Not his.
“I screamed and I begged, but Brandt sliced his throat right open. Paul’s eyes were on mine when he died.”
You could always see the life drain from a human’s eyes at the moment of death. When the soul left, nothing remained.
“How did you escape from him that time?” Az wanted to know. Brandt would have been on guard then. Even more desperate to keep her at his side.
Thunder rumbled, echoing his words. He glanced toward the windows. The storm had rolled in so suddenly. Angry, rough . . .
And Az realized that his powers were slipping past his control. He was pulling in the storm even as he pulled in the latent energy from the unhallowed ground.
“Brandt actually thought I’d be glad to see him. He acted like he’d done some grand gesture for me.” Her lips twisted. “He sent his men away. We were alone together. I don’t think he ever even realized I had the knife. Not until I drove it into his chest.”
Az blinked, surprised. Impressed.
She caught his stare and inclined her head. “Let’s just say that at that time, I never went far without a silver knife. When it didn’t kill him, I thought I must have missed his heart. I knew I wouldn’t get another chance right then, so I ran like hell.” Jade shrugged. “I think that’s when he started to enjoy the hunt.”
The fur melted from Brandt’s body. Bones contorted, broke. His back paws turned into feet. Human fingers gripped the dank earth. He bowed his head a moment and sucked in deep breaths.
Jade.
Then he looked up and found his men assembled around him. They feared him, as they should. He’d earned the alpha title, slicing his way through all that came into his path.
Now, they waited. Ready for orders.
“We’re hunting,” he told them, voice calm despite the beast still clawing inside. But he was always calm on a hunt.
It was easier to track prey without emotion.
Find. Hunt. Capture.
But this time, his prey was different. Because this prey had stumbled right into his path. You’ll give me the power I need.
“Jade?” Duncan demanded. Ah, Duncan. He’d just joined the pack when Jade had first escaped. He knew just how much Brandt valued her.
But Brandt shook his head. “Not this time.” Not yet. Because before he could get to Jade, he’d have to take out her protectors.
Two. Two men not of this world.
“First, we’re catching us some angels, and we’re gonna show them just what hell on earth really means.”
“For years after that, I was afraid to get close to anyone. But . . . I made a mistake.” Her shoulders slumped. “Found another man who was so kind. Johnny . . . we’d barely even begun to date when . . . when Brandt found him.”
And killed him. Yes, Az could figure out how that story ended.
“After Johnny, I knew the only way to truly stop Brandt was death. Either his . . . or mine.”
Lightning flashed. Bare inches separated their flesh. Don’t touch. “You’re not dying.”
Her laugh doubted him. “Then why do I have an Angel of Death after me?”
“I’m not—”
Her fingers pressed against his chest. His heart raced even faster. “Not you. The other one. Bastion.”
“You weren’t meant to see him.” Had it not been for Az’s blood, she never would’ve known about Bastion.
Her eyes seemed so deep as she stared up at him. “What did you do?”
Brandt had killed to keep her. And Az . . . he’d been ready to fight Death for her. His jaw clenched. “You shouldn’t touch me.”
Her hand pressed harder. “I don’t think I’m supposed to be here, am I?”
Thunder rumbled.
“If an Angel of Death is pissed and on my trail . . .” She exhaled softly. “I’m guessing that means I should be dead.”
No.
“It wasn’t your time,” he said. I made sure of it.
Her gaze searched his. “I don’t want anyone else to die for me. I can’t stand there again and watch—”
He broke. The cabin shook as the wind howled around them. Thunder rumbled so loudly it sounded like a drum. Az grabbed her. Lifted her up against him. “And I will be damned if I watch you die before me.”
His lips crashed onto her. Control, control—a frantic shout in his head, but a shout he couldn’t heed. His body was burning with need and lust and rage and . . . fear.
Fear, the darkest of all emotions.
Won’t lose her. Can’t.
She was the only thing he’d ever wanted more than heaven.
Jade didn’t push against him. Her hands curled around his shoulders, and she opened her mouth wider for him.
Her taste just fueled his frenzy. A wave of his hand had her clothes falling off her body and dropping to the floor. Two steps, and he had her on the bed. Her hand went to his cock, to the aroused flesh that strained toward her, but this time, he needed more than just the wild rush of release.
He needed everything.
Az’s hands wrapped around her thighs. Such smooth, supple skin. He parted her legs. Stared down at her pretty, pink sex.
Knew he had to take a taste.
His fingers stroked her first. Sliding lightly over the soft flesh, he found her wet and hot. A push of his index finger showed just how perfectly tight she was inside.
Take.
But first, he’d taste.
When he put his mouth on her, Jade’s hips arched up against him. His tongue swept over her. Sweeter than strawberries. So much better. He licked. He kissed.
His fingers pushed into her even as his tongue stroked over her clit. Jade’s fingers fisted in his hair, and she jerked when she came against his mouth.
The first time.
Because he wasn’t done. Az was just getting started. His hands locked under her hips, and he forced her sex even closer to him. He held her, kept her trapped just where he wanted her, and he tasted every inch of Jade’s sweet core.
Her breath panted, her body trembled, and she cried out his name as the climax hit her again.
He could taste the pleasure on his tongue.
His c**k ached. The heavy flesh felt so big and swollen that he knew he’d come any moment. Az rose up. Licked his lips, and tasted her again.
Lightning flashed.
The rain beat down outside. A hard, driving rain that washed everything away.
Everything . . .
He positioned his c**k at the entrance of her body. Kissed her as he thrust deep.
The rain fell.
Her legs wrapped around his. Held tight. His thrusts grew harder. Rougher.