DARK ANGEL'S SEDUCTION
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Table of Contents
CHAPTER 1: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 2: CALLIE
CHAPTER 3: RONI
CHAPTER 4: CALLIE
CHAPTER 5: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 6: CALLIE
CHAPTER 7: KIAN
CHAPTER 8: RONI
CHAPTER 9: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 10: CALLIE
CHAPTER 11: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 12: CALLIE
CHAPTER 13: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 14: CALLIE
CHAPTER 15: SHAWN
CHAPTER 16: TESSA
CHAPTER 17: JACKSON
CHAPTER 18: RONI
CHAPTER 19: CALLIE
CHAPTER 20: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 21: TESSA
CHAPTER 22: JACKSON
CHAPTER 23: CALLIE
CHAPTER 24: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 25: CALLIE
CHAPTER 26: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 27: RONI
CHAPTER 28: CAROL
CHAPTER 29: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 30: CALLIE
CHAPTER 31: RONI
CHAPTER 32: CALLIE
CHAPTER 33: CALLIE
CHAPTER 34: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 35: CALLIE
CHAPTER 36: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 37: RONI
CHAPTER 38: JACKSON
CHAPTER 39: TESSA
CHAPTER 40: ANANDUR
CHAPTER 41: CALLIE
CHAPTER 42: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 43: CALLIE
CHAPTER 44: LOSHAM
CHAPTER 45: CALLIE
CHAPTER 46: ANANDUR
CHAPTER 47: CALLIE
CHAPTER 48: CALLIE
CHAPTER 49: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 50: CALLIE
CHAPTER 51: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 52: CALLIE
CHAPTER 53: SHAWN
CHAPTER 54: CALLIE
CHAPTER 55: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 56: CALLIE
CHAPTER 57: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 58: CALLIE
CHAPTER 59: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 60: CALLIE
DARK ANGEL'S SEDUCTION
The Children Of The Gods Book 15
I. T. Lucas
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CHAPTER 1: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 2: CALLIE
CHAPTER 3: RONI
CHAPTER 4: CALLIE
CHAPTER 5: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 6: CALLIE
CHAPTER 7: KIAN
CHAPTER 8: RONI
CHAPTER 9: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 10: CALLIE
CHAPTER 11: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 12: CALLIE
CHAPTER 13: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 14: CALLIE
CHAPTER 15: SHAWN
CHAPTER 16: TESSA
CHAPTER 17: JACKSON
CHAPTER 18: RONI
CHAPTER 19: CALLIE
CHAPTER 20: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 21: TESSA
CHAPTER 22: JACKSON
CHAPTER 23: CALLIE
CHAPTER 24: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 25: CALLIE
CHAPTER 26: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 27: RONI
CHAPTER 28: CAROL
CHAPTER 29: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 30: CALLIE
CHAPTER 31: RONI
CHAPTER 32: CALLIE
CHAPTER 33: CALLIE
CHAPTER 34: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 35: CALLIE
CHAPTER 36: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 37: RONI
CHAPTER 38: JACKSON
CHAPTER 39: TESSA
CHAPTER 40: ANANDUR
CHAPTER 41: CALLIE
CHAPTER 42: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 43: CALLIE
CHAPTER 44: LOSHAM
CHAPTER 45: CALLIE
CHAPTER 46: ANANDUR
CHAPTER 47: CALLIE
CHAPTER 48: CALLIE
CHAPTER 49: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 50: CALLIE
CHAPTER 51: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 52: CALLIE
CHAPTER 53: SHAWN
CHAPTER 54: CALLIE
CHAPTER 55: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 56: CALLIE
CHAPTER 57: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 58: CALLIE
CHAPTER 59: BRUNDAR
CHAPTER 60: CALLIE
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CHAPTER 1: BRUNDAR
Faith.
Brundar had lost his so long ago, he couldn’t remember ever believing that there was any good in people.
Betrayal by someone you considered a brother, someone you loved and trusted with not only your heart but your very life, would do that to a guy.
He’d learned his lesson the hard way.
He trusted no one, depended on no one, except himself and his sword arm and his aim.
Deadly.
It was more than a description, it was his essence.
He was the Grim Reaper.
Or at least he had been until Calypso had turned his world upside down. The sense of vertigo was disturbing, destructive, dangerous to a warrior who depended on a quiet mind to maintain the focus crucial to his survival.
The only antidote was distance.
Not his resolve because his was worth shit, and not his logical mind because it barely functioned in Calypso’s presence.
The further away from her he got, the more time that passed since he’d been with her, the clearer his thoughts became.
One would think that he would utilize the one remedy available to him and stay the hell away from her. But no, apparently he was a glutton for the fucking vertigo because time and again he returned for more.
If Brundar had had any faith left in him, he would have prayed to the Fates for guidance. But the bitches were a myth, existing only in the minds of fools. As to those made of flesh and blood, he had no friends, and the only one even remotely close to him was his brother, who was the equivalent of an old yenta and the last person Brundar wanted to confide in or ask for help. Anandur would do anything for him, he never doubted it, but he would exact a payment in the form of information to feed his insatiable hunger for fresh gossip he could spread around.
With a sigh, Brundar filled the carafe with water from the filter and poured it into the coffeemaker.
“What’s that grim face for?” Anandur asked as he entered the kitchen.
Brundar ignored him.
But naturally, Anandur wouldn’t let it go. “You seem gloomier than usual. What’s the matter, no food?” He pulled the fridge door open. “Do not despair, bro. We have leftover Italian.” He took out the container.
Brundar regarded his brother with a grimace. “Only you can eat pasta for breakfast.”
“You’re welcome to cook. I would like an omelet with a side of hash and four pieces of toast,” Anandur teased. “But since you won’t…” he shrugged. Forking a swirl of cold macaroni straight from the container, he stuffed it into his mouth.
The guy could eat anything, including a week-old moldy pizza and food leftovers on other people’s plates.
Charming and easygoing, Ana
ndur had the capacity to feel for his partners and yet never get attached or possessive. No woman ever harbored ill feelings toward him, and not because he made sure they didn’t remember him. The guy’s thrall was so pathetically weak, he could barely erase the memory of his bite.
How the hell did he manage to keep his heart open while protecting it from emotional attachment?
“Let me ask you something?” Brundar poured himself coffee.
“Ask,” Anandur said with a mouthful of pasta.
“You were fond of that Russian you pumped for information, right?”
Out of all the Guardians, Anandur was the only one who would take on a mission like that. He had no qualms about pretending to be a lowly deck boy or seducing one of Alex’s all-female Russian yacht crew.
Acting the bum was one thing. Anandur probably had fun with that. But agreeing to whore himself out was another.
Thankfully, Kian had never asked Brundar to do anything even remotely of that nature. He was a lousy actor, and using sex as a tool was abhorrent to him. Give him a weapon, point out an enemy to kill, and he’d deal with it.
Even if he hadn’t had issues with the morality of such underhanded acts, he was too rigid for subterfuge.
“Yeah, she was a fine piece of ass. Not the sharpest brain, but the shapeliest legs. Beautiful and strong.” Anandur flexed his biceps. “I mean muscle strong. When she wrapped those around me and squeezed, believe me, I felt it.” Anandur shifted himself in his pants.
Evidently, he remembered Lana quite fondly.
“But even though you liked her and spent a few weeks with her, you had no problem saying goodbye.”
Anandur grabbed a mug and filled it from the carafe. “Not entirely true. I was worried about how she would take it. But Lana is a tough cookie and life-smart. She said she didn’t feel it either. It wasn’t love. We parted as good friends.” He took a sip of coffee.
“What would you have done if she’d clung to you?”
“Then it would have been a bitch. I don’t like hurting people. Not unless they earned it, that is. Alex, for example, I had no problem hurting. The scumbag got off easy with entombment. I would have flayed his skin off first.”
“I would have helped.”
They nodded to each other in agreement.
It warmed Brundar’s cold heart that his brother wasn’t all that different from him. On the outside, the guy might have appeared the charming and good-natured one; on the inside, though, he was just as bloodthirsty and cruel as Brundar.
But unlike those they hunted, he and his brother reserved their wrath for those who’d earned it. Alex and other scum like him who kidnapped people and sold them into slavery didn’t deserve mercy. They deserved eternal damnation in the deepest, most fiery pits of hell, in the company of other soulless creatures who preyed on the weak.
Anandur put the mug on the counter and lifted the box of leftovers, taking another forkful. “Why all the questions? Do you need advice on how to dump someone?”
“No.”
Anandur’s smile turned into a frown. “When you actually want to talk, come find me.” He stood up and threw the empty container in the trash.
If Brundar wanted advice, he needed to keep talking. “Did you ever feel like you wanted to keep one of the human women you hooked up with?”
Anandur shook his head. “No. Do you want to keep yours?”
Brundar should have known better than to turn to his brother. He needed answers, not more questions. Anandur was as blunt as ever, but not helpful in the least.
“As what? A pet? Keep her locked up until she gets old and dies?”
With a sigh, Anandur patted his shoulder. “It’s tough to have feelings for a human. I can’t believe I’m saying that to you, not when I’ve been waiting for centuries to hear your heart beating again, but you need to get rid of the girl sooner rather than later. It’s a shame because I’m glad to see you finally thawing, but the longer you wait, the harder it’s going to be. I don’t want to see you break.”
Regrettably, Anandur had no magical solution. His words echoed Brundar’s to the letter.
“Can I trust you not to breathe a word of this to anyone?”
“All you have to do is ask, and it’s done. Did you ever know me to reveal a secret I was asked to keep?”
Brundar thought back to Anandur’s many years of gossiping, and the truth was that he’d never betrayed the confidence of anyone who’d asked him to keep a secret.
He dipped his head in a slight bow. “My apologies for insinuating a flaw of character. The insult was unwarranted.”
Anandur rolled his eyes. “Sheesh, so formal. Apology accepted.” He clapped Brundar on the shoulder. “Good luck with your lady friend. Whatever you decide to do, you can count on me to back you up.”
“I know.”
“Good. Sometimes I’m not sure you remember that.”
CHAPTER 2: CALLIE
Waking up alone wasn’t a big surprise. But it was disappointing nonetheless. Callie hadn’t expected Brundar to stay the night, but a tiny part of her had wished he would.
This morning, her heart and her mind were in an even greater state of sensory overload than the day before. Probably because she’d had time to process. She needed to talk about what had happened between them. She needed to feel connected to the man with whom she’d shared so many firsts.
The girl who’d married the first guy she’d had sex with, had celebrated her divorce by seducing a dangerous man who was so far from the norm he was practically an alien. And she wasn’t referring to Brundar’s sexual proclivities which were strange to say the least.
Look who’s talking.
As if she’d been an innocent lamb who had no idea what she was getting herself into. Brundar had been honest and upfront about everything, and yet, fully informed of his preferences, Callie had pursued him with a single-minded determination. On his side, he had done everything he could to deter her.
Was that why she’d gone after him like she’d never gone after any guy before?
Perhaps she’d subconsciously considered his reluctance a challenge?
Or was it something else?
What did it say about her that she’d chosen a bondage aficionado as her first after Shawn?
Way to come out with a bang, Callie.
It had been amazing.
She hadn’t known such heights of sensory pleasure were even possible. And she hadn’t expected a guy who kept his heart locked in an impenetrable box to be so completely selfless either.
Knowing that without a condom he couldn’t take it any further, he’d pleasured her into oblivion and then refused her offer to reciprocate orally because she’d been exhausted by the experience.
On the other hand, had the lack of condom been an excuse? And if yes, why?
Callie had no plausible answer for that.
Why would a guy deliberately choose to go home with a giant case of blue balls? And it wasn’t as if Brundar hadn’t been affected. She’d seen the evidence of his arousal even though he’d never taken off his pants.
One thing Callie knew for sure, as soon as she made it to a pharmacy, she was going to buy a bunch of them.
The thing was, it wasn’t all about sex, and emotionally Callie had been left bereft. She needed more from a relationship, even a casual one. But then, she should’ve been prepared for that. What had she expected from a guy whose range of emotions spanned between indifferent to marginally interested, or from stoic to mildly amused?
Nevertheless, Brundar’s quiet presence had been reassuring. She loved having him around even though she was the one doing all the talking and his responses were limited to an occasional nod or a single word.
It was strange how this man who seemed as cold as a marble statue had managed to fill the apartment with warmth. In his absence, the place felt like the temporary shelter it was and not a home.
Maybe she could call Brundar and invite him to stop by and have lunch with her. They could t
alk, or rather she would talk, and Brundar would do his statue impersonation. It was better than the silence, better than the vacuum in which her thoughts ran in circles with no anchor.
She had his number, but he’d given it with explicit instructions to use only in emergencies. Was there a way she could claim her need to see him was an emergency?
For her it was.
Right. The last thing she should do was to appear clingy and needy, not unless she wanted to see him run leaving skid marks on the sidewalk.
He would be at the club tonight. She could hold out until then.
A cup of coffee in hand, Callie sat down at her dining table and opened a book, ready to put in her two hours of studying.
After half an hour Callie gave up. At the rate she’d been going, it would’ve taken her double the time to go over the same material. She couldn’t concentrate, reading the same paragraph over and over again and still not getting what she was reading because thoughts of Brundar kept interfering.
Crap. She needed someone to talk to before her head exploded.
Calling Brundar was out, and calling Dawn was still dangerous, which left only one person.
Miriam. Or Miri as the barmaid liked to be called.
They’d exchanged numbers with the vague promise to hang out sometimes. Maybe she should take her new friend up on that offer.
With spiked blue hair, arms that were covered in tattoos starting at the wrist and going all the way up to her shoulders, a nose stud, and a dirty mouth, Miri wasn’t the type Callie would’ve normally befriended.
But this was the old Callie who for the past two years had been living under a rock. The new Callie was all about grabbing life by the horns, which translated into taking chances, experimenting with new sensations, and getting to know new people.
Pulling her phone out of her purse, she rang Miri.
“Yeah.”
“Hi, it’s Callie. Do you want to hang out before work?”
“I do, but I have a nail appointment.”
Miri’s nails were tiny works of arts, and she changed the designs on a weekly basis.
“How about after your appointment?”
“I have a better idea. Come with me.”
“To the nail place?”
“Yeah. Yours could use some decorations.”