Erin’s grin turned sassy. “Oh yeah?”
“Uh yeah.” Veiron snaked his hands around her hips and drew her up against the hard planes of his body, causing her stomach to quiver. His gaze flickered down to her mouth and she tipped her head back, luring him in for a kiss.
Apollyon cleared his throat. “And on that note... since it seems that the two of you will be alright here until they arrive, I must leave. I have been away from Serenity for too long and I desire to see her again.”
Erin nodded and drew back from Veiron. She understood that need and she wished she had the strength left in her to teleport him back to his home in Paris and the woman waiting for him there.
“Thank you for helping us.” She held her hand out to him and he just smiled.
“I will see you again soon enough. I am sure my little witch will want to meet you once she learns you are with child, and it will be safer now if we remain together.” Apollyon unleashed his black wings and ran his hands down them, preening his feathers. “Until then.”
He beat his wings, blowing sand against her legs, and lifted into the air.
Erin waved.
Apollyon turned, flapped his wings again and disappeared beyond the palm trees.
Veiron squeezed Erin’s shoulders.
She waited.
“So... alone at last,” he said, as casual as anything, and she smiled, turned and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Indeed.” She stared up into his eyes. Red and gold ringed his dilated pupils, a corona around them that she had always liked because it told her that she was bringing out his wicked side. “We probably have a little time before Amelia and Marcus arrive.”
She bit her lip and swirled her fingers in circles over his back.
“You’re all filthy. I think you need to wash.” She moved her hands lower, over the metal strips that protected his bottom.
Veiron pursed his lips and then cracked a smile. “No amount of washing could stop me from being filthy.”
She laughed, happiness bubbling up and bringing her smile out. “I missed you.”
Veiron grabbed her backside and raised her up him, so her eyes were level with his. “I missed you too. Thank you for not listening to Amelia and not giving up on me.”
Erin wrapped her arms around his neck. “I will never give up on you, and I will never listen to Amelia. Never have. It drives her crazy.”
“You drive me crazy too.” Veiron turned and started carrying her towards the water.
“But it’s a good sort of crazy.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and stared into his eyes. He flashed a smile but it faded a second later.
“The Devil lost both of his pawns today. He will seek to gain us back or destroy us, just as Heaven and Hell seek to destroy Amelia and Marcus.”
“You think he’ll come after us soon?” Erin didn’t like that thought.
The Devil had come close to killing Veiron and she couldn’t lose him again. She had wanted to end their fight but now she just wanted to rest and regain her strength, and train hard with her powers so when they next faced danger, they would be victorious.
Veiron shook his head. “Amelia and Marcus will be here, and Apollyon will come back, as will the others. Together we are too powerful for him. He may have healed himself but he’s still weakened and he’s trapped in Hell. He will bide his time, waiting for his chance.”
Waiting for their son to be born. She knew in her heart that was what Veiron wasn’t saying. The Devil wanted their child as his vessel.
She would never let that happen.
Joined with Marcus and Amelia, Apollyon and the others, they had the power to take on Heaven and Hell, and end this vicious game forever. She would take her father’s place on the throne in Hell, the balance would be maintained, and she could use the power of her realm to protect everyone she loved. Heaven would never get its hands on Amelia. Everyone would be safe.
Veiron set her down and the warm water lapped at her shins.
She stared up into his striking eyes, skimmed her hands down his arms and covered his.
“We will have our revenge, Erin,” Veiron whispered, the gold in his eyes brightening and chasing the darkness away. “But right now there is something more important that needs our attention.”
He settled his hands over her stomach and smiled down at her with so much love and affection in his eyes that she couldn’t help smiling back at him.
Erin held his hands to her stomach and then shifted them around to her hips. His pupils dilated and his gaze dropped to her mouth.
“I can think of something more urgent that requires your attention,” she said and his lips quirked into a smile.
“Do tell,” he husked and slowly lowered his head towards her, his gaze fixed on her lips.
“Me.” Erin tiptoed and captured his lips with hers. He pulled her against him and she sighed into his mouth, loving the feel of his hard body against hers. He slanted his head and softly brushed his lips over hers, until her insides lightened and began to heat and she felt as though she would float away if he let go of her. His grip tightened as though he had sensed it, or perhaps had felt the same, and she smiled against his mouth, savouring his kiss and how it felt to be reunited with him, memories and all. She had never needed anything as much as she needed Veiron, and now they would always be together. His hands shifted to her backside and she giggled and pressed her forehead against his. “You’re insatiable. I only have so long before I blow up like a balloon. Will you still love me then?”
He laughed. “You’re mine... now and for all eternity... and I will love you forever, Erin... both of you.”
“And you’re mine.” She pressed a soft kiss to his lips and then looked down between them, and back up into his eyes. “And we’ll love you forever too.”
Erin smiled and kissed him again, her tongue brushing the seam of his mouth. He opened to her and groaned as she swept her tongue along his, and she moaned with him and leaned into the kiss, relishing it and the fact that nothing could come between them now.
They would hone their powers.
They would fight the Devil.
They would win.
And they would have their forever.
The Devil’s daughter and her demonic angel.
And their son.
The End
Her Wicked Angel
The King of Demons and the Devil’s right hand man, Asmodeus is a dark angel born of evil and created for destruction. When his master orders him to venture into the mortal world and retrieve a female for him, he seizes the chance to leave Hell for the first time, uncaring of what the Devil has planned for her… until he sets eyes on the most beautiful woman he has ever seen—a female who awakens new feelings within his black heart, unleashing passion so intense that it controls him and desire he cannot resist.
He will not let his wretched master have her. She will belong to him.
Liora is a witch with a bad reputation and an obsession with fighting demons. A mission gone wrong sees her sent to Paris to cool off, but when a dark and deadly warrior with a gaze of golden fire lands in her life, she ends up burning hotter than Hell for the wicked angel. Nothing will stand between her and the immense, forbidding male. Not her cousin. Not Asmodeus’s sworn enemy and twin, Apollyon. And certainly not the Devil.
Caught up in a tempest of danger and soul-searing passion, can they survive against the odds and seize their forever after?
Table of Contents for HER WICKED ANGEL
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chap
ter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
CHAPTER 1
It was a black day in Hell.
Asmodeus stood high above the bottomless pit, his amber gaze locked on the tall obsidian spires in the distance. Screams and sobs rose up from below him on the hot air, the grunts of their tormentors a harsher note in a symphony he so often enjoyed. The demons were busy today. He had been busy too until he had felt the call of his master.
As much as he had wanted to keep the Devil waiting while he had finished his latest masterpiece, he had dropped everything and left his castle in the wastelands via a portal that had brought him to the plateau above the bottomless pit.
And there he stood, debating how long he could put off crossing the cragged, grim landscape to the Devil’s fortress before his master lost his temper and called him again.
Asmodeus enjoyed pushing the male right to the limit of his patience. There was something satisfying about irritating his so-called master. The Devil would be able to sense his proximity and that he hadn't moved in close to twenty minutes. It was a game of wills he often played with him. Who would break first?
The call came again, stronger than it had been before, a tug he felt as a physical yank on his ribs, pulling him forwards towards the fortress.
A reminder that he was given freedom in Hell, but he was not master of it.
Asmodeus tipped forwards and plummeted towards the snaking wide ribbon of lava hundreds of feet below. Hot air rushed at him, sweeping his black hair back, battering his bare chest and ruffling his feathers. He stretched his obsidian wings to their full span, caught a thermal and levelled out just metres from the fiery surface of one of the principal rivers in Hell.
He gave a leisurely flap to keep his altitude and glided across the black, forbidding terrain.
Hell’s angels stalked the land below him in their demonic forms. Dragon-like wings furled against their huge black bodies and their claws made quick work of the whimpering lesser demons they were dealing with for their master. Some demons were little more than pests in Asmodeus’s eyes, and the eyes of his master. They caused more trouble than they were worth.
Asmodeus grinned, turned into a barrel roll and swooped down at one of the small scaly brown demons. He plucked it from the ground, had snapped its neck before it could even loose a shriek, and dropped it on the head of one of the Hell’s angels in charge of cleaning up the area. The male snarled at him, exposing sharp red teeth, the fires of Hell burning in his crimson eyes.
Asmodeus flipped him off and beat his black feathered wings, resuming his course. He weaved as he flew, following the thermals that would carry him to the Devil’s fortress without him having to expend any effort. What did his master want with him?
He didn’t bother Asmodeus often. Normally, when he called upon him, it was to give him an important mission. Torture a captive demon for information on the angels. Track down a traitor in one of the more dangerous regions of Hell. Drown someone in a lake of lava.
Kill one of the angels who protected the plateau, Heaven’s only sanctioned area in Hell.
Personally, Asmodeus couldn’t see why they had access to any part of Hell. No creature of this realm was allowed to set foot in Heaven unless they were shackled and contained in the prison there. How was that fair? If Heaven could station a small contingent of angels in Hell, then Hell should be allowed to station some of its men in Heaven.
Asmodeus’s grin widened.
He had sent his pet there recently. How had he fared?
Nevar had been a guardian angel until Asmodeus had found him snooping at the pool that recorded the history of the three realms. He had dealt with the curious angel, battling him until he was weak and then pushing him over the edge. The male was tainted now, turning as wicked as his new master. Asmodeus.
He had wanted Nevar to shake Heaven, but it seemed his wolf had failed to blow down the fortress as instructed. Perhaps he should have waited until Nevar had grown stronger, the darkness within him in full control, but patience had never been his strong suit. It was part of the reason he often lost the game of wills he played with the Devil and something he was working on. Now, Asmodeus had lost track of Nevar. What was he up to?
Asmodeus wanted to know, but since he had sent the angel to Heaven and he could not leave Hell, it was impossible for him to find out. He didn’t doubt that their paths would cross again soon. Nevar had been hell-bent on killing him the last time they had seen each other. The male would be hunting him down soon enough and then Asmodeus would command him to return to Heaven and succeed this time, or die trying.
He beat his wings and shot over the spires of black rock that curved around the semi-circular courtyard of the Devil’s obsidian fortress.
The tall twin black doors opened, revealing a crack of orange light and the silhouette of a figure that looked tiny in comparison.
Asmodeus lowered his feet and glided down to land on the black flagstones. He set down on his left foot and casually walked from there, furling his large wings against his bare back at the same time. The feathers grazed the gold-edged black strips of armour protecting his hips with each step and the longest ones curled forwards to caress his black knee-high leather boots and the metal plates that shielded his shins.
The Devil reached the top of the steps that led down from his fortress and straightened out the cuffs of his impeccable black suit jacket in a way that told Asmodeus he was on the verge of losing his cool.
The handsome black-haired male lifted his amber gaze and pinned Asmodeus with a glare that sent a shiver through him. A bolt of fire and lightning followed it, zinging through his blood and bones, a fierce reminder of the power this male wielded and a warning not to keep him waiting again.
The power flowing over him grew stronger and Asmodeus gritted his teeth as his knees trembled and fought to remain standing, refusing to succumb to the Devil’s will.
He would never go to his knees unwillingly.
Never.
Asmodeus clenched his fists, every muscle tensing against the strain of remaining upright. Sweat broke out across his brow. His limbs shook and his breathing quickened, but he kept his gaze locked on the Devil’s, holding it and showing him that he wouldn’t back down.
He would not submit.
A curvaceous naked female stepped out of the fortress, wavering as she walked slowly towards the Devil, a distant look in her dark eyes. She draped her hands over his shoulders and rubbed herself against his back, mewling softly at the same time.
The Devil huffed and the pressure bearing down on Asmodeus lifted.
“Go back inside,” the Devil muttered and touched the female’s hand. She obeyed, turning away from him and plodding back into the fortress.
The Devil had been busy recently.
His Hell’s angels had been bringing him female after female for him to seduce ever since his daughter, Erin, and the traitor Hell’s angel had escaped his grasp. The Devil had even taken to keeping some of the mortal women with him at the fortress, creating himself a harem.
Attempting to bring another child into this dark world.
A difficult task to accomplish when there were few females strong enough to bring his child to term.
Erin was a rare success in a sea of failures.
The Devil had only managed to produce one single offspring in thousands of years of trying.
Asmodeus didn’t think his current desperate tactic of sleeping with as many females as possible in an extremely short span of time would produce the result the male was looking for. Erin would birth her child soon and then she would be back to fight her father for his throne.
Asmodeus couldn’t wait.
Hell was about to get very interesting.
Until then, Asmodeus was content with amusing himself watching the Devil grow increasingly frustrated and desperate. W
eak.
He had never seen the Devil this weak before, not in the thousands of years he had lived.
“What business do you have with me?” Asmodeus casually preened his feathers, preparing them for the flight home, and ignored the Devil’s scowl.
The male hated it when he spoke to him without an ounce of respect. Everyone else under his command simpered and scraped at his feet. As far as Asmodeus was concerned, the Devil had enough pathetic creatures kissing his expensive Italian leather shoes. Asmodeus wasn’t about to join them. He was above them.
The Devil’s right hand man.
A male created for destruction and bloodshed.
“You are to travel to the mortal realm and retrieve a female for me.”
Asmodeus’s black eyebrows pinched in a frown and it took him a moment to absorb exactly what the Devil had said and the connotations it contained.
One, he was ordering him to lower himself to the role of minion, retrieving him another female for his harem. Treating him like a servant. That irked him. He was not just another of the Devil’s servants.
Two, he was offering him a taste of the mortal world, granting him leave to step outside the environs of Hell for the first time in his existence. That intrigued Asmodeus. He had always wanted to see the mortal realm with his own eyes and experience it.
Asmodeus stared at him, weighing his options. Swallow his pride and finally fly in the world above, seeing the buildings and the colours, and all the things he had only ever seen in the pool on the plateau, or tell the Devil to stick it and spend the next week in the cells, probably tortured, possibly maimed permanently for his disobedience.
Asmodeus swallowed his pride and it tasted bitter. “Fine.”
The Devil grinned, revealing short fangs. “Good. You will find her in Paris, in the middle of the park near the base of the Eiffel Tower. She will be wearing crimson and black. Bring her to me.”
Asmodeus nodded, took a step backwards and then turned away from the Devil.
He threw his hand out in front of him and a black vortex appeared, swirling like smoke. It had been many centuries since he had bothered practicing glamours and veils, having given up on ever leaving Hell and having no need for changing his appearance in this realm. He hoped he hadn’t forgotten how to cast them.
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