Carlos was good at using weaknesses.
“You take him, Julia,” he said with a wave of his claws because she was all but salivating and Elijah had told him what that he needed to know. “Mátelo.” Kill him.
There was no point in wasting more time. Especially not when there was new prey to hunt.
Julia crouched near the edge of the grave. “You were right, before, demon. I do see you.”
He blinked and looked a little lost.
“I see the f**king monster inside, and I’m gonna rip him out.” She lunged at him.
Elijah’s screams filled the night.
Carlos turned away from them, his mind already on the vampire. Tracking her would be easy enough. Her kind always left a trail of blood in their wake.
There was no fighting the bloodlust for them. They couldn’t fight what they really were.
He glanced down at his claws. When it came to the Other, humanity was only skin deep.
Elijah screamed again.
And that skin could rip so easily.
CHAPTER NINE
His heart thundered in his ears, and the wild beat shook his chest. Keenan pushed up onto his elbows and stared down at Nicole. Pleasure still hummed through his blood. The orgasm had pounded through him—and he wanted more.
No wonder humans had sex so much. Sex was … addictive.
Not as messy as it had seemed. Hot. Wild.
So much better than his dreams.
Her hands were on his back, sliding down over his skin, and his c**k thickened again inside her.
Once wouldn’t be nearly enough to sate the hunger that had been growing within him.
“Was that …” She stopped and licked her lips. “For a first time, you sure seemed to know what you were doing.”
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the curve of her shoulder. I’ve seen plenty of sex. There wasn’t a move he didn’t understand. Mentally, he knew it all.
But the actual physical experience was something that he’d gotten only with her. And there was so much more he wanted to do.
“Ah … Keenan …” Her hands slipped forward and pushed on his shoulders. “Again?”
Surprise lifted her voice. Why? What had she expected? He smiled down at her. “We’re just getting started.”
Her eyes had eased back to green but as he pulled back and began to thrust again, he saw the emerald slowly bleed away.
The edge of her sharpened teeth peeked out from behind her lips—the fangs she’d sunk into his flesh.
Her bite hadn’t brought pain. Not even close.
Just pleasure. A sensual kick so powerful he’d shuddered.
He wanted her bite again.
He thrust harder, deeper. Her sex was slick from her climax, his, and so tight—a hot, clinging clasp that stroked over every inch of his cock.
This time, though, he wanted to watch her. Wanted to watch every flicker of emotion on her face.
In. Deeper.
His spine tightened.
Her legs squeezed him, so tight. Her sex—incredible.
“Harder this time,” she whispered, those fangs peeking at him. “You don’t have to be careful with me.”
But he felt like he should be. She was small. Delicate, and—
Nicole laughed and pushed up, a fast, strong move and Keenan found himself on his back, staring up at her.
“You keep forgetting …” A different note had entered her voice now. Darker, sadder. “I’m not the same woman you watched before.”
His c**k still lodged within her and she straddled his thighs. She caught his hands, brought them up to cup her br**sts, then she started to move. Lifting up, gliding down. The rhythm built. Faster. Harder.
Her breath heaved out as her gaze bored into him. “I can take anything … you’ve … got.”
She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Keenan shot up as the thread of his control broke away. He caught her head and pushed her mouth to his neck. “Bite me.” Because he wanted, needed that wild surge that came when she—
Bit.
Her teeth pierced him. His hands clamped on her waist and he yanked her up, down, thrusting, driving deep, and a groan tore from his throat.
His hands were too hard. His thrusts too strong.
Her mouth just right. Her body …
Yes.
Deeper, harder. Her nails raked him. She licked his throat, and his c**k jerked inside her.
Then he felt the ripples of her release, the hard squeeze of her sex around him as she came.
He exploded inside of her. Keenan’s body stiffened, and the drumming of his heartbeat echoed in his ears as he climaxed. And as he came, she tilted back her head and stared up at him.
Dark, dark eyes …
His right hand curled around her chin, and his lips pressed against hers.
Pleasure hummed through him, so much pleasure, but at that simple touch of lips—such a light touch—he saw …
Death.
The vision came to him, as had a thousand others over the years. Death angels always had a vision of their charges’ last moment … the better to know when to give the touch.
This time, he once again saw his charge’s death. Her death.
Nicole lay in a pool of blood. A wooden stake pierced her chest. Blood trickled from her lips. “It’s … okay …” Her voice was broken, just like her body.
And he was there. His fingers closed around the stake as she tried to pull it out.
“This time you can’t save her.”
He spun and saw Az.
“No one can save her.”
“Keenan?” Nicole squeezed his shoulders. “Keenan, are you okay?”
The vision vanished. It was just him and Nicole again. In bed. In each other’s arms.
He forced a smile to his lips.
But she shook her head. “What happened? You left me …”
“No.” Said instantly. “I won’t.” Az was wrong. The vision was wrong.
But the visions were never wrong. And Az couldn’t lie.
He shoved back the fear and fury as he pulled Nicole down onto the bed and held her tight. Her heart raced beneath his hands, the beat reassuring him. For now, she lived.
He just had to make sure she stayed alive. In order for her to keep living, he’d have to fight the angels.
His gaze drifted around the room. No telltale scent of flowers teased his nose, but that vision had come from somewhere. Since he’d fallen, he shouldn’t see the images anymore. If he couldn’t see them on his own, then that meant someone had sent that death picture to him. Someone who was one serious ass**le.
Az.
Keenan’s stare centered on the ceiling. Want to play rough, Az? Then let’s play, angel. Let’s play.