Midnight Sins (Midnight 2)

If they’d ended up on the ground, he wouldn’t have cared. As long as he’d was inside her…

Her legs were open, the pink folds of her sex glistening and tempting him. He caught his c**k in one hand. Lodged it against that creamy slit.

“Now, love,” she whispered.

He thrust as deep as he could go.

Their eyes met.

He withdrew.

Thrust.

Again. Again. Again.

He covered her mouth to muffle her moans.

To muffle his own.

His thrusts shoved the table across the floor. Cara held on to him, her fingers digging into his arms, her nails scoring his flesh.

He felt her come, that same, wild, mad fury of passion that was hers, his. That joining that he didn’t understand, but longed for with every breath.

Then he was coming, his se**n pumping deep into her as he stiffened and fought to hold on to his sanity.

Her hand moved, drifted to his heart.

The pleasure seemed to double. Burning through him, to her, back to him.

The room swirled around him in a flash of colors. His body quivered, his breath panted out.

When the orgasm ended, he lifted his lips, pressed a kiss to her cheek. Tasted tears.

Cara stared up at him, and her skin was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her with that magic light spilling from her— from the inside, out.

Energy pumped through his veins. The power she’d given to him.

Given, not taken.

The salt of her tears seemed to burn his mouth. “Cara?” He’d known only pleasure, and he’d thought she had, too.

Her lips parted. Then the hand still over his heart pushed against him. Pushed him away.

No. He didn’t want to retreat from her. Not yet.

But she was pushing him, and time had run out. The passion had barely been sated, but he’d have her again.

Soon.

He eased away from her, hating the loss of the tight clasp of her body, but he’d already taken enough risks. Losing his control at the station—there were too many eyes in this place.

Both human, and as jerk-ass Niol had so recently pointed out, Other.

“Th-there’s something I have to tell you.” She stood, and the dress fell right back over her flesh.

Damn it.

He righted his clothes with a jerk. “I’m not apologizing for that.”

Her eyes narrowed for a second, then widened with understanding. “Good.”

He blinked.

She stepped away from him. “I-I should have told you this sooner.”

The sound of footsteps echoed in the hall.

Time was definitely almost up.

He caught sight of her panties on the floor. Scooped them up. Enjoyed the feel of the cool silk against his fingers. “We need to think of a cover story. All those cops saw what you did and—”

She waved a hand dismissively. “Most won’t remember.”

“What?”

“The human men won’t. The demons, well, they won’t care.”

“And the women?”

Frustration flashed across her face. “Tell them I hit the guy when we kissed.”

The footsteps were louder now. Closer.

“Tell them whatever you want! It doesn’t matter!” Her hands fisted. “But you have to know, there’s something I should have told you before.”

Now the woman wanted to make some kind of confession? And he’d always heard men were the ones with the piss-poor timing.

“Look, we need to—”

“I-I did something once. Crossed the line—that weak line between right and wrong.”

“What?”

Her eyes shifted back to blue as she stared at him. “I—ah, damn, this is hard.” Her shoulders straightened. “But you deserve to know.”

Oh, Jesus, what was the woman about to reveal? And why were his guts twisting into knots?

Because what she’s about to say is going to be bad, real bad.

It didn’t take psychic powers to figure that one out.

“Cara…”

A door slammed. Sounded like it was just a few feet away. Someone had to be in the small hallway now, heading straight for them.

“This can wait, when we’re someplace secure—”

“No! You have to hear this.” She grabbed his arm. “Todd, I-I’ve used my powers before, deliberately to hurt—”

“Cara…”

“To try to kill.”

The door to the interrogation room flew open. Todd turned to see Gyth standing in the doorway, and one look at those glittering eyes was all it took for Todd to know that his partner had just heard his lover’s confession.

Shit.

Chapter 14

“Not another word, baby, not without a lawyer.” Todd’s face was rock hard. His voice grim.

“No, you need to hear this.” Screw his partner. Todd deserved to know about her. All about her. When he’d touched her earlier, kissed her, it had been so much more than just sex.

Perhaps it had been from the beginning.

No more secrets, no more lies.

She was telling him everything. Her eyes slit as she frowned up at the shifter. “When I’m done, if you want to lock me up, that’s fine.” She’d be out in less than ten minutes once she got a guard under her spell, but he could sure try tossing her butt in jail, if that made the big, bad cop feel better.

Gyth gave a slow nod.

She caught Todd’s hands. Because she needed to touch him again. Because holding him made talking about the past easier. “I-I had a sister once. A twin.”

A dark look passed between the cops.

“We were close. Always close. But so different.” The memory of Nina made her lips curve. “She was dark where I was light. Wild when I was careful. And she knew me. The hidden parts of me that even I didn’t fully understand.”

Not identical, but they’d been a perfect match. Nina with her long, straight dark hair and her golden skin. The smile that had always lit her face and the eyes that had shined, with and without glamour.

“It’s hard to kill my kind.” Her fingers tightened around his. “Damn hard because I’m a demon, and even harder because I’m a succubus.” Not the run-of-the-mill demon blood. So few knew that dark secret.

But he’d known.

“Nina started seeing a human. She fell for him.” A pause. “I thought he cared for her.”

Todd swore, obviously knowing where her story was headed. Hell, of course. Not to a sweet, happily-ever-after ending.

Demons didn’t usually get those.

The shifter remained silent, watching her carefully.

“I felt it when she died,” she whispered. “It was like pain stabbed straight through my soul, and in my mind, I heard her scream.”