happen when a demon came to “take care” of her? She bit back her anger and pulled in her energy. No sense wasting her power now. Okay, yes, she’d already smashed two chairs and a TV set, but she was back in control. She could think past the fury, and she knew she’d better save her power for whoever was unlucky enough to come in that room.
So she waited. Waited.
Time seemed to crawl by as she dangled in the air. Then finally the door began to creak open.
Cole’s dark head appeared. It figured that Sam would send his right-hand demon flunky to deal with her. Cole glanced at her, and his brows rose. Then he leaned back against the door frame, crossed his arms, and actually smirked.
Thanks for giving me a reason.
She blasted the jerk.
The fire at the warehouse was out. Now, all that remained was a sodden black mess that reeked of ash. A few firefighters were still at the scene, and Sam saw several cops and a human he tagged as an arson investigator scanning the area. They were making notes, talking to each other, and looking worried. This was way above their pay scale.
As the sun rose higher into the sky, Sam stood in the shadows of a nearby building and watched. Waited.
Rogziel. He’d wondered if the bastard was lurking around. Sam had been itching to rip that angel’s wings off for centuries. Pretentious prick.
And Seline had spent thirty years with him? Her whole life? Talk about a living hell.
Why would a punishment angel even take in a succubus? Didn’t make any sense. To stay with her, to keep watching her all this time… Why Rogziel? What made you develop such an interest in Seline? Hmm. Maybe that other half of hers did matter.
Brakes squealed as a familiar black van pulled to the curb near the blackened warehouse. Ah, he’d been wondering when the van would show again. Cole had traced the van back to a fake name and address. Interesting. So Rogziel was trying to cover his tracks a bit.
Two men jumped out of the vehicle, one with pale blond hair and one with hair a dark red. They talked to the cops. Gestured to the scene. Looked all angry and pissed.
Human minions.
What had happened to the good old days? The days when angels took care of the dirty work themselves, without hiring it out to the humans. Sometimes, you really had to get your lily-white hands dirty in order to get the job done.
His hands curled around the bars of the motorcycle he’d “borrowed” earlier. He watched the two males climb back inside the van, and when they took off, he was right on their trail.
Getting his hands dirty had never been a big problem for him.
“Get me down from here!” Seline screamed.
Cole slowly picked himself off the floor. He rubbed his jaw. She’d been feeling pissy, so she’d let his pretty-boy face slam into the bathroom door. “No can do, ma’am.” Texas flowed beneath his words.
Seline kicked out into the air. She was flailing like a freaking fish.
“Boss’s magic.” Cole gave a shrug. One of those I-don’t-give-a-fuck shrugs. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”
Fabulous. Sam had actually sicced his guard dog on her. “More likely, I’ll hurt you.”
A ghost of a smile lifted his lips. “I’m not the one who left you hanging.” Now his gaze drifted down her legs. “I don’t…ah…normally leave women like that.”
She stilled. No way was the demon Casanova hitting on her. But…
She was still riding high on the energy she’d taken from Sam. She’d never gotten a boost like that in her whole life. As far as she knew, she could be emitting some kind of succubus beacon. Come…let’s sex it up.
She lifted her hand. “Get the eyes off my legs or you’ll get another hit.” As if she didn’t have enough to deal with at the moment. “And get me down !”
He crossed his arms again—must be his favorite pose. Then as she glared at him, Cole slowly lifted his eyes and propped his back against the wall. “Only Sam can free you.”
“Then call him on the phone and tell him to put me down!” So she could go and kick his ass.
Cole shook his head and managed to look exceedingly unconcerned. How many times had he found floating women in his boss’s bedroom? Her jaw clenched so hard that her back teeth ached. Bastard. Was this a normal morning routine?
“I can’t go calling him now. Sorry, ma’am,” he finally drawled. “See, Sam doesn’t exactly trust you.”
Good enough for sex, not good enough for trust. Damn him.
Cole’s eyes flashed demon black and his handsome face hardened. “He doesn’t trust you, and neither do I.”
Well, so much for being a succubus beacon. Right then, Cole looked as if he could readily kill her.
The humans didn’t lead Sam to Az. They took him to a graveyard instead.
It was still too early for most tourists—he’d noticed they liked to hit the cemeteries in the evening or at night—so the place was deserted. Sam shoved down the kickstand on his motorcycle and waited a beat, then he followed the men past the old, wrought-iron gates.
He’d seen the humans grab a bag before they’d gone inside. He knew he wasn’t the only one hunting this day.
The tourists who came to New Orleans would be freaking terrified if they knew what really waited in those crypts. Then they’d stop leaving their offerings for voodoo queens and stop slipping in for “haunted” tours.
He knew what hid inside the coffins, but didn’t care enough to be terrified.
He watched as the men pried open a door and then slipped in an old vault. One that had been around since the late 1800s. Sam heard the shuffle of footsteps and then the sudden scream that erupted, a scream that seemed to burst from the crypt.
Sam tensed, but then the redhead came flying out of the crypt. His scream. The scream ended abruptly when the human hit the nearest monument.
Sam guessed the hunters had taken on prey they couldn’t handle.
If that “prey” killed the blonde before Sam got a chance to question him… I’ll lose valuable time.
He hated wasting time. Sighing, he rolled his shoulders and stalked forward. He’d just reached the old entrance to the white tomb when the explosion hit him. Fire raced around him—more fucking fire—and the world disappeared in a swirl of red.
Too late, he realized that he’d walked straight into a trap.
Seline fell to the floor. Her hands slapped against the hardwood even as her knees bruised at the jarring impact.
“What the hell?” Cole lunged forward.
Not so fast. She threw up her hand and sent a bolt of power at him. It crackled in the air like electricity, and it arched as it hit him dead center in the chest.
Normally a demon’s power didn’t work so well against another demon. But then, she wasn’t a demon. Not really. Not fully. So those “rules” didn’t work when she was playing.
She shoved back up to her feet even as a bad feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. “Why am I free?”
He grunted and rubbed his chest.
Seline lifted her arm. She didn’t like the possibilities that were running through her mind. She liked it even less when Cole snapped?—
“You’re free because Sam’s power must have just taken one major hit.”
And Cole wasn’t coming at her to attack. He’d jumped to his feet, and he was running out of the room, leaving her behind.
The right-hand demon, going to protect his big boss.
But if Sam needed protecting…
Then my plans are shot to hell.
Seline raced right after Cole, aware that she should still be pissed with the Fallen. But, instead, she was just worried.
Sam’s power must have taken one major hit.
No, dammit, no.
She needed him too much to lose him this soon.