Using one finger, he slid inside her tightness before he leaned forward and licked her.
Her legs curled around his shoulders. He continued to lick her as his finger slid in and out, drawing her orgasm closer. When he added a second finger, she twisted on the bed above him, crying out his name in glorious desperation.
She’s ready.
Standing, he slid his boxers off. Her gaze went to his erection, and he was pleased by the hunger in her eyes. He gripped her hips and eased into her.
She moaned, and her hands grasped the sheets above her head. Inch by inch he took her, loving the way her body held him tight. Just the thought of her, wet and aching for him, made him want to spill his seed right then.
He had to go slow, to wait for her to catch up. He thought of the stock market, thought of baseball. Anything else but the beautiful angel lying beneath him.
As he eased in and out of her, building a rhythm, he ordered himself not to come. He refused to explode before she did.
When he reached between them and began to rub her clit with each thrust of his body, her inner muscles suddenly squeezed him cruelly and she exploded over the edge. His thoughts of stocks and sports spun away, and he cried out as his seed filled her.
His orgasm was hard and long. He didn’t want to stop thrusting into her. He didn’t ever want to leave her again.
When he collapsed on top of her, the room was filled with their heavy breathing. She held him close, and he knew he was a fool to think he could ever be without her in his bed.
But he wondered if she felt the same.
She’d come to him for a reason, and not his brothers, and deep inside he knew it. She wanted to share his bed, but she wasn’t ready for more.
I hope I’m wrong, but I doubt it.
Surcy pushed his shoulder, and he rolled to the side of her. His hands reached out for her, but she was already crawling from the bed. He dropped his hands and watched, not blinking, as she dressed rapidly.
Before she turned back to him, he steeled his heart, knowing what was to come.
“Uh, thanks, Daniel.”
Thanks? Fuck that hurt.
“Any time.”
She hurried from his room as if hell hounds were nipping at her feet.
He lay on the bed for a long time, enjoying the scent of her. In his mind he imagined everything that had taken place, over and over again, as he tried to memorize every moment of it.
Surcy didn’t love him yet. She’d just wanted to sleep with him.
He wished that was enough for him, but it wasn’t.
His chest ached, but he told himself that he just needed to be more patient. She would come around. Yet, as he rolled to his side, the pain in his chest remained sharp and cruel as if to whisper, and what if she never comes around?
Chapter Twenty-Nine
C aine stood outside the tall stone fence that surrounded the demon’s home. On the street, every light had gone out, stolen by his darkness spreading along the ground like a dark fog. Floating above the fence, he flinched as he slid through their protective barrier. It served to keep him and his angels from teleporting in, but nothing could stop him from simply floating through it.
As he ventured above the overgrowth of a badly tamed garden, he sensed the druid’s magic weaved through it all. Vines attempted to rise up and attach to him, but they moved right through him instead.
With each day that passes, my powers grow stronger.
When he neared the house, he saw a shape upon the balcony of one of the rooms. Instantly he knew it was the angel. His soldier. His property.
As he grew closer, he saw the troubled expression on her face. Such a beautiful face.
When the light in her room went out, she turned and looked back at it, frowning. Does she remember this is a sign of my coming? Does she know the fate that is about to befall her?
She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders more tightly and went back to staring out at the gardens. For some reason, it pleased him that she wouldn’t expect his visit.
Remaining hidden, he moved to stand beside her. She shivered, and he leaned closer, letting his dark magic curl around her. Her breath came out in a puff.
She stiffened, but if she knew he was there, she didn’t react.
And then he made himself visible.
He noticed the instant she saw the dark cloud of smoke that surrounded her. She spun, but it was too late. He grasped her by the throat and knocked her back against the wall.
“Caine!”
She was trying to yell, but his magic caught the sound and turned it into a whisper.
“So, my little spy, what do you have to tell me?”
Her eyes widened. “I won’t tell you anything!”
He smiled. This is fun. “That’s just the thing. As my angel, you don’t have choice.”
Diving into her mind, he loved knowing that no one else could hear her pained scream. He rifled through her thoughts and memories over her time with the demons. Most of it was useless, facts he either knew or assumed, but one thing stood out to him.
What is that necklace?
So that’s how they were finding the gods. It was cloaked in an ancient magic. No one who could abuse the power could see it. If it weren’t for his spy, it’s existence may have remained hidden from him forever.
Pulling out of her mind, she sagged in his arms.
He dragged her to the bed, but kept his hand closed around her throat.
“You won’t—get away with this,” she panted.
Again he smiled, even knowing that she couldn’t see his face. “That’s the thing. I already have.”
He stripped her mind of the memories that contained his visit, then forced her into sleep.
When he stepped back from her, he stared. Such a good little angel.
Now he knew their weakness. He just had to get the necklace. They would be alive and they would no longer be a problem to him.
But such ancient magic is usually connected to its host in a dangerous way. Caine wondered what taking the necklace would do to the young druid.
As he left her bedroom, satisfaction surged through him. The war had barely begun, and already he had won.
Chapter Thirty
S ummer jerked out of the vision, her heart racing. She sprung from her bed and stumbled into the beads that hung in the doorway between her bedroom and her shop.
What the hell was that?
A dark creature. A woman at his mercy. And the way he invaded her mind…
She smacked into the side of a wall and tumbled to the ground, still disoriented. She lay there, stunned, aching in places she shouldn't. Her hip had hit the wall a little too hard and her knees were banged up, but her tears had nothing to do with her physical pain.
That creature… Caine. From Daniel's memories, she knew him, had heard the name before. She knew the woman was the angel Surcy.
She didn’t want to care about what happened to the demon and his lover. Each time she helped him, she knew that he didn’t return her affections. He wanted no one but the angel.
And yet, she’d hoped by helping him it left the slightest possibility that one day he could look at her with half the love he looked at the angel-woman with.
She wiped the tears from her eyes.
That creature had been terrifying, its powers the stuff of nightmares. The idea of it continuing to torture the angel filled her with a fear that chilled her blood.
A smart woman would keep the vision to herself. She would avoid Daniel and the angel. Getting any more involved with a being that powerful was a bad idea.
And yet, she felt the desire to call Daniel and warn him.
What should I do? Risk my life for a man who doesn’t love me?
Or tell no one? She remained on the floor for a long time after the vision, inhaling the sweet smell of her incense and asking herself whether she could really stand by and do nothing.
Because if I stay quiet, I’m damning them all.
As
the sun rose, she knew what she had to do. She prayed she wouldn't live to regret it.
~ If you enjoyed Rebel Lover, you might like another story from this world, Renegade Hunter, while I’m working on book two in Surcy’s story.~
More by Lacey Carter Andersen
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Lacey's goal is to write short romances and erotica romances that make your heart pound. She strives for stories with creative worlds, sexy characters, and plots that are fun to follow. In her free time...well, she doesn't have a lot of free time. But in her mind, one day Lacey hopes to travel the world and enjoy a beach or two. Maybe even sleep in every once in a while.
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