A Demon's Lure

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A Demon’s Lure Copyright  2011 by Angelita Gill ISBN: 978-1-61333-135-4 Cover art by Fantasia Frog Designs All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work, in whole or in part, in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher. Published by Decadent Publishing Company, LLC Look for us online at: www.decadentpublishing.com

A Demon’s Lure Angelita Gill

A 1 Night Stand Story

~DEDICATION~

To my best friend , Jennifer Wann, and our wickedly fun times in Las Vegas.

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Chapter One As Davien strode through the casino of the Castillo Hotel, heads turned his way. And not just because he fit a black suit and tie nicely, but people reacted to the inexplicable energy that hummed around and trailed behind him, calling out to the wicked. Though he didn't like being stared at much, he had gotten used to it, and most of the time the attention was harmless. Las Vegas offered what few cities in the world could in modern times: complete anonymity and endless indulgence. Too much to see. Too much going on. One could walk around with a giant tail or black eyes and no one would pause, except to snap a picture and compliment the costume. Not that he had the tail or black eyes most would imagine when the word demon came up. He wasn't that kind in storybook illustrations. More a man than a creature. The only things that gave him away were the two short, sharp horns that curved back on his head, and even those were hidden in his thick, black hair. He glowed red when angered...but so did a lot of pale humans. He did have a couple of other attributes that proved his demonic heritage, but only if he showed them off. He wasn’t a show-off anymore. He chuckled, head down, hands in pockets, as he strolled through the cluster of penny machines. Well, once in a while he could be.... He touched a finger to a slot machine without breaking stride. Seconds later, he glanced over his shoulder and grinned as the squeal of a young woman wearing a bride-to-be T-shirt rang in his ears. Coming to a hall of private elevators, he stepped inside and swiveled on a heel. The doors closed and the sounds of the casino silenced. The room he sought was located in an exclusive tower named the Prestige Suites, separate from the standard guestrooms on the other side of the resort. As the elevator swept him up to the top floor, he couldn't help the wistful feeling settling in his chest. He would miss this realm.

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The energy—good and bad—had sustained him for the past three hundred and some odd years. For most of that time, he’d remained behind the scenes and enjoyed what the human world had to offer. Though he would've preferred an open existence, it was impossible here. He didn't mind hiding his true nature, though, since demons had a nasty reputation. Many years before he’d thought the good demons’ deeds would gloss over the bad ones’ messes, but the attempts to show demons could in fact be humane, even useful, only seemed to aggravate their notoriety. The animosity had grown to such a degree over the past decade that many of his brothers had fled to another realm. Others made alliances with vampires and hid among them. Some were hunted down and killed. The last thought made him hesitate as the doors silently parted. Was he hungry enough for a night of pleasure in this realm to risk a possible trap? With a sigh, he stepped off the elevator and made his way to the penthouse suite. He’d contacted Madame Evangeline to inquire about her successful, discreet 1Night Stand service for a few reasons. One, he'd been alone a very long time, and though he could work his way through a nightclub or even a bookstore to seduce a human female at will, he didn't have time to play games. Two, he was curious to see if Madame could produce a client interested in a one-night stand with a demon. And three, once the night was over, he planned to leave the earth realm forever. He didn't belong here. He had nearly forgotten about his inquiry to Madame when she'd sent him an email, claiming she in fact had exactly what he'd requested. Beautiful. Available. And immortal? She offered an Under Huntress. A demon tracker and eliminator, in more specific terms. Oh, sure. Just the tiniest baby hiccup there. A slight conflict of interest. At first, he was going to email back and use one of those modern acronyms like LOL at Eve's incredible suggestion, but something gave him pause. Damn, pure, burning curiosity. He could not ignore it. 2

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So instead he'd written back asking for more detail. Why an Under Huntress? Madame replied this Kara had requested a demon open to the possibility of sharing a night with her. He hadn't said anything in his initial correspondence about having a fantasy of hooking up with his enemy, but it seemed the Frenchwoman had guessed with uncanny clarity what he'd decide in the end. Challenged accepted. The Under Huntress wanted to experience what a demon had to offer in bed. She rebelled against her vow, and if she was brave and daring enough to take the risk, so was he. Her agenda could be to seduce then kill him...but truth be told, that wouldn't be the worst fate. He approached the suite, swiped his key, and opened the doors. He pressed the touch screen near the door, and the heavy curtains parted. He walked past the luxury appointments and straight to the panoramic windows that showcased the spectacular view. He stared down at the Strip lights. Yes. He would miss this realm. *** Kara hid in the sumptuous lounge reserved for the use of the hotel's Prestige guests long enough for the bartender to send her pitying glances. In fact, she'd sat there a full hour already. Mentally preparing to meet her 1Night Stand match. Her heart thumped as doubt and desire warred in her chest. At the VIP manager's insistence, her suitcase had been delivered to the suite when she checked in. The bellman had given her a confused frown when he had to tug the bag from her grasp. Her cell phone vibrated. Madame Eve replying to her apprehensive text message. Do not worry, mon chéri, I have found what you want. The reward will be worth the risk. How could Madame be so sure? Still, perched on the sleek bar stool as sexy saxophone jazz music surrounded her, she continued to put off the inevitable. 3

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She wanted to go through with her date. If there was one thing she could do, it was follow her instincts. Ever since she'd found Madame Eve's business card in a lingerie store dressing room, she'd thought of nothing else. She'd gone into the place with no agenda except to browse and begun trying on garters, stockings, and lacy bras that were completely impractical for an Under Huntress—then she bought nearly everything she’d tried on. Over the years, the need for an Under Huntress had lessened as the number of demons and other macabre beings dropped. Things were changing. Not only were her skills not called upon as often, her desire weakened with every shot. Although she still looked into the eyes of her enemies and pulled the trigger, Kara's heart was no longer in the fight. When she had commenced on her task over a century ago, she was ordered to kill only the truly evil. Eventually the fight had escalated into a small, private war, and the Under Hunters and Huntresses had lost some of their own. The Immortal Council responded with orders said to kill all demons. Though you couldn't actually “kill” a demon...just send him home with a special bullet to the head that made sure he could never return. While she tried not to listen to rumors and whispers, she’d heard not all of their kind were twisted and dirty. There were those that stole souls and disappeared into the underworld to bargain for power. Others were known to exploit humans. But a rare few enforced peace, utilizing their powers for good, extracting a human's invisible yet potent energy and using it to sustain what powers they already had for good. Apparently, this Davien guy was one of those. Madame Eve insisted her background check had no equal. Kara’s one-night stand wouldn’t be one of the evildoers. Her parents would die of shock and shame if they knew what she was doing—if they were alive. Her fellow Unders would burn her at the stake, so to speak, if word got out about the details of her arrangement with Madame. She shivered and pushed the thought aside. She wanted a taste of something forbidden. Her life was a set of rules and orders. Spartan. Regimented. Often lonely. She wanted to feel alive. Of all the 4

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rumors she’d heard about demons, the one that rang the loudest was that their sexual appetites were voracious, intense...unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Just gossip, but if one heard the same details repeatedly, some of it had to be true. Why the hesitation? She was getting what she asked for down to the letter: an attractive male demon open to spending the night with his immortal enemy. Done. She laid a twenty on the bar for her untouched martini and made her way to the elevators. She just hoped she wasn't asking to be damned. Minutes later, she stood in front of Suite 9, smoothing her sleeveless, black dress. Underneath, she wore her new lingerie and even though the corset made it hard to breathe, the thought of wearing it tonight had been irresistible. Butterflies floated in circles inside her stomach as she inserted the card key, watched the green light flash, and opened the double doors. Across the room, the city lights twinkled in the cool November air. The sound of the crackling blaze in the fireplace and the dimness created a sunset kind of mood. The doors closed behind her. “Hello.” Startled by the deep, male voice, she snapped her gaze to the left. In the muted darkness, all she could see were large male hands resting on the arms of the chair, long legs spread apart, and the glow of two bright blue eyes staring at her. “I'm Kara.” Of course, he knows that. He rose and stalked toward her, the firelight illuminating his features, a halfsmile forming. “Yes, I know. And I'm Davien.” Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. Her heart pounded as her desire jumped up and down inside her, excited to be unleashed, eager to play. He was striking, handsome. Especially when he smiled. Over six feet tall, black hair, sharp aquiline nose, broad shoulders, trim waist. He'd unbuttoned the top button of his black dress shirt, revealing a strong, masculine throat. One she'd love to run her tongue over. What would he taste like?

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He came so close she almost stepped back and extended a hand for some space, but she held her stance. She didn't want to appear frightened, when she was anything but. She lifted her chin as he locked his gaze with hers, beginning to circle around her as if making an inspection. “So you're an Under Huntress.” Turning with him, she raised a brow. “So you're a demon.” The cocky half-smile returned with a huff of amusement. “I am. Are you afraid of me?” “No,” she said without pause. “You're the one who should be frightened of me. I kill your kind, after all.” “Death in this world is nothing to be afraid of.” No, she wouldn't think a male like him feared much. “There are worse things, I suppose. Like being alone.” He nodded. “Agreed.” He pressed his body to hers, walking her backward until her back flattened against the wall, and she gasped at the impact. He braced a hand at either side of her face, trapping her between his muscled arms, inhaling long, and cocking his head. Her heart pounded at his bold move, the power he exuded—the feel of hot male all over her. “What’s this all about?” he asked darkly. “What do you mean?” “Don't screw with me. Is this some kind of rebellion against Mommy and Daddy? The Under clan? Hmm? Forgive me if I find it hard to believe you came with any view other than to play games with someone you shouldn't toy with.” “I thought Madame made my intentions clear.” The natural, heated scent of him surrounded her like a fog...a musk of dark, exotic spice blended with the barest whiff of clean sweat. For the second time, she had the urge to lick his throat. First, she had to explain herself. “This is nothing more than what she told you. A night with the kind of male I have been told is off-limits. It has nothing to do with the clan or my parents. I wanted to experience something I’m sure I'll never be able to more than once.” “What have you heard about sex with a demon?” he sneered. “That we're perverted? Cruel? Sadistic?” 6

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His already defensive attitude derived from his knowledge of what she was. She couldn’t blame him. “I know you're not.” His mistrustful gaze flashed with slight confusion. He dropped his arms and turned to the well-stocked bar gleaming under dim spotlights. “Right...would you like something to drink?” Biting the corner of her lip, she went to stand before the window and see the view. “Yes, thank you.” She glanced over at him. He grabbed a bottle of white wine, his face taut. She sensed a lot of dark energy inside him. Was that a good or bad thing? She had no idea, unsure who would make the first move or what it would be like to touch him, let alone kiss him or have sex with him. But she was sure it would be unforgettable.

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Chapter Two Davien busied himself by drawing out the task of opening a bottle of wine, while the temperature of the blood in his veins rose to such a degree. His hands shook. Eve had said Kara was beautiful. Davien knew beautiful. During his centuries in the human realm, he had admired, flirted, danced, and seduced beautiful. Kara’s long, glossy brown hair, eyes the color of golden sunlight sifting through emerald leaves and amber, her bee-stung lips, and strong but feminine frame had his blood racing. The husky quality of her voice drew him into a stupor. Her stunning face and body couldn't be dismissed, but he sensed more. It was all that and a little mystery. Her energy amazed him and its acute effect jammed his senses like nothing he could measure against. Of course, he expected her to have a certain amount of confidence, and she did. He didn't expect the trace of innocence in her manner mixed in with a sex appeal that could not be manufactured. This countenance was natural, as intoxicating as her subtle scent of amber and sandalwood, stirring the darker demon inside him that wanted to ravish her without another word needing to be spoken between them. He'd start a new set of rumors about his kind’s expertise in the bedroom, and he'd start them with her. Drink time. He rolled up his cuffs, poured, then grabbed the glasses and walked over to stand at her side and face the window. She accepted the wine and their fingers brushed. He bit down on his jaw at the fiery sensation the brief touch seared in his skin. Was he that easy? Shit. “What do you want, Kara?”

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“Can you be more specific?” she asked with a hint of a smile, bringing the glass to her lips. “No doubt you have some sort of expectation of me.” He tucked a hand in his pocket. “As a male...as a demon. Perhaps there's something special you would like only I can provide. Before we move on, I'd like to know what you think that might be.” Her lashes lowered then she raised her gaze back to his. “Is there something only you can do?” He raised a brow and curved his mouth. “Oh yes, there is.” With a half-turn, he put his palm out to the fireplace a few yards behind him. A small ball of flame ejected from the fire and hovered over his hand like a pet. Her eyes widened with wonder then she smiled. He grinned back at her, his heart skipping that ever-needed beat. With a soft puff of air, she blew out the flame, and Davien laughed, the sound foreign to him. How long had it been since he laughed? “What else?” she asked, a trace of excitement in her voice. He nodded toward the window. Splaying his hand against the glass, he narrowed his eyes in concentration while crystals and ice formed around his wrist, crackling, spreading out and away, rapidly covering the entire panorama with a sheer film of ice. He turned to her, pleasure filling him at the awe in her face as she took in the wonder with a disbelieving laugh, the cloud of her breath forming and floating in the air. He smiled, swiped his hand across the glass, and the ice melted to leave rivulets of water streaming down the pane. He’d never had so much fun showing off. And he never wanted to kiss anyone more than he did her at the moment. “Is that all?” she asked, grinning. “Those are just the basics.” She cocked her head to the side. “I'm afraid I have no tricks to dazzle you with. All I know how to do is track, point, and shoot.” “Do you know how to kiss?” He couldn't resist. He took her empty glass and set both on the coffee table. 9

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Her lips parted at the question and the anticipation of claiming them burned low inside him. She stood there for a moment, not answering. Just as he was about to say something to fill the silence, she crooked her finger with a gentle invitation. Yes. He could only tame his need a degree as he cupped her jaw and brought her in fast and without much finesse, his mouth hard on her soft one. His kiss was uncontrollable as he forced her lips to part so he could slide his tongue in and sample hers. To his heady delight, she opened wide with a certain desperation of her own, tangling her tongue around his as if she'd done it a thousand times before. Just the way he liked it. Her heat combined with traces of wine and the smooth, daring dance of her tongue ignited an explosion in his groin, his cock painfully hard and straining in his slacks. He growled and left a light scrape of his teeth across her bottom lip, making her shiver and moan. Moving down her chin, he wrapped his arms around her and trailed his tongue and teeth over her jaw aggressively, desperate with her scent. Her head fell back as she groaned, fingers laced in his hair, pressing his face closer, giving him permission to ravish her. He ran his hands up her back, digging his fingers in to feel her body through the dress, searching for a way to free her from its protection. Seconds passed and he hadn't found any buttons or zipper to undo. He snarled in piercing frustration as he bit her shoulder with gentle teeth. His voice grated and hoarse, he said, “Do you like this dress?” “What?” She sounded far away, hazed. “Do you like this dress?” he repeated with more conviction than he intended. He lifted his head and straightened. Lips full and pouting from his kiss, she shrugged. “It's just a dress.” He raised his hand. “Hold still.” Chest heaving, she remained in place, a pucker of confusion marring her brow. Starting at the shoulders, concentrating so he didn't burn her skin or the undergarments beneath, his hand trembled as the heat and magic of his power intertwined with his mind's eye. She gasped, looking down, watching the dress 10

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melt and disappear as his hand waved over her. He gulped, sweat running down the side of his face as he meticulously seared the layer of fabric from her skin, leaving the rest of her untouched. Like unwrapping a gift with the utmost care, first her breasts were revealed spilling over the top of a black, cinching corset, making his cock jump in response, followed by wide hips, lace panties, and a set of strong, enticing legs. She lifted her stunned gaze back up to his with an incredulous voice. “Davien.” “What?” he spoke in a lazy tone, swiping his palms. “I let you keep your sexy underwear.” She put her hands on her hips with a reproachful look. “I can't believe you did that.” He shook his head as he gazed at her. She was all his for one night. He grabbed her hand and jerked her against him, kissing her hard and quick. “You don’t need anything but your voice and your eyes and your body to entice me, Kara.” She rubbed her palms up his shirt, starting at the first button in her way. “Your turn.” As she had when he undressed her, he stood still as she worked down his shirt the old-fashioned way, pulling it from his slacks. He helped her finish and shrugged out of it as she explored his chest and stomach with firm and slow caresses, making his muscles tremble with her touch. She stepped out of her high heels. Shirtless, he grasped her hips and whipped her around to face the window. His head over her shoulder, their eyes met and held. Bringing his hands around to her waist, he pulled her back to him, his hard cock reacting to the lush curve of her ass. He kissed the side of her neck. An expert at undoing every feminine garment since the seventeenth century, he made quick work of the hook-and-eye closures in the back, easing her breasts and waist from their confinement. He groaned at the sight of her full bosom. He dropped the corset to the floor, grazing his hands over her stomach, moving up to cup her breasts again, shuddering at her moan when he pinched the nipples to hardened peaks of rosy flesh.

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“You are exquisite,” he murmured, unable to control a slight tremor at the feel of her body under his hands. His voice lowered. “Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise.” Usually, he would have a woman on her back or against the wall by this point in the action, seducing her hard and fast, hearing her scream his name, making her come so he could reach his own oblivion. This time, however, he wanted to savor his last night in the human realm and feast on her slowly. Unless she wanted it the other way. In that case he'd just have to have her multiple times. He smiled at the thought. She took his right hand, guiding it down her torso, leading his fingers inside her panties. “Touch me.” Try to stop me. His fingers slid over a small patch of soft curls then spread her lips to access her most delicate center. Her body squirmed against him, her ass rotating on his dick with such a sweet motion, his eyes rolled back in his head. She was drenched, and the hot wetness of her pussy melted on his fingers. He moaned aloud and his hand left her panties, desperately going to his pants and unbuttoning them in quick order. He forced them and his boxer briefs down, freeing his cock. It sprang out, tapping her ass. Davien fought the urge to bend her over and slide inside her right then and there. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them away. He seized her hips and jerked her back against him. “How do you want it?” “Hmm?” “How do you want me to fuck you?” He planted feverish kisses on the side of her neck, one palm circling over her nipple, the other back inside her panties rubbing her clit. “Tell me and I'll do it. Just say it fast.” “I...I....” He turned her around again and silenced her with his mouth, snaking his tongue inside, , then broke away. He picked her up with one arm, and she wrapped her legs around him. He mouthed her nipple as he carried her to the penthouse bedroom. She gave a low, inarticulate sound, holding his head to her, and he sucked and nipped as he blindly found his way. 12

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Once inside the bedroom, he fell on top of her on the luxury bed and she laughed breathlessly, running her fingers through his hair. Her palms brushed over his horns and she gasped. Davien lifted his head from her breast. “You sound surprised. Did you forget what I am?”

Kara shook her head. “No...in fact, I'm loving what you are, so far.” She carefully ran her hands over his sharp-pointed horns. Bringing his head down, she kissed his forehead. When his eyes met hers again, she saw a heated appreciation in them. The affection hit her, blindsiding her. The evening had just begun, they hadn't even started having sex, and her mind was already blown. He didn't comment on her statement, only capturing her lips with such force her head fell back to the bed. His potent desire overwhelmed her, and her body accepted his touch and energy like a desert floor absorbs a rain shower. Invigorating. Necessary. That shook her to the core. The thought made her quiver and she whimpered against his mouth, hoping she would remember every exhilarating moment. He broke the kiss and shifted open-mouthed, lightly scraping his teeth down her chin, sliding his tongue on her throat as his body grazed down hers. He slid over to her breast and gently bit her nipple. Kara made a sound of exquisite bliss, wondering how much more she could stand before she begged him to fuck her. Down he went, fingers scraping the delicate skin over her ribs before gripping her hips, running his mouth over her stomach, leaving a long kiss just above her sex. Kara shook in anticipation as his tongue parted her pussy, licking the most sensitive, delicate bud. She cried out as he continued with slow, languid play, his groan tickling her core. She cried out again, the fierce rush jerking her fingers to dig into the sheets as the orgasm paralyzed her. He continued to lap his tongue between her soft folds. Still holding her hips, he flipped on his back bringing her with him, lapping with sweet sensuality. Her

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moans were long as she stretched her arms out, bent over, and lifted her ass in the air. She felt worshiped. Forcing herself to sit up, she looked down, grabbing a fistful of his hair as he brought her to another exquisite climax. Her throat burned with her cries as she gently rocked her hips on his mouth. “Oh! Yes...my pussy....” She threw her head back, descending from her high. He pushed her down again and stood at the end of the bed, pulling her to the edge. Grabbing her ankles, he brought her legs around him, poising his dick at her entrance as he gripped her hips. “Come here.” She arched and inched forward, the head of his cock barely entering her. He thrust his hips and slid in, filling her slick pussy in one swift, aggressive move that stole her breath. He lifted his face to the ceiling with a hiss. She made a noise at the size of him, large and harder than granite, stretching her. She started moving her hips. His grip tightened, jaw clenching, his muscles taut, veins bulging on his arms as he rocked in and out. He was magnificent. His eyes glowed with that blue fire again, just as they had when she walked through the door. Out of nowhere, she wondered if they did that with every female he made love to. Her heart pained at the thought and she reached her arms out, trying not to imagine it. Coming down to her, he continued thrusting with long in and out strokes, accepting her invitation to be close. He held her, their breaths mingling as their lips hovered close, not quite touching. Kara licked his upper lip with her tongue, once, twice. She grasped the sides of his face and kissed the corners of his mouth, his cheeks, thrusting her hips up faster and faster. “Kara....” He spoke in a low, guttural voice. She crushed her lips to his. He banded an arm behind her and held her up against him as she ran her open palms down his muscular back, grabbing his ass as he pumped inside her. She closed her eyes. Holding on tight, she buried her face in his neck. Her toes curled. The sensation began and she moved her hips harder. “Faster...” she breathed. “Faster. Yes, fuck me.” He complied with a low moan, bucking with short, quick thrusts. Kara lay on her back as he straightened and she touched his jaw, getting closer and closer to the peak of sexual ecstasy. He turned his face into her hand, kissing the palm, and 14

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her finger traced into his mouth. He sucked it with a moan. Kara cried out with breathless pleasure, running her hands down his neck and shoulders, stopping on his massive chest. His eyes were bright, piercing through the depths of her and reaching to a place she wasn't sure she wanted to be touched. The intensity of his stare held her like a spell...unable to look away. He fucked her harder, and she cried out with every thrust, her body drenched in sweat. A light smoke rose from his shoulders as he rode faster, held her tighter, finally releasing his own climax. The wisping smoke surprised and fascinated her, and he finally eased down, gathering her close while his heart thumped against her chest. He kissed her and moved to his side, bringing her next to him in his arms. They lay like that for a while, allowing their breaths to catch up. The light, sweet fumes lingered on his skin. She smiled, liking it. “Do you always smoke when you have sex?” His chest rose and fell as his breathing evened. “Mmm, yes. Does it bother you?” She inhaled with a smile. “No, not at all. It smells divine.” He chuckled. “Really? That's a first. It turns most females off.” She tried not to think about all the experience he probably had. Yawning, she stretched beside him, lids lowering, her voice soft as she told him, “I am not like most females.” “Yes....” He caressed her arm with his fingertips. “Yes, I know.”

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Chapter Three Davien lay in the dark with the Under Huntress sleeping in his arms, reluctant to move away. But he had to. There was some kind of...feeling...swirling around in his gut that he recognized, as covetous...possessive. He did not like it. Glaring into the shadows, he shifted Kara away and slid off the bed, forcing down the ache that stabbed at him the moment he no longer touched her. Brush that bullshit off your shoulders. He sauntered to the other room, twisted the cap off a bottle of vodka, and poured a generous amount. Kara was a gift for only one night. He threw back the liquor, keeping his chin up as it burned down his throat and insides. It did nothing to cool the fire still smoldering from the sex he'd just had with her. He grunted with frustration and poured another. That's all it was, by the way. Sex. Good sex. All right, really great sex. Dammit. Phenomenal sex. Had it been that long since he'd been satisfied? Could he recall a time he ever was? Beyond the pleasure still humming on his skin, in his blood, he couldn't remember ever...feeling afterward. There was that word again. Abandoning the vodka, he retrieved his boxer briefs and pulled them on, telling himself to get a damn grip. When did he become such a sap? He didn't know. Sure, he would miss the sights and sounds of the human realm, but he had no problem leaving it behind. It was just a place. He could go to so many other realms and see unimaginable delights, meet more interesting souls, live freely. Moreover, he could fuck any number of attractive creatures, from a nymph succubus to a djinn fairy—the opportunities were infinite.

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He stalked back to the doorway of the bedroom and leaned a shoulder against the jamb, staring at the ravishing brunette sleeping naked in the king sized bed, her sublime body outlined by the streaming moonlight through the curtains. His dick twitched. Like any of those immortals could hold a candle to her. He suddenly couldn't imagine going anywhere, doing anything, without her by his side. The thought was ridiculous, premature...born from tasting her lips, hearing her cry out his name, and holding onto him as if she never wanted to let go. Walk away now. While he stood in the shadow, she lay in the light like a sleeping angel—Under Huntress—there was a difference. Walk away now. Accept the night as the ultimate ending to your time here and move the hell on. Kara made a small noise and turned her head to the side. He watched as she ran a hand over his empty place beside her. He smiled. She was reaching for him...wanting him. Wondering where he was. He should go. But his will was weak. The thought of disappointing her by not being there when she searched for him killed any notion to turn around. He slid in next to her and she moaned softly as he pulled her into his embrace, rubbing her cheek on his chest with such sweet affection. Muttering a soft curse, he closed his eyes as his heartbeat quickened. He had to make love to her at least one more time before their lives parted forever. “Wake up...wake up.” Kara's lashes lifted at his soft whisper in her ear.

She smiled lazily and her mouth dropped open with a desirous sound as he kissed her shoulder, her chest…when he rubbed the tip of his tongue over the her nipple. Eyes hooded from her nap, she stroked her fingers through his hair and arched her back in a wakening stretch. She was wet; her clit burned in need, his slow, sensual, worship of her breasts stirring up a frenzy inside her. He lifted his head with that flashing killer grin. “I couldn't resist.” His voice deepened. “I want you.” 17

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She smiled back, stretching her arms above her. “Then take me.” With a deep sound of desire, he rolled on his back and brought her on top of him, causing her hair to swing over her shoulder. “You take me. I want to see you above me.” She straddled his hard, masculine body, the folds of her pussy on his hard cock. “Dammit, Kara. You're a dream.” How did he do that? Make her feel like she was most stunning female alive? Her exhilaration at the compliment emboldened her to please him like no other. Mark him with the memory of her for years to come. Because when it came to him, she was already there. Sitting up on her knees, she gripped his cock and filled herself with him, gasping as she slid down. Davien's body tensed between her thighs, his fingers digging into her ass as she began to slowly rock back and forth on top of him. Deep inside her, the pleasure and dull, quick pain of his big cock overwhelmed her as she braced her palms on his hard pecs. As she guided her hips with no rush, up and down, their quickening breaths filled the quiet of the bedroom. He cupped her ass as her pussy saturated his cock, the sensation of her languorous movements making her hotter, wanting to go faster. Then he lifted his head and caught her nipple between his lips, sucking hard. The shout of her rising pleasure exploded inside him as her back arched and he pumped harder beneath her, moving to suckle on her other breast. “I'm going to come,” she said. He tore his mouth from her nipple and cupped and squeezed her breasts, forcing her to sit upright. “Yeah, baby. Come for me.” She raked her hands in her hair as she rode faster, eyes locked with his as he pinched her nipples, massaged her breasts. “Yes, yes,” she shouted, climbing to completion. Rhapsodic bliss, sharp and immeasurable, crashed over her in blinding waves as she raked her hands up to hold her heavy hair from her sweating neck. The unconcealed pleasure etched in his features and the sound of his gratification touched her femininity, and she smiled as they came together with equal cries. 18

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She bent down and his hands captured her face as they met in a breathless, wet kiss, inhaling, breaking away for just a second to catch their breaths before crushing their mouths together again. Kara rolled over and faced him. A sense of awe, of fear and wonder, overcame her as the last strokes of bliss faded from her mind. Davien lifted her hand and kissed her fingertips. Goose bumps rose on her sweaty skin in the air-conditioned room. With a quick yank, he pulled the comforter over their naked bodies. For a while, they lay in silence. Her one night with a demon blew any kind of expectations to a thousand bits and pieces. The rumors were true. So beyond true. Do all demons make love like this? Or did I just luck out? She caught herself. Making love suggested more than sex and physical fulfillment. A term exclusive for those in love...or at least those with deep, affectionate feelings between them. It would be a mistake to confuse the two. Davien had given her such passionate pleasure, paid such attention to her, calling it casual sex seemed to cheapen it, lessen the delicate but undeniable connection between them. And it frightened her to think there was one. An Under Huntress falling for a demon after one night? Crazy. “What's going on in that head of yours?” His deep, lazy voice penetrated her thoughts. Her eyes met his. Should she be honest? Something inside her urged her to be. “You know my reasons for contacting1Night Stand. What I wanted and why. But...I don't know yours.” He looked away. “Does it matter?” Perhaps she shouldn't have asked. “I'd like to know.” He shrugged mildly. “I wanted an uncomplicated night with a female who wanted the same...and didn't mind I was a demon. To be honest, I didn't think Madame Evangeline would find me a match. I don't have to explain to you sleeping with a demon isn't at the top of every female's list.” “It was on mine.” His blue gaze slid back to hers. “And that's why we're here now. Together.” 19

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The clock near his side of the bed glowed with the time. Almost midnight. Time was going so fast, she didn't care to sleep at all. She longed to stay up with him and make the most of the hours. To assume he would want to see her after tonight would be a massive and gullible mistake on her part. He'd signed up for a one-night-stand, nothing more. “I'm leaving, Kara.” Her heart stopped. Right now? She had the urge to whine a protest like a child, but she reminded herself to acts like an adult. He was done with her and ready to go? The thought sliced her gut. “Then, go.” “I don't mean right now,” he explained, brushing his knuckles down her face. “Tomorrow. I'm out of here for good. I'm leaving this realm for another, where my presence is tolerated. Where my fellow demons are waiting for me to join them. This is my final night in the human realm.” “Why?” she blurted. The answer hit her right away. He'd already given her a reason. He was a demon and more than anything, he wasn't accepted. By all accounts, she should be putting a gun between his eyes and sending him to the underworld he came from for all eternity. His voice and eyes were solemn as he answered her. “I have no reason to stay.” The sad finality of his statement sank heavy and hard to her stomach. Kara’s eyes swelled with tears and she turned on her back then sat up, clutching the comforter to her chest. They could never be together, even if she wished it. She felt his eyes follow her as she walked to the bathroom. Needing a few minutes alone, she twisted the brass faucets of the large, round bathtub big enough to fit four adults. The tub filled fast with hot, rushing water. She found bath cubes arranged in an attractive pyramid in the corner of the tub. Unwrapping one and smelling the sweet, clean scent, she dropped it in. Slipping back in the bedroom, currently empty of Davien, she opened her suitcase and drew out a brush to comb out her gnarly strands of hair after the bath. The water had reached a perfect level when she returned to the bathroom. Finding a box of Castillo souvenir matches, she lit several pillar candles arranged around the bathtub. 20

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She sighed as she sank in, the temperature and scent of the salts heavenly. Moments later, Davien appeared in the doorway, still naked, the bottle of wine he'd opened earlier and two clean glasses in his hands. Unable to hide her excitement, she grinned at the sight, happy he wanted to join her. “May I?” he asked. “Get in here, handsome.” He smiled, setting the bottle and glasses on the edge of the bathtub before climbing in. She marveled at the contours of his muscular legs, how his shoulders bunched as he eased himself in across from her, the candlelight casting a soft glow on his sharp, attractive features. The water level rose and Kara spread her legs as he sat down. He poured the champagne, and she accepted hers with a wistful smile. “Should we toast?” “Do you think it's bad luck if we don't?” He chuckled. “Not really, but let's not tempt fate.” She smiled and raised her glass. “To 1Night Stand and Madame Eve.” He touched her glass with his and gave a short nod. “To that genius of a woman.”

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Chapter Four Davien couldn't remember the last time he'd shared a bath with a woman. He’d never possessed the patience or romantic attitude to partake in something so indulgent. He preferred quick, hot showers. In and out. What was the point of soaking in soapy water? Unless of course, one happened to be sitting across from the most breathtaking female imaginable, then getting pruney fingers and toes was the greatest thing ever. Kara smiled at him as she smoothed her hands over the surface , sank back in the water and doused her head, then came up to run her hands over her hair. The candlelight gave her an ethereal appearance, catching the specks of gold in her eyes, making his heart thump. Dammit. It was going to require the strength of a thousand demons to tear himself away from her in the morning. “So.” She smiled, reclining with her lovely, creamy breasts breaking the surface and drawing his complete focus. “What will you miss the most?” You, he almost blurted. You, Kara, who I've known for a matter of hours in my three hundred plus years here in this realm. I'll thinking of you long after I leave. But he couldn't say that. “Many things.” “Name three.” “Three? Okay. In no order of preference, mind you, I'll say....” He paused to think. “Tropical islands. Contact sports. And Mardi Gras.” Her laugh was light. “Why those?” “Because you can't find any of them in other realms. None that I've been to, at least. Well, I guess I could watch a good death match. That's a lot like contact sports.” He winked at her as she giggled. “Have you ever left this realm, Kara?” A touch of sadness glinted in her eyes. “No. No reason to. I have a duty here.” He arched a brow, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Oh yes, the Under Huntress thing. You know, no offense, but you don't look like a hardcore killer.”

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“That's one of the reasons they trained me.” Her level voice could have been talking about playing chess, instead of executing his kind. “So not one of you would see me coming.” “Ha. I'd see you.” He smiled wickedly at her. “And I've seen you come.” She splashed him. “Don't mock me. It's what I am.” “Ever consider giving it up?” “What? Quit?” She frowned, appearing insulted he would even ask, but from the uncertain look in her eyes, she had at least considered it once or twice. “Being an Under is what I know,” she said, her voice barely audible, staring at the water’s surface. “If I'm not an Under Huntress, what am I?” “Did you notice you just spoke as if you'd already quit?” She snapped her gaze back to his. “Stop it.” “From what I can see, you weren't born to be an Under, you were made. It was forced on you through family legacy, and while I'm not criticizing your lineage, it's clear that although it's in your blood, you don't have the taste for it.” He paused. “Admit it.” She leaned an elbow on the edge of the tub, fingers to her temple. “It doesn't matter if I don't have a taste for it. It's what I am. If I leave...I'll be banished from my home. Shunned by everyone I know. I'd have no one and nothing.” He found her free hand in the water and gently held it in his. “That's the beauty about being an immortal. You have time to figure it out. Do what you want.” He arched a thick, black brow. “Do who you want.” She snatched her hand away, eyes filled with suspicion. “I know what you're doing. This is what you do, isn't it? Seduce and hypnotize others to abandon their moral codes and follow their wicked, selfish desires?” To her surprise, he laughed. “You're getting mad because you know I'm right. I couldn't care less if you heed my advice.” That wasn't entirely true. It would be a waste if she dedicated her life to such a pointless cause. Let the fanatics keep pursuing demons into the underground. She obviously wasn't one of them. “But I hope you do. Whether or not you admit it, you did this tonight as a way of getting to the truth. Not all demons are here to spread evil. You've probably killed a few that didn't deserve it. Now you've made love to one. Can you go back?” 23

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She didn't answer. He decided he'd said enough, gotten her thinking. Wanting to distract her and restore her good mood, he set his hands on the bottom of the bathtub, spread his fingers, then slowly lifted them above the surface. A thick sheet of water rose over his palms, and with creative focus, he used his energy to push it up all the way to the ceiling. It caught Kara's eye. “What are you doing?” He slid his fingers down the wall he'd created, making it pour into the tub, unable to see her reaction through the rushing cascade. She gasped at the result. Her fingers gently touched it before snatching away. “You made a waterfall.” Snatching her wrists, he pulled her body and held her in the middle of his elemental, magical torrent of rain. She arched her back, and he watched as the thick sheet pour over her beautiful breasts and body. He couldn't resist sucking a nipple into his mouth. Her legs squeezed around him in response as he suckled the nub, water splashing down his head and back as she massaged the back of his skull. All of his senses throbbed. She bent her head down and he lifted his face. They came together in a slow, drenched kiss, tongues meeting without rush. He was hard in an instant, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close. She broke the kiss and held his face in her hands, streams running down her nose and cheeks, face serious. “Davien, you're right. You're so right about me. I don't want to be an Under anymore. That part of my life is over. Thank you.” The smile he gave her was a little unsure, a little shaky, but all genuine. “You're welcome.” He snapped his fingers. The last of the waterfall cascaded down on Kara's body. He wanted to concentrate on her.

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lips, pumping his hips in an almost desperate rhythm, the steam of the water blending in the smoke rising from his back. The gray, potent scent filled her senses, fueled her blood. She came and came...never wanting to descend from her blissful high. Davien roared out his completion then drove into her with his slow, final thrusts. Afterward, his hand smoothed over her temple, and he looked at her with such fierce intensity, she had to break away. She didn't want him to leave. Now or ever. He pulled away. Hot tears welled in her eyes and she sank in the water, hiding the tears, hiding her emotions. He'd been right about her dedication to remain an Under Huntress. It was forced and obligatory, not a career choice. Bottom line, he'd just confirmed what she'd felt for so long and said it out loud. No, she couldn't go back. She'd closed the door to that life as soon as she opened the one that led her to Davien. Wasn't it her mother who always told her people come into your life for a reason, a purpose? You may not know why or for how long, but it's never by accident. Fate intended her to find Davien. And even though it would hurt like hell when they parted in a few hours, at least she'd know it was meant to be. She washed her hair while he got out and wrapped a towel around his waist, disappearing into the bedroom. Afterward, she drained the tub and towel-dried her hair before brushing it out. Davien was curled on his side, his eyes tightly shut as she passed by the bed a few minutes later to find something to wear. The clock showed two a.m. “I hope you're not thinking of wearing something to bed,” he murmured as she dug through her suitcase. She laughed. “If I get in there naked, I'll never get any sleep.” “Believe it or not, baby, you've destroyed me for at least a few hours.” He held the covers open for her. “Come here. I just want to hold you now.” Her heart lurched at the intimacy in his tone. She dropped her nightgown and crawled into his embrace, reveling in his heat and comfort. She felt so right to be there. Was she imagining the avaricious gaze in his eyes as he made love to her in 25

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Chapter Five Sunrise. Davien's eyes flashed open. Damn it to hell. He had to go. He’d had made arrangements to meet with a Taker—a transporter from one realm to another—in just a few hours. The service was costly, and if he didn't make this appointment, it would be a very long time before he got the opportunity again. He looked down at Kara. Finding a woman like her would likely never happen again. He ran a tip of his finger down the soft skin of her cheek as she slept on his chest. He shifted and she moaned, rolling to her side and out of his arms. He was cold without her, but it was the perfect opportunity to leave. Easy. Then why did it feel so fucking hard? He wanted to roar in frustration. He had to go. His mind made up. What could possibly be ideal about getting involved with an Under Huntress? Nothing. It'd be a hot mess of a ride of fleeing from country to country, seeking places where they could be together in peace, protecting her from any backlash she'd get from running away with a demon. She'd hate it. He turned his head and stared at her naked back. Or maybe she wouldn't. He could show her the world. Hell, the universe. And they'd be together. They could laugh and explore, make love without a care, see things they'd never seen before. If he knew it was what she wanted, he’d tear the planet apart to make her happy by his side. There would be a reason to stay. To make her happy. To have someone to share his demonic life with.

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He snarled low—she deserved better than that. She would retire as an Under Huntress and start a new immortal life doing whatever she pleased. What made him think she would give up all that newfound freedom to gamble on a future with him? He huffed. She wouldn't. With a dark scowl, he turned away from her and climbed out of bed. Dressing quickly, he refused to look at her while he buttoned his shirt and shrugged on his jacket. This was for the best. Their night together had been perfect. He shouldn't spoil it by waking her with some awkward attempt at good-bye or begging her to go with him. He strode to leave the bedroom when he stopped dead in his tracks at the doorway. He glanced back...stared as long as he dared, then resumed his stride to the suite's front doors. Their night was over.

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Apprehension gripped her; she wasn't sure how or where she was going to start. Maybe Madame Eve would give her some kind of clue, even though clients' information was confidential. Kara would say whatever was necessary to reach Davien before it was too late. Charging out of the suite, she rushed down the hall to the elevators, tapping the down button until the doors opened. Her mind raced to conceive a plan as she scrambled in and pushed the button to the casino floor. Her heart pounded with panic. He couldn't be too far. If only she had his number, she could call and make him tell her why he left without saying a word. Then she could tell him she wanted to be with him, that she knew he wanted to be with her. She'd seen it. They could be together. Starting like, right now. First, she'd call Madame Eve, then she would track down every known Taker in the city until she found the one he had hired. She had plenty of resources to help her. And if he was already gone, she would go from realm to realm.... The chime dinged and the doors parted. She raised her eyes and took a step, then gasped as she stopped. Davien leaned against the entryway of the elevator, one foot crossed over the other. Her heart filled with such inexplicable joy, she couldn't speak, only able to stand there, heart pounding. That half-grin she adored curved his mouth, a wicked gleam in his bright blue eyes. He reached his hand out to her. “Let's go.”

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~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

More than a little obsessed, Angelita has been writing romance since her early teens, sometimes getting in a little trouble with teachers/employers/coworkers. They'd say: “Are you...writing a novel when you should be studying/working/obeying?” She'd say: “Um, yes. It's my dream.” And now she's living her dream full-time and couldn't be more thrilled. She writes erotic paranormal and contemporary romance, but reads historical. If she could travel back in time, she'd be attending a ball in Regency England in a fabulously wicked gown, dancing with the most handsome rogue in the room. This shameless romantic loves chocolate martinis, Pin Up Couture, and ballet. She lives with her very own Alpha male in Las Vegas, aka Sin City, where she is a very happy local.

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