Midnight's Master (Midnight 3)

She wanted, needed the pleasure. The wild rush of release to cover the memories he'd stirred.

Screw it. She wanted him.

His c**k was hot inside her. Long. Thick. Strong. Filling her. Stretching. Sliding in and out in deep thrusts that had her straining against him.

Her bed was big and sturdy. No squeaks. No moans from the mattress.

Just the deep slide of his cock.

The clench of her sex.

Deep.

Again and again.

She kissed him when she came.

When he released within her, his climax a long wave of heat that caressed her flesh, he said her name.

The spinning flames died away.

Kim Went crept down the hallway at News Flash Five. She knew the rotation of the guards, knew the exact movements of the anchored security cameras.

She'd studied the layout carefully before making her move.

Her lips were dry, her palms wet-and Holly's office door waited just a few feet away.

Her gaze skated up to the camera. Locked on the lens. The camera swept the hallway, and in five, four, three-

The lens shifted, giving her a perfect opportunity.

She moved in a flash, grabbing the doorknob, shoving open the door and nearly falling inside.

The envelope. Where was it? She had to find it.

Her big break was in that envelope. Her break-and her life.

Kim knew that Holly was sitting on one major story. Everyone at the station did. Holly kept going into private meetings with old Mac, and that guy knew what was hot in the news.

But he wasn't giving her a chance. No, Mac wouldn't let Kim on the air, he just sent her after his coffee.

Jerk.

She'd show him. She'd get this story, before Holly, and she'd get her spot on camera.

Kim hadn't worked her butt off the last four years at Mellrune University in order to be a freaking coffee fetcher. She had student loans that were choking her, and she wasn't going to be a gofer for the rest of her life, dammit!

She fumbled with the desk. Shoved papers out of her way. Where was the envelope?

Kim had seen Holly's face when she opened that delivery. Oh, yeah, pay dirt.

And then, when Holly had been so freaking desperate to find out who'd left the envelope– a dead giveaway.

Sometimes, news smelled like blood. Rich and tantalizing.

Kim loved the smell of blood. Always had. Maybe because her stepdad had been a vampire, a vamp who'd met an unfortunate decapitation end in a car accident. She'd tried to get him to transform her, once, but he'd looked at her like she was crazy.

"Shit." Her whisper was too loud. But she couldn't find the envelope. Kim jerked open another drawer. Then another.

The envelope had to be related to those murders. Demon murders. She knew the truth about those men and that lady the cops had just found.

She'd heard Ben and Holly talking about her, too.

Demons. All of them.

Old Mac probably thought she didn't know jack about the real world. She knew enough that she could probably give him nightmares.

Hell, yeah, this story was her big break…and it really was her life, too.

Because she wasn't about to let the killer come after-

The office door squeaked open.

Kim froze, crouched just over the desk.

A security guard? No, the patrol should have been on the other side and-

"Hello, bitch."

Terror rose, choking her.

That voice-a low, sinister whisper. Evil.

Kim knew evil.

Knew when she was staring straight at it, even when it wore such a simple disguise.

She reached for the lamp-

And evil attacked.

CHAPTER 11

"I want to talk with Carl's friends."

Her voice was quiet. Her hands moved lazily across his chest.

Niol opened his eyes and turned his head.

Fuck. She was so beautiful.

Not a quick screw.

An addiction.

Her nails bit lightly into his flesh. "Did you hear me, Niol? I said-"

He caught her hand. Kissed her fingertips. Tasted her with his tongue. "I heard, love."

"He mentioned two names to me, Sean and Ted. Said they were close. If he was scared of someone, if somebody was after him, they'd know."

Yes, he rather thought they would.

"I think they're demons."

They were.

"You can set up the meeting with those guys. I know you can find them and-"

Ah, no rest for the wicked. "Meeting's in…" He glanced over at the gleaming clock on her nightstand. "Forty minutes."

"What?"

He rose, stealing one last glance at the lady's gorgeous br**sts. "The meeting's in forty minutes." Holly was right. The two demons might know something about the bastard who'd been after Carl. After a bit of tracking, he'd found the two guys and arranged a little get-together of sorts.

They hadn't exactly been eager to accept his initial invitation.

But they'd changed their minds, eventually.

"You weren't going to tell me about this?"

Niol jerked on his jeans. Rolled his shoulders. "If you asked, I was."

He heard a growl behind him, then a small palm curled around his shoulder and attempted to swing him around. He turned because he rather liked to see her flushed with anger.

"We're partners on this case. You're supposed to be my demon guide here! We're supposed to be working together-"

"I just told you about the meeting." A thank-you would have been nice.

Another growl.

He couldn't help it. Niol kissed her. Damn, but her lips were sweet. He savored the kiss for a moment, enjoying the soft press of her mouth against his, then…"Hurry, love, don't want to keep the young demons waiting."

Her teeth snapped together.

People were crammed into Paradise Found. As usual. So closely packed that walking a few feet was a serious effort. Niol sighed, swept his hand ahead of him, and nodded when a light breeze seemed to sweep the dancers back.

Business was good, and that was just f**king dandy, but the people got on his nerves some nights.

"Nice trick," Holly murmured from behind him.

Niol gave a nod and led the way to the far side of the bar. Two guards stood in front of the door, arms crossed over their chests. Demons. He'd always found it best to give these particular…types of jobs to his brethren.

When they saw him, they stepped to the side, clearing the access to the door. "They're waitin' on you, boss."

"Good." He jerked his thumb to the crowd. "Make sure no one disturbs us."

"Damn straight." From the guy on the left. Max. He'd been with Niol for about five years now, ever since the demon had gotten out of jail. The charge had been manslaughter, but Niol knew the ass**le he'd killed had deserved to die.