Nadya's POV "Come on, let us have a taste, sweetheart! I won't bite—MUCH!"Coming boldly into Gehenna like this without any family or fellow Templari for backup had clearly been a mistake. Even if I did find Jonathan passed out in a blood fountain not too far from the south exit."I would rather you didn't…" It took every ounce of strength I had to hold her top arms away from myself, the second set flailed behind her, the angle too awkward to get a proper grip on me. "Seems like I might end up regretting it."The demoness had pinned me to a table, her body stretched out over mine, backward feet hooked over my heeled boots to keep me in place. The General of Lust wiggled her forked tongue at me, rolling it in a way that was meant to be suggestive. I mean, it was! Save for the leonine press of her mouth, which was odder than a true detriment, she was gorgeous. Drop dead sultry-eyed with a body that reminded me of mid-20th century pin-up girls: buxom and leggy."Come on
Remmy's POV "Later!" Abezethibod threw the table from the pair of us as the redheaded woman squared herself like she was about to get into a fistfight. With a General of Hell. She was either wildly overestimating herself, or she was more powerful than I'd anticipated. With her Grace, I was hoping it was the latter than the former, otherwise, she was in for a rude awakening of the life-ending variety. "I hope you know how to fight!"I scoffed at that, and the tingle of Grace still left in my reserves found upon my pride."I think I'll manage just fine," I said drily, removing my overcoat and sweatshirt so I was left in my t-shirt and jeans. The redhead woman looked at me like I was missing a few screws as I calmly folded my clothes and left them at the bar behind us. Well, she was a judgmental little thing, wasn't she?"You a warlock or something?" She dodged to her left, avoiding Abezethibod's tail strike, the leather whip leaving grooves longer than the man's current body
Remmy's POV "Fuck me, please," her voice went straight to my aching cock as she kissed a line up my neck and along my jaw, sharp blood-red nails scratching under the threadbare cotton of my t-shirt. "I know you'd give it to me good, gorgeous."She was under duress, you dip-shit! Here you were, getting hard at the prospect of a mortal wanting you, and she was suffering the magical backlash of her own powers. She'd been demon-roofied, and you were fighting the urge of wanting to get your dick wet. Embarrassing! What kind of angel was I?Maybe Michael was right, and we were a disgrace to the Host. It certainly felt like it at this moment."Oh," her hand cupped the bulge in my jeans, and I had to resist the urge to buck in order to grab her by her wrists to ward off her attack. "Big boy is a BIG fucking boy.""Thank you." And now I was puffing up like a prideful idiot, you absolute buffoon. "But we should really be getting you home, Miss…?""Nadya, Nadya Simmons." She
Nadya's POV "Fuck!"The angel—God, that's what he was, wasn't he? This was all sorts of wrong—Remmy yanked back my covers as a man possessed. And, maybe he was. I saw the way his eyes changed, the lightning sparks within intensifying, and he leaned over to kiss me deeply."Zohnivas!" His baritone flattened across my body as Enochian whispers released me from the binding spell he put me under. "Come here, Nadya. I want you to touch me. I want to touch you.""Jesus Christ," I whispered into his soft lips, slightly chapped from the outside. Just the right amount of roughness to have me go limp in his arms as he kissed me deeply. I…I know I should have stopped him, I was still a tad infectious, but that little logical part of me got tossed away to the side from the demon's influence. I wanted him on me, over me, in me. "Please, please touch me!"It didn't take me long to toss away his raggedy little shirt as I rolled out of bed, on my knees. My hands were already skirting a
Remmy's POV I'd royally fucked up.As an angel of the Heavenly Host and former commander of the Third Choir, I could wholeheartedly admit to fucking up on occasion. It seldom happened, but it did happen.Like last night. Last night had been a very bad mistake.A mistake that was currently snoring into my ear with all the gusto of a lumberjack with sinus problems. She should probably get that checked out. But after I left. Way after I left.I knew something was horribly wrong before I realized it was the snoring that woke me up.The bed was a big clue.A California king, it took up almost eighty percent of the room save for a slim nightstand that seemed to double as a jewelry case and beer cozy. Maybe more, but I wasn't too keen on finding out. Creator preserve me, it was hard conjuring up the strength to get out of that bed! I weaseled my body around, feeling boneless in the luxury of a quality mattress, and removed myself from Nadya's octopus-like stranglehold th
Nadya's POV "I am going to SHIT if he does not show up at this restaurant in the next ten seconds."Yulia put her cigarette to her lips, leg bouncing as she sat in the plush pleather seats of Simmons Diner, the family restaurant.We were in the back in the VIP section. The diner closed for the next week in preparation for the wedding that had apparently been canceled. I sank into my seat in the middle of the awkward sibling line, praying that my date got the shits and wouldn't be able to make it.The angry tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and Yulia's leg bouncing didn't help. Her ginger hair was in a severe ponytail that bobbed as she bounced, and her bubble vest matched her pink Uggs, a sharp contrast to her designer black turtleneck and athleisure wear leggings. Her sunglasses hid the hangover she was doing a poor job of nursing as she stabbed her fries into the ketchup in a way I knew meant she was imagining me.I sank deeper."Maybe
Nadya's POV "Hey! You don't have to fucking push so hard!"We were on our way to Gehenna, Zee pushing me from behind, back to his human form again while we were out in public. Didn't want to scare the masses I guess. How considerate."I'll do what I want, Missy." His eyes were still golden, but he'd kept them changed, the cat-like slits of his pupil hard to see in the dark. "Besides, it's not really up to me. I got what I wanted. Now it's the Boss Man's turn."The way he made it sound.We only kissed.After he hollered at me to summon Remmy—which I couldn't do even if I knew how to do it—Zee had begun pacing. Muttering to himself. I was this close to banishing him when he'd something that threw me off guard."Can you sing for me?"I'd asked him what the fuck he'd meant, knowing full well exactly what he meant, but I wanted to hear how he'd known that line. Remmy was the ONLY person outside a couple of rounds of drunken karaoke among my sisters that had asked
Zee's POV "And the First Light of MorningWoke to usher the first dawn in HellAnd cried as it happened.For the Light was a weak and paltry thingAnd lacked the Warmth He was accustomed toNow that they were in the dark.He asked for forgiveness,Begged for it,And heard—for the first time,Nothing in return."~ The Book of Lost DaysLilith 2:1-2 "You know life would be a lot easier if you didn't scream as much…"I wiggled my pinky finger in my ear, trying—but failing—to knock loose some of the blood that managed to worm its way in there after my last client. I hated when humans gushed, like popping a tick after it's fed for a while. Dis-freakin'-gustin'!The woman I'd dragged down into the Pit with me had the nerve to grab my leg, doubling down on her crocodile tears. She was putting her all into the waterworks. I sighed, snapping my wrist back so my fiery whip made out of the spine of the first human I'd slaughtered for the opposing team coiled loosely around my
Gabriel's POVSix months later…"Who's next?" I asked, flipping through paperwork at my desk. The blinds were open, letting sunlight stream into my office. I'd admit that was the biggest thing I'd miss from my humanity—the sun. But I could enjoy the warmth as the high-end glass protected blocked out the rays. My tie was loose around my neck. Still hated the things. That didn't change. My suit jacket thrown on the coat rack behind me. I rolled my sleeves up, gazing over the recently closed cases, and filing them into the proper categories.VampireShifter.Ghost.Demon.Boogeyman.Etc. I'd make a new file if we came across a new type of monster.The scent of strawberries filled my nose as Lucy plopped onto my lap, setting her laptop down to scroll the schedule. I brushed her longer blonde hair over her shoulder, peppering kisses against her throat.When we were human, her pulse would jump, but her reactions were still the same. She'd lean against my mouth, h
Lucy's POVI was floating in the black. The call of the void beneath my feet. A bottomless ocean. Deeper than the heavens above. I watched the clouds split apart, beckoning me to rise, but I chose to sink deeper and deeper. Finding warmth in the abyss.A burning pain seared my throat, churning my stomach with an insatiable hunger as my eyes shot open. Air clawed into my lungs, even if I didn't need it. I felt cold. Usually, I could hear my heart beating in my ears.Blood rushed under my skin. Warming my cheeks.But I heard nothing.Felt nothing.Except for this nauseating hunger.Disorienting. The first face I saw was Gabriel's, leaning over me, fully dressed. The last thing I could remember was intertwining myself with him and Vivi. Finding a mind-bending pleasure as I soared.Intoxicated in the sensations. Until everything became cold. Chills and pain settled over my body, and it paralyzed me. I remember the pain heightening to a point where I couldn't breathe, my
Vivianna's POVI felt powerful.Like I was siphoning Lucy and Gabriel's power for myself. The more time passed and the closer they got to a full transformation, the more strength surged through my body. It was like nothing I had ever felt before.And there was a reason for it.All the pain had vanished, leaving euphoria in its wake. Addicting. Enough to drive mature vampires into madness. I blinked hard, holding on tight to my mind, not letting it sweep me away.Gabriel and Lucy were mid-transformation. The initial heat of my blood had worn off, sending them spiraling into a lust-filled hunger. I remembered my transformation. Delirious lust. Hunger. But I was confused. Lost in the haze. Pain embedded into every fiber of my being. My muscles ached as they stretched and strengthened. Agony clenched my heart as it slowly stopped beating.Alistair left me alone during the change. Let the fear consume me as I felt myself die. I was in the dark, buried in a box in a shallow gr
Vivianna's POVI leaned against the headboard, my body flushing with heat. I could taste Gabriel and Lucy on my lips. Decadent and sweet. Rich and bright. Exactly how I imagined they'd taste together. Perfect accompaniments. My core tingled, wetness spreading down my thighs at the sensation of Gabriel's cock rocking against my slit. Lucy stared up at me, dazed with lust. Her pretty pink-tipped breasts asking to be licked. The taste of her pussy in my mouth. Heady and sweet, and I couldn't wait to sink my face between her thighs and use my tongue to make her come.But there was something I needed to say first. They had to know what was going to happen. "Once this starts, it won't stop," I murmured, my throat bobbing, the ache burning between my legs. I brought my nails to my collarbone and slit across the skin.The desire I felt kept me from feeling the sting, and I released small ruby droplets from under my skin. My blood would heal Gabriel now that I was strong again. All his
Lucy's POVThere was no time to react. Vivianna shoved Alistair against the wall, cracking the stone as Vivianna sliced through him with claws. Her face had morphed into that of a monster, with fangs and veins, while Alistair morphed into something resembling a wolfman. They disappeared into the darkness of the cave, but I could hear them.Every hit sounded like grinding stone. Heavy impacts. Blood spraying across the chasm. Hissing and snarling echoed off the walls, but I wasn't sure who had the upper hand, and I was afraid to think it was Alistair.Gabriel crumpled against the ground, and I ran to him, beaten and bloody. His shoulder was torn open, riddled with bite marks just like Alistair had shown me. God, he felt so cold. No shirt to protect him from the chill of being underground."Gabriel," I whispered, cupping his handsome face, bruised and pallid. Lacking his natural healthy, honey gold tan. "Baby." I stroked his cheeks with my thumbs and he groaned. A noise of pai
Lucy's POV"Are you sure, Lucy?" Vivianna asked like she desperately wanted me to say no. She wanted me to withdraw my consent. Give her a reason not to hurt me.Her heart cried out to me, begging me to leave her. Run before it was too late. But I wouldn't. Not when my husband was on the line.Rage burned within me. Alistair showed me Gabriel, chained up against a stone boulder, wounds weeping with blood. His chest was heaving, willfulness apparent in the cut of his rib. Even with his shoulders strained, riddled with teeth marks, he didn't lose himself. He was going to fight.And so would I.Anything for him. I was going to get my fucking husband back.My neck ached, bruised where Alistair claimed me. It felt like I was breathing smoke. Suffocating like ash in my lungs. Burning my insides. Searing me from the inside out.I could feel him in my head like he was wiggling his fingers in my brain. Trying to figure out what buttons to press to get me to do what he wanted. I
Vivianna's POVA sinking feeling filled my gut.Where was Gabriel? He hadn't returned after his meeting with William. The moon was high in the sky, the middle of the night. He should have been back by now. I turned to look at Lucy, still barely coherent, mumbling nonsensical words.Alistair wasn't ready to use her yet. I didn't like thinking about what he would use her for. All the things he did to me under his thrall…took centuries to heal from. Some I'm still healing from. She was sweating, small sobs breaking from her chest like he had her submerged into an eternal nightmare.Seeing Lucy in so much pain. So much terror on her face. It broke my heart. I reached out to comb my fingers through her matted curls, and I swear my touch relaxed her a little. Her nose unwrinkled, and instead of being afraid, she just seemed exhausted.So much sleep, but so little rest."Wake up, Lucy," I whispered, leaning down to press a kiss against her forehead. "Come back to me." Her eyeli
Gabriel's POVThe sun was setting.I was so close to town. Just a little further. No longer than a thirty minutes drive. Northpass had already slammed their doors, locking up for the night. I was absorbed by my thoughts.By my plans. Billy had answered most of my questions, and I wouldn't have gotten very far without him. In fact, I'd probably be dead in the water. Billy was callous and resistant, but he was good for his word.The sunset painted the sky with all sorts of colors, violets, and oranges. Beautifully disappearing into a night sky, only lit by a full moon. A brewing storm cloud perpetually floated above the castle, waiting to storm, but never able to. Like it was trapped in eternity with Vivianna.My mind wandered to them. How Vivianna would care for my wife. I should be there. Dampening Lucy's forehead with a cool cloth. Easing her fever and erasing her chill. I should be listening to her cries, holding her hand, and keeping her from falling too deeply.Bu
Gabriel's POV"So Elizabeth Bathory really was a vampire?" I asked, the journal open on my lap. My leg was crossed over the other, giving me a flat surface to work on while I face Vivianna.I took notes as I analyzed everything she had to say. It was like a dam of information had cracked wide open, spilling and overflowing the river beneath it.All of the pieces were falling together. The mystery of the portrait under the library. The missing people. How Vivianna enticed me.Vivianna had her legs parted, speaking easily, freely. She didn't have anything to hide now. She nodded, gazing at me with interest. "Elizabeth liked virgins. She'd host extravagant parties and every guest had to bring her a virgin. Alistair was a frequent attendee.""You said you slayed her. How?""The first fifty years of my curse was a bloody blur." She paused. "Pleasure. Death. Emptiness. I was so empty until one of Elizabeth's citizens grabbed my arm in passing, begging me to save his daughter from