Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Aurora inhaled the stranger’s shuddering breath, sliding her fingers into his silky hair to grip it and pull him even closer. She tilted her head back when his arm came around her like a steel band and jerked her flush against him. His show of strength didn’t frighten her… it only made him more real to her.

Michael backed her up against the block wall as he deepened the kiss. He could feel the swells of her breasts touching his chest as she started moving against him in a very seductive rhythm but nothing could be more seductive than the sounds she was making against his lips.

He had a fleeting second where he wondered if she was some kind of demon that fed on sex then pushed the thought away. At the moment he didn’t care… if that was what she wanted then he would feed her as much as she needed.

Moving his hand down to her upper thigh, he lifted her and guided both her legs until they were wrapped securely around his waist. As his hand slid up in under her skirt to hold her, he lost his breath again feeling her naked ass in the palms of his hands.

Michael growled straining upwards toward her. He couldn’t have been any harder as he pressed himself against her core feeling her heat all the way through his clothing.

Aurora was heady with the sensations of being kissed so fiercely and held by the only male Fallen she’d ever encountered. Running her hand down his chest, she marveled at the rippling muscles the shirt concealed. In her rush, she didn’t take time to expose what was hidden there… her true destination was lower.

She reached down between them and cupped the straining hardness she found there. It pulsed against her eager hand, causing her to make a strangled sound deep in her throat. On instinct, she used her hold on him to lift herself and quickly free his thickness from the confines of the cloth. In one smooth motion, she had him where she wanted him.

Michael pulled back from the kiss and stared into her eyes as the throbbing head of his erection pressed upward against her tight, heated opening. His breath left him when that tightness encased and squeezed the first inch of him with disturbing slowness. Their gaze held as she gripped his shoulders for leverage and pushed… impaling herself down on him.

The air rushed back into his starving lungs as he thrust upwards to get even deeper inside her. Did she have a clue what she was doing to him?

Surging forward, Michael trapped her against the wall burying his face in the arch of her neck when his fangs suddenly lengthened. He growled harshly against her ear and lifted her… only for her to fight the separation and force herself back down on him. She rolled her hips and ground against him shattering any control he had left.

Planting his palms against the wall on each side of her, they met thrust for thrust ignoring the train that was coming.

Closing his lips so she wouldn’t see his exposed fangs, Michael leaned back and watched her ecstasy as the wind from the subway train made her hair flutter around her angelic face, her cries mingling with the thundering sound of the train as it passed. He felt her pulsate around him as she came and knew the sight of her like this would forever be ingrained within his mind’s eye.

Aurora pressed her back hard against the wall, keeping one hand on his shoulder and moving the other up to grip a pipe that was jutting out of the wall above her. Using the pipe to her advantage, she pushed and pulled on it… forcing him into a harder faster rhythm.

This was different from the times Samuel had been inside her. This time, she hadn't had to fight and lose first, nor had she been seduced to the point of giving in just to satisfy the betrayal of her body.

Grinding herself downward on him ripples of sweet pain and disturbing pleasure gripped her and made her strain against him. Feeling him pulsate inside her the same way he had done in her palm, the incredible sensation magnified tenfold. Unable to hold back, she threw her head back and cried out letting the sound disappear with the subway train as it roared pass.

Michael traced his lips across her exposed neck, reinforcing the rhythm she had demanded from the start. When she pressed her flesh harder against his lips, he jerked back before he tempted fate and moved his hand up under her hair to cup the back of her head. Using his other arm he trapped her, stalling her movements so he could slow the rhythm to a slow pounding pace.

After only a couple torturous strokes, she broke loose from his hold and rode him at a frenzied tempo… dominating him completely. Michael felt her sucking at the part of him deep inside her and growled as he tried to hold back. When she tightened around him and pulled upwards, he grabbed her and pushed her back down as she came.

Aurora threw her head back and arched… making no sound this time as all breath left her and bliss rushed in to fill her up.

Before he could stop himself, Michael struck… fastening his sharp fangs to her neck, breaking the skin as he came hard and fast… shooting his hot seed deep inside her.

Aurora jerked and her lips parted when she felt his fangs enter her. Samuel had done this… feeding on the power of her blood. Her first instinct was to fight, but the sudden spamming of multiple mind-blowing orgasms wouldn’t let her. She whimpered through the blinding pleasure of it all realizing he wasn’t a Fallen.

Michael felt their hearts begin to beat together as he gave one hard tug on her essence of life and swallowed. He quickly became disoriented as her blood entered him… unleashing something he hadn't been aware of. Retracting his fangs, the sound of their labored breathing filled the thundering silence.

Aurora gripped the front of his shirt and gazed up into glowing amethyst eyes feeling betrayed as his power spiked. Not trusting what was happening she used every ounce of her strength and pushed him backwards, landing on her feet when he went through the railing instead of over it.

She clenched her fingers around the piece of cloth that she’d ripped from his shirt then jerked her gaze to the left feeling even more power approaching at a dangerously rapid pace. Her breath left her in a sob and echoed around her when she felt the after pulses of the orgasm she hadn't given enough time to finish.

Michael hit the electrified track so hard that for a moment, he just laid there still caught in the aftereffects that claiming her blood had caused. The electrical current was nothing to him… only adding to the erratic buzz he already had. The world around him pulsated with the thump of his heartbeat as he sat up and slowly gained his feet.

Looking back up at the broken guardrail, he growled not seeing her. Turning full circle his growl intensified not finding her anywhere.

“No,” Michael roared and fisted his hands not understanding what had just happened and not liking what was still happening.

Slowly glancing back the way he had come, Michael felt the glimmer of a pull in that direction and took off as fast as he could go. Pulling the shadows around him, he passed the humans in the station and traced up the steps until he was bathed in the rays of the late day sun.

Michael instantly lost his breath as pain seared him and it took him a moment to realize it was the sun doing it. Fighting the pain, he reached up to finger the necklace in confusion then growled again not finding it.

Shielding the sun from his sensitive eyes, he retreated back into the safety of the underground and leaned against the wall wishing the world would stop moving for a damn moment so he could think clearly. It wasn’t the sun that had done this to him… it was her blood.

Glancing back up toward the exit, he wondered if she had known what it was and took it to keep him from chasing her.

Pulling his cell phone from his pocket, Michael glared down at it when it crunched in his tight grip. Blinking in disbelief, he decided maybe he needed to cool off and just wait until the sun went down. Tracing back to where they had made love, he looked around for any evidence of where she had come from to have just been standing there so suddenly.

The intersection broke off in five directions but only two of them were on this side. Not finding any evidence that she even existed, he grabbed the guard rail giving in to the anger riding him. Ripping it from the concrete, he flung it down one of the tunnels so hard that when it finally found a target to crash into the echo was barely a whisper. How dare she do this to him then vanish like a phantom.

Feeling his power pulse again in a disturbing manner he looked up seeing the flickering of light down one of the two tunnels. It wasn’t just one light flickering… it was several and coming toward him in a wave.

Michael’s amethyst eyes glowed and he bared his fangs just as the darkness slammed him into the same spot on the wall he’d just made love at and a strong hand wrapped around his throat.

Samuel’s lips pulled back in the perfect sneer as he looked the man over. He quickly became curious since he was using all of his strength just to hold him in place. He’d been tracking Aurora since coming out of the demon rift but every time he caught up to her, she would hold him at bay with that damn blade of hers and escape. She hadn't been able to summon the blade in the demon world but coming back here had somehow unlocked its power.

Now it seemed she’d started taking a new tactic to avoid him… hiding within the area’s other demon masters were still fighting over. It had left him with no other choice but to help her kill the demons coming near her just in case one of them was strong enough to actually claim what was his.

His dark eyes narrowed on what he assumed was a master vampire… one that smelled of Aurora’s sex and blood.

“I see you have found my Aurora,” Samuel inhaled the lingering scent of a heated mating and felt his own rush of memories feeding his jealousy. What he wanted to know now was how this man had gotten past her blade. “I can smell her on you.”

Michael actually smirked, silently thanking the demon for telling him the name of the woman that had eluded him. Feeling his jealousy surface he responded in a cold voice, “She didn’t seem like your Aurora a few minutes ago while I was deep inside of her.”

Samuel lowered his eyelids hiding his darkest intentions, “Do you think you can replace me by making love to her one time? She has been mine for over a millennium and one fling in the sewers will not break the hold I have over her supple body.”

Michael felt undeniable rage thrum through him as the image of Aurora under this demon surfaced. He’d been taught that it was a sin to come between a man and his mate but this wasn’t a man and right now he really didn’t give a damn.

Samuel stilled himself when the man’s eyes began to glow in warning and power he was not familiar with pricked the skin of his hand where they were touching. It would be a mistake to show this one fear.

Leaning forward Samuel smirked and lied, “If she was truly impressed, then why did she leave you to come find me?” He realized his mistake when the tunnel started to vibrate under his feet and he knew he was looking at the cause of the earthquake.

Michael felt his skin began to tingle like it had when he hit the tracks earlier… and he liked it. Hearing the thunder of a train closing in, Michael gave the demon a chilling smile then suddenly shoved him backwards. The demon released him immediately and Michael’s smile darkened when the demon toppled over the railing and directly in the train’s path.

The transport slammed into the demon, but for a split second he noticed the demon had turned and gripped the train as if hitching a ride. Before he could follow it and finish the demon off, Michael felt the earth around him shake and moved just as a piece of concrete came crashing down right beside him.

Ignoring it, he slowly turned his angry gaze in the direction the train had taken the demon. He didn’t care if the world came crashing down… as long as he drained every drop from that son of a bitch first. Moving faster than the train he slammed into the side of it so hard that it rocked on the track.

Before he could climb up to the top, Michael felt something slam into his back and fought the searing pain, trying to throw whatever it was off of him.

Syn had felt the sun touch Michael’s skin and followed the link and quickly closed in on his son’s position. He arrived just in time to see Michael attack the subway train and the dark smile on his face told Syn everything he needed to know… Michael had just tapped into his true power and wasn’t handling it very well.

Coming up behind Michael, Syn pulled another bloodstone from his arm band and rammed his fist into Michael’s back, forcing it through flesh and blood. He held Michael in a tight grip as he inserted the blood stone behind his heart much the same way Michael had once done Kane.

The tunnel around them started to vibrate with Michael’s rage and Syn knew a cave in would soon follow if it was not brought under control. Planting his feet against the side of the train, he pushed away taking Michael with him. Trying to stun him into submission, Syn slammed Michael into the wall hard enough to leave an impact creator but Michael still blindly fought him.

Feeling that rage only gain strength, Syn sighed wearily before gripping Michael’s neck… snapping it.

He caught Michael’s limp body and gently picked him up in his arms. Walking a few feet to an alcove hidden mostly by darkness, Syn carried Michael to the closest electrical room and forced the door open. He laid Michael on the floor and stared down him for a moment before leaving him in there.

Closing the door behind him, he turned around and placed his palm against it giving it a demon barrier so his son would not be disturbed. He couldn’t afford to help heal Michael… the time it would take for healing was needed for that kind of rage to wear off.

He smirked knowing the female Fallen had rattled Michael’s cage then frowned as he glanced back in the direction Angelica was in. Michael’s cage wasn’t the only one being rattled.

***** Shadow stayed hidden in her self made prison of the maze Night Walker’s called the spirit realm. She might be trapped here in this alternate dimension but that didn’t mean she had to make herself a target for Deth’s unwanted attention or the hoard of demons he’d brought here with him.

She missed the world of life that even now was nestled somewhere on the other side of the thin dimensional wall that separated the two worlds. Stepping through that wall was rather painful but she’d do it in a heartbeat if Deth would allow it. Problem was… he’d never allow it.

She watched as Deth once again gave Myra some of his blood. It was part of the deal he’d made with the woman before killing her in the human world. As promised, he’d raised Myra from the dead, but it was a slow process because the jealous demon had demanded that he was the only one to feed her.

The one thing the woman had going for her was the fact that she’d only been dead a couple hours. That revival was nothing compared to the process it took a zombie to reform after it had been in the grave for years or even centuries. Shadow sighed in her boredom deciding it would be more fun to watch grass grow.

In Shadow’s opinion, stupid demons deserved stupid humans. She’d been witness to the deal… both deals. The one Deth had made with Myra when she’d first had the half-breed child, and the deal Myra had made that allowed Deth to gain at least one of the two things he wanted.

Getting half of what you want never made a demon happy. Instead of looking at it half full, to Deth it would always be half empty.

Shadow recalled that Deth and Myra had started out fighting pretty heavy back then. Myra had spent most of her time running from the mistake she’d made but she’d never been able to outrun the demon that had caught her scent. The more Myra had fought him, the more Deth had wanted her.

Shadow shook her head once again realizing humans and demons were a lot more alike than most thought. Growing weary of the war between them, Myra had finally stopped running and offered Deth a deal.

The first deal had been that Myra would become his lover any time he wished it, as long as he stayed away from the child. Deth had been under the influence of Myra’s hunger when he’d agreed to the deal. Just like a man to think with the wrong head.

The second deal had been interesting though. Deth had threatened Myra with the fact that if he couldn’t watch over Tiara or ever see her, then he would send someone in his place… the deal hadn't forbid that. Myra had panicked and tried to make another deal with her demon lover. It was amazing how she had never learned not to trust a demon though she had put more thought into this final deal.

Myra agreed to cross over into this forsaken demon ridden world and let Deth revive her on this side on the condition that Deth stayed on this side with her. Shadow knew it was the last step to making sure Deth never got his hands on Tiara “the little princess”.

She supposed Myra loved Deth a little but that wasn’t why she’d made the deal… if Myra had been powerful enough Deth would have met his demise before the first deal had been struck.

Deth had also been smarter this time and had revised the deal before agreeing to it. He’d made sure Tiara would have the protector he wanted her to have by taking Shadow’s binding ring and making a clone from it using her Night Walker blood. As part of the deal, Deth would wear the clone and Tiara could choose a human to wear the real ring so he could tap into the binding spell.

Shadow understood more than anyone the secrets the Egyptian binding ring held. She frowned as she thought about the human that was now trapped in Deth's little game by wearing the ring.

With the rings came Deth's true connection to his daughter. Deth could keep tabs on her for him and Myra through the rings. If Tiara was to ever come across an enemy she would fall to, then the ring would alert him and he would be allowed twenty-four hours on the other side to rescue his daughter before the deal would bind him back into this world.

Myra had been a fool to agree to those terms. If Deth was allowed to leave here, then he would find a way to bring Tiara back with him. What he had not told Myra was that the ring also gave him a little control over the person wearing the ring. At least enough control to make that person stay near Tiara if Deth so chose.

She watched as Deth once again returned to staring at the ring. She wondered how long it would take him to decide to send a demon after his own daughter just to wound her so he could go collect what belonged to him. She knew Deth, had known him longer than she could remember. He might love Myra and Tiara in his own way, but he was evil enough to destroy both of them without feeling much guilt over it.

A demon hating you was one thing… but a demon as powerful as Deth loving you was a worse fate. Myra hadn't known that by agreeing to only being revived by Deth's blood she would not be able to fight him like she had in the human world. She would now become little more than an obedient rag doll for Deth to manipulate for eternity. The only thing Deth had not taken from Myra was her soul.

Shadow looked down at the marks on the inside of her wrists and wished Deth had not returned her own soul to her after he’d used a spell to bind her to him as his Night Walker. At least if she’d lacked a soul, the numbness would have kept her from being bored out of her mind.

She dropped her arms deciding it didn’t matter. As long as Deth willed it, she was just as trapped in this world as Myra was. The only thing she was waiting on now was Deth to make up his mind on how long he’d wait before he decided to kill his daughter.

Deth slowly pulled his bare chest away from Myra’s lips and rose from the bed, undisturbed with his nudity. He had built this place between dimensions many centuries before, ruled it from its highest peak with an untouchable army… the thousands of souls at his command.

Like his beautiful Myra, he was a necromancer, but his forte was the enslavement of the souls he drew to him rather than leading them into their afterlife.

Those very souls circled around his magnificent home crying out to be released… but Deth never released something once it belonged to him. He knew Myra did not truly love him, nor did he really care if she did or not. She was his and that was all that mattered.

He stared out the window of his bedchamber at the gray colored sky while pulling on a heavy brocade robe. He’d grown tired of the world. With nothing left to fight, even stealing the souls had not held its charm. He’d yearned for the world of demons he remembered and the sibling he’d lost so long ago.

Craven had been born from the same female only moments after he’d clawed his way out of her… but they had not been alike. Craven did not have the strength to handle the war that had been raging and had fallen to it… dragged into the rift and sealed away. Such a weak child to have fallen so quickly.

When he first saw Myra he’d had to have her… her power over souls had called him to her, reminding him of the taste of his brother’s power. It was a weak flavor but sensual and seductive in its nature.

After watching her from the darkness Deth found himself drawn to her sexual hunger. For reasons that eluded him, he felt jealousy when she turned to those weakling human males to satiate her need. That’s one of the reasons he’d removed them from the human realm… he’d known she would eventually find a way to elude him if he did not seal her away from prying eyes.

Deth concentrated on the ring and felt Tiara’s bliss. The sensation of the feeling made his eyes glow red and he punched his fist, ring first into one of the many paintings of Tiara that Deth had taken from Myra over the years. Myra had spent all of her energy keeping him from Tiara and now the child’s happiness was an unwelcome barrier.

If Tiara would just suffer then he could go get her. He let his gaze roam over all of the smiling paintings of his child then looked toward the bed Myra was laying on. He’d trapped his lover’s soul within that body so that she would never be able to leave him and he would do the same to Tiara.

Shadow stilled herself as she listened to Deth’s thoughts and watched the evil smirk appear across his lips. She knew he was finally going to acknowledge her presence which was something he hadn't done since they’d entered this dimension and probably something he would never do again if she accomplished what he wanted.

‘Shadow,’ Deth called to his Night Walker. Seeing the long dark hair and the young supple body of the Egyptian girl appear in front of him, he knew he had found his way to take his daughter’s smile away from her.

“Do you want me to kill her?” Shadow asked narrowing her gaze on her master.

Deth's eyes again turned their eerie red as he brought the ring hand up then struck Shadow across the face with it.

“What makes you think I would give that satisfaction to you? It will be I who ends her life,” Deth's voice was little more than an angry hiss. The color receded from his eyes as if it had never been there and he cupped the chin of the face that had turned away from him. “You will go find my daughter and destroy whatever is making her happy.”

Shadow held her ground as Deth called forth a small army of nasty underlings, ordering them not only to watch her but to obey her every command. She nodded looking forward to the pain of passing through the dimensional wall. She would do that and more if it would give her a few days away from him.

Deth watched Shadow step into her realm and smiled when his underlings followed her. Turning his attention to the ring on his finger, he moved toward the light shining through the window to admire it. He tilted his head to the side feeling not only Tiara’s pleasure but the ring bearer’s frustration as well.

“You want her,” Deth whispered, his voice like a silken caress.

He turned the ring on his finger, silently chanting the runic incantations inscribed on the band and he smiled again. The ring began to glow an angry red and tiny flames erupted from the inscription emphasizing the words as he recited them.

“You shall have her… and all she has to offer,” Deth promised. “All you need to do is kill anyone in your path.”