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“More like resting.” He sat up and rubbed his hands through his hair. The sight of his torn T-shirt
made him grimace.
The other Fallen nodded and sat in the chair across from him. He tossed a small bundle his way. “I
hope you don’t mind that I grabbed a few of your things on my way over. It’s no fair that you have such a
nice place on this plane while I’m stuck down there. I’m jealous.”
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Vassago unwrapped the clean clothes and started changing. Normally, he would have enjoyed a nice,
long bath after the day’s events, but he still couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that threatened to smother
him. “Second trip out in the same day. What do you have to tell me?”
“Only that Lucifer’s majorly pissed at you for destroying two of the Skinwalkers.”
He shrugged. “It’s not my fault I’m left with limited resources on how to deal with them. Maybe if
he’d been a little more upfront with the details—like telling me four got out instead of one—maybe I’d
have been better prepared.”
Caim caught a glimpse of Vassago’s hilt and reached for it. “Holy shit, you got your sword back?”
Vassago covered the hilt before Caim could touch it. “It seems even the egomaniac wants this nipped
in the bud. So if Lucifer has issues with me destroying demons, he can take it up with God. I’m tired of
playing the middle man.”
The other Fallen swore under his breath. “You have no idea how things are down there.”
“And I have no intention of finding out.” He tossed his old clothes in the trashcan. “I have one more
Skinwalker to catch before Puriel takes control of the situation.”
Another hissed curse word erupted from Caim. “That’s bad news.”
“Tell me about it.” He tried to comb his hair straight. “Anything else I should know?”
“Only that we managed to kind of get a lead on the location of the original rift on this plane. It wasn’t
too far from the portal, and let me tell you, there’re some tongues wagging that you were involved in it.”
“Why the fuck would I want to create more work for myself?”
“Why did you need to hire a human to help you find them?”
“Why would I destroy two demons after going through all the trouble to bring them here?” He
punched his fist into a pillow. “Hell’s full of idiots if they think there’s any truth to that. Either that or
someone’s trying to deflect attention away from himself.”
Caim opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it and rubbed his chin. “You might be on to
something there.”
“What do you mean?”
“Let me go back and check out a few things.” The Fallen dashed toward the window.
Vassago caught his arm just before his glamour fell into place. “Be careful. Just because they can’t
kill you, doesn’t mean that can’t leave you a broken mess.”
Caim flashed him a reckless grin. “If I find something out, I’m putting in for a week’s pass up here
and crashing at your place. Think of all the fun we could have with the ladies.”
He disappeared and kicked up a whirlwind of papers as he flew outside.
Vassago glanced at the sleeping figure in the bedroom. There was only lady he wanted to have fun
with, and as soon as he caught the last Skinwalker, he intended to indulge her for hours on end.
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Chapter Eleven
Anjali awoke with heavy limbs. The fuzzy blackness that had sheltered her from the fire wanting to
devour her flesh slipped away. Thankfully, the fire disappeared with it, leaving only a cool breeze on her
skin.
She turned to the window and saw the curtains dancing in the wind. An orange glow bathed the city
outside. Sunset. She tried to sit up, but something bound her hands over her head and prevented her from
rising. A surge of fury flowed into her muscles as she tugged against her restraints.
“Will, what the fuck did you do to me?”
He appeared in the doorway and leaned against the wall with a cocky grin. “Glad you’re finally
awake.”
“And tied to the headboard.” She gave the material another yank, but it held fast. “What kind of kinky
game are you playing?”
“I was merely trying to keep you from clawing yourself to death while the Skinwalker’s venom
worked its way out of your system, but if you want to play kinky games…” His voice drifted off as he
stalked her like a large panther.
“That was an accusation, not an invitation.” Her words said one thing even as her body rebelled
against her. Her nipples tightened under her T-shirt from the hunger on his face. Her sex clenched at the
thought of him crawling on top of her and ravishing her body. Geez, after the hell she’d been through in the
last twenty-four hours, why did she still crave a nice fuck-fest with him?
“You’ve had a rough day, my pet.” He sat on the edge of the bed. His fingers started at her forehead,
traced her cheek and jaw, and then continued down her neck and chest to the curve of her breast. “Anything
I can do make you feel better?”
Her mind raced with all sort of ideas, most of them involving the two of them naked. If he made love
to her, would his wings wrap around her again? Her mouth went dry, and she licked her lips. “You can
untie me now.”
“But I think you’ll enjoy it more if you surrender to me. Imagine letting your mind go and just
enjoying the sensations you feel.” His fingers circled her aching peaks. “No worries, no concerns, no
wondering what will happen next.”
As tempting as her body thought it sounded, her mind bristled at the idea of being held captive while
he did whatever he wanted. “Do you always feel the need to tie up your lovers?”
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He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A jolt of pleasure shot straight down to her
womb, and she gasped. “No, my pet, only you. You need to learn that you can’t always be in control.
Sometimes, the best things in life are messy and disorderly.”
He leaned forward and caught her mouth with his, cutting off her reply. His tongue teased the opening
before plunging deeper. A small whimper rose in her throat as their tongues danced together in a way that
made the lambada seem like an innocent stroll through the park. His hand drifted over to her other breast
and teased that nipple in the same way as the first one.
Despite her best efforts, Anjali found herself slipping further and further under his spell. She needed
to break free of him if she wanted to keep her mind intact. She ended the kiss. “Will, I’m not some pawn
for you to play with.”
“Of course not. You’re a queen.” His lips trailed down her neck in a series of nips and licks.
Her soaked panties offered testimony to his skill as a lover so far, but like before, he kept his hands
above her waist. “If I’m a queen, treat me like one, not like a slave.”
He laughed and pulled her T-shirt up over her head, bunching it around the sari that bound her wrists.
Her bra quickly followed, leaving her breasts exposed to the chilly evening air and his unimpeded perusal.
He cupped both of them in his hands. The flicks of his thumbs over the taut peaks made her back arch off
the bed. “Every queen deserves to be worshipped.”
“If you’ll untie me—” Her words ended in a hiss as he took one of her breasts into his mouth, gently
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