Angel Betrayed (The Fallen 2)

Besides, he’d learned he was very good at doling out pain, and when he wanted, he knew just how to give pleasure to his lovers.

When I want . . .

His hands rose between their bodies as he levered his chest up. Her br**sts were amazing to see. Full and plump with tight pink ni**les. Sam bent his head and licked one nipple. Seline moaned softly as her fingers curled around his scars.

Sam’s c**k jerked as the rush of pleasure pounded through him.

She arched her back and pressed her breast more fully against his mouth. He sucked her flesh and found that the taste of her ni**les was just as addictive as her mouth. Sweet, like strawberries. She was so soft. He let his teeth lightly score her flesh.

“Sam . . .” Her whisper filled his ears.

For an instant, his eyes closed. The temptation was right there. He could take her, take his pleasure, and damn the world.

But...

He caught her hands and pulled them from his body even as he forced his mouth from her breast. Then he caged her hands against the mattress, pinning her with an unbreakable grip on each wrist.

She stared up at him with dazed eyes. “Don’t you want me?”

Hell, yes, but he knew a trap when he felt one, and even sexy bait wasn’t going to push him over the edge. Well, maybe not over, just pretty close.

“I want you,” she told him. Her eyes promised so much pleasure.

He held tight to his control even as his instincts demanded that he thrust hard and deep inside her flesh. “For five hundred years, I’ve dreamed of hell.” The gritted admission came from deep within him.

Seline’s lips parted. Sexy f**k-me lips. His hips pressed a bit closer to her. Take her.

“But tonight . . . tonight I dream of you?” he asked. Bullshit. Did he look like a fool?

She blinked as if confused, but her skin kept that luminous glow. A glow that a human or even a low-level demon should never have.

He brought his lips close to her ear and again felt the light tremble that raked her body. “I can’t kill you in a dream,” he whispered, the words soft and tender like a lover’s even as the rage in him began to burn hell-hot.

She stiffened beneath him. Ah, so she realized this little scene wasn’t going according to plan.

“But . . .” Sam continued, letting his tongue just touch the tip of her ear, “I’m guessing you can kill me here, right, sweetheart?”

He heard the catch of her breath and had his answer. Sam’s lips pressed lightly against her neck, then harder as he sucked the skin. He’d mark her, if only in their dream.

When she pressed closer to him and didn’t try to slip away, he knew Seline was in danger of losing her own control—something that happened a lot with her kind.

“A succubus.” He’d suspected from the way she captivated every man in Temptation. He rose above her but kept her chained with his hands. The control and the caging were just an illusion. In a dream, a succubus would be the one with the real power. He was just along for the ride. “Here to seduce me and kill me, Seline?”

No mortal weapon could kill a Fallen. They were too powerful. But a succubus wouldn’t use a weapon to kill. She’d simply use seduction until she drained her prey dry.

Sam shook his head, a little regretful. The ride would have been incredible, no doubt. “Won’t work.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking—”

“Your game probably worked on a dozen other fools”—and he wouldn’t think about those jerks right then—“but I’m stronger.” Though screwing her just might have been worth the risk. He smiled and knew it wasn’t a pretty sight. “You’ve just made one dangerous mistake. And as soon as I wake up”—because she couldn’t keep him trapped in the dream world forever—“your ass really will be mine.” In the real world, he was the one with the power, and she was prey.

She stared into his eyes and let her mask drop. No longer was she the terrified woman he’d seen in the club earlier that night. Instead, she was sex personified, a temptation so seductive his whole body tightened with lust, and the confidence streaming from her eyes had his control cracking.

Then she smiled. “Promises, promises, Sammael . . .” She thrust him back with a strength he hadn’t anticipated. He flew through the air and slammed into the wall, his body shuddering.

Growling, he straightened and charged for the bed. Sam’s hands reached out for her—

But Seline vanished.

He blinked and found himself in bed and tangled in the covers. The scent of jasmine hung in the air, and his c**k pulsed with arousal.

A grin tilted his lips as he tossed the covers aside. That ass is mine.

Oh, hell. Seline’s eyelids flew open, and she jumped from the bed. She had her clothes on in less than two seconds. As she lunged for the window, she sent a line of fire skirting toward the closed door. Not that the fire would keep Sam out for long.

“Seline!” His shout erupted from the hallway.

The freaking window wouldn’t open. Her sweaty hands couldn’t lift the thing up. Screw it. Seline smashed out with her right fist and shattered the glass. Blood dripped from her fingers, but she didn’t even hesitate as she climbed out onto the ledge.

Fire crackled behind her, but she still heard the crash of the door as the wood splintered.

Then the fire stopped crackling. Or rather, someone a lot stronger than she was stopped the fire. Seline didn’t look back. She kept her eyes on the ground—just a second-story fall, even if I break a leg, I’ll heal—and then she dropped.

She just didn’t drop fast enough. A hard, strong hand caught her right wrist, and her shoulder wrenched as she was gripped tight.

“Going somewhere?” Sam asked, his voice a mocking drawl in the dark.

It was so not her night. Seline tried to send a burst of fire up at him. Controlling fire had never been her strong suit, but she could usually make it burn to life easily enough.

As the fire neared him, it just sputtered away in light plumes of smoke. The bastard laughed as the smoke drifted by him. Laughed.

Then he started lifting her back up. The broken windowpane bit into his arm, and blood streaked down his flesh.

She tried to yank away from him—she would have preferred a few shattered bones to what was coming—but Sam’s grip was unbreakable. Her heart thudded into her chest. “Does it matter . . .” she asked as he raised her higher and her legs kicked uselessly . . . “that I didn’t have a choice in taking this job?” Another truth for him. Not that he’d believe her.