Midnight's Master (Midnight 3)

Then he used his teeth to lightly score her flesh.

Holly shuddered. "Niol."

Her hands pushed between their bodies. Fumbling, she managed to loosen his belt, unsnap the jeans, and jerk down-

"Ah, easy, love." He lifted his mouth, licked his lips, and still tasted sweet nipple. "I'm damn close…"

Since he hadn't worn underwear since he was sixteen, his c**k sprang into her hands, and the lady knew exactly how to touch. Soft fingers, firm grip, perfect pump.

Damn.

He was going to come in her hand, when he wanted to be buried as deep as he could go in her wet sex.

He caught the edge of her skirt. Shoved it up so that he could grip the smooth column of her thigh.

Silky skin. He wanted those legs wrapped around him and clenching tight.

His fingers rose. Brushed against the edge of her panties.

Holly's grip tightened around him. "Niol."

He glanced down at his cock. Saw the thick, straining head coated with a gleaming drop of pre-

cum. Her fingers, so pale, with her short nails, held him carefully.

And worked him so well.

But not as well as her sex.

Or, her mouth…that sweet, red mouth…

"Let me."

Her husky plea had his eyes jerking to hers and he could too easily read the intent. "If that mouth of yours gets on me, I'm done." One lick, two, and he'd come against her tongue.

No, not this time.

He ripped the panties away.

His fingers brushed over her creamy sex, plump with arousal, so slick she made him shake.

Her legs shifted, thighs widening her stance, granting him more tempting access to that pink flesh. Niol stroked the button of her desire, dragging his thumb over her clit, and loved the moan that tore from her mouth. He parted her nether lips and pushed one finger deep into that tender opening.

So damn tight.

Perfect.

The bed would definitely have to wait.

His finger slid back. Thrust deep. Withdrew.

Two fingers worked inside her and Holly's head fell back. Her skin flushed with sweet color, those ni**les driving him wild-

"Niol!" A demand.

One he wasn't about to ignore.

A final plunge of his fingers-she was going to feel incredible –and he kissed her again. Drove his tongue deep into her mouth, and, oh, shit, she was sucking his tongue, tightening her lips around him and-

His control exploded.

He had a condom in his wallet-he had it out and on in a flash. Then his hands were on Holly, locking around her waist, and he lifted her up against the wall.

She felt so light.

For just a moment, he hesitated. Rough and wild might not be her way. She was human, but not like the other human lovers he'd had who wanted the rush that came from screwing a monster. She might need more time, more care, more-

Her nails dug into his shoulders. "If you don't take me, I might have to hurt you."

He laughed as a real jolt of surprise rocked him.

Her legs wrapped around his hips and the laughter died. Her creamy opening rubbed against his cock. A slight adjustment, then-

Then he shoved into her, so deep that her sheath rippled around the full length of his cock. So deep that his balls slammed against her.

So deep that it was f**king perfect.

Her mouth brushed over his neck. Those lips locked on him, her tongue laved the skin.

Then she bit him.

His c**k swelled even more within her.

Insane.

Not like this-this wasn't the way he-

Niol withdrew, then plunged deep as a frantic rhythm swept over him. Faster, faster, harder. He couldn't get enough. Her straining sex was the best fit he'd ever had. Her br**sts tormented him and the woman's scent-

His teeth snapped together and a groan built in his throat.

Un-fucking-believable.

She was pinned against the wall. Held tight by his weight and the steely grip of his hands. Every thrust and withdrawal sent his c**k sliding against her sensitive flesh.

Her eyes squeezed shut. "Oh, Jesus, Niol, this is-"

Her sex convulsed around him as her climax broke over her.

Her lips parted on a soundless scream.

He kept thrusting. Kept driving his c**k into her, desperate for his own pleasure, and the milking of her core around him just made him that much wilder.

"Niol…" A whisper of satisfaction.

He erupted. His spine tightened and he shoved deep once more as the tide of pleasure crashed over him.

Fucking. Insane.

His forehead fell against hers and he let the pleasure crest.

That was what I've been waiting for.

The lady had been more than worth the wait.

The bitch was gone and so was the f**king demon.

She'd driven like a maniac after leaving Paradise Found, and she'd lost him. Had she known he was behind her? Watching her every move?

He'd been so careful, laying back and watching her leave the news station, then trailing two cars behind her when she rushed to that godforsaken bar.

Holly Storm. He had such plans for her-had, since the very beginning.

She'd gotten past him.

He almost admired that. Would have, if it hadn't pissed him off so much.

He picked up his cell. Punched in a fast number. The phone rang once, twice, then…"Is she there?" Back at her house, letting that freak touch her?

"No."

Shit.

His place. And he'd already checked out Niol's security setup. No way was he going to get in there.

No need. He'd get the demon to come to him.

Demons. Who the hell would have thought those bastards were real?

Abominations, that's what they were.

Dark, twisted. Evil.

They deserved to get sent right back to hell.

He was just the man to send them there.

After he had his fun with them, of course. After he learned just how much pain they could tolerate. After he learned their secrets and how to harness their power.

Killing demons was so much easier than he'd anticipated.

Maybe Niol would be a challenge.

Maybe not.

He'd bet that when he sliced the bastard open, the tough guy would start to beg, just like the others.

His lips curved. Begging…and blood. Such a perfect combination.

"She was in the bar tonight," Cara Maloan said, as she drew her fingernail down her lover's chest.

Todd Brooks sucked in a sharp breath and caught her hand. "Who?" His eyes had that hot, dark look she liked so much. The look that said he was crazy to have her.

She loved that look-from him.

Only him.

Cara licked her lips. She wanted to strip off her clothes and taste her lover, but a worry nagged in her mind, and she just couldn't shut off the strange fear. "Holly Storm. She came to Paradise right before I went onstage."