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He was animal, snarling and growling, grabbing at my shoulders and the couch cushions, driving into me, forcing me to spread my legs and tilt my hips up to give him access to all of me. This is what it was like to be completely taken, to be held, protected, andowned.This is where Mike met the demon in the middle, and together they shared the power of the man on top of me, making me shudder and tremble under his touch and thrusts.
My peak was building, every hit of his cock against my prostate pushed me closer until I was whimpering in Mike’s ear, the sound merging perfectly with the growl moving through his throat.
“Mike,” I panted out, my fingers aching from where they gripped his shoulder blades. “I’m going to…”
“You’remine,” Mike snarled, hitting me with another hard thrust in exactly the right spot.
“Yes,” I hissed out through my teeth.
“Mine!”This time the word was punctuated with a long and harsh growl, and I spasmed around him as I came, cum shooting over my stomach. Mike’s arms trembled, and the fabric ripping on the couch cushions intensified as he unloaded inside me, twitching and thrusting his cum into me.
He collapsed on top of me, and the gentle ache of his cock, still hard , was so good.
There was a moment filled with nothing but our breathing, his heartbeat against mine as we came down from our highs.
“Do I scare you?” Mike whispered against my neck.
It was strange, but there was something about discovering Mike’s secret that changed everything, but not in the way I would have thought it would. Of course, I had been afraid initially, but was I still? Or was the man and beast now merged into one—one man who would protect me, look after me, claim me—a warrior.
And beyond that, a man who trusted me with every part of him, even the parts he hated and the parts he couldn’t control.
“No,” I answered, planting a kiss against his collarbone.
Mike simply hummed in return, a sound filled with satisfaction and only hinted at uncertainty. We lay there for some time, with Mike buried inside me, and every twitch of his cock would send another bolt of pleasure through me.
“I’ll protect you…” he said, and it almost sounded like he was talking to himself, reassuring himself more than he was me, “… always. I’ll keep you safe. Whether you hate me or not or whether you stay with me or not, I’ll protect you.”
I believed him.
JACOB
Mike’s arms were wrapped around my shoulders, keeping my back firmly against his chest as he slouched slightly to keep his face near mine. I didn’t want him to let me go, and in a room with angels and demons, I tried not to think too hard about the irony it was that with the demon, I felt the most secure.
Demon or not, he was Mike.
Ray and Ilsa hadn’t returned, and despite Frank calling this morning, Mike had insisted we were okay, and he didn’t need to be here for the handover.
Handover, like I was illegal goods or something.
Zaqiel, Emrick’s brother, was in Emrick’s words afull-blown angel,had come to pick me up. I trusted Zaqiel almost immediately, and while he was a tall and imposing figure like his brother, he radiated calm and security. He had deep blue eyes that watched me, expressionless, and Emrick and Mike ran through who was after me and why. Mike did most of the talking while Emrick remained tight-lipped about his experiences with Tate. I was to stay with Zaqiel and his human partner—Evie—for a few days or as long as needed until Tate could be brought under control.
In Mike’s world, that meant reasoning with Tate somehow, but for Emrick, it meant to kill him. I didn’t know what Emrick’s stakes in this were, but it was almost like he’d been handed a pass that saidgo,and now he could kill Tate and use Mike and me as an excuse for his deeds. Is that how he played his entire business? Waiting until he had some flimsy excuse to kill that he could cling onto so he didn’t need to feel remorse?
I wanted to stay with Mike, but Mike and Tate shared a connection. Mike had explained to me what bonding meant between demons or between a demon and a human and what it meant to sever the bond, an act that had left him and Tate scarred for life, inside and out. Tate would be able to find Mike if we stayed together, and Mike feared that he would somehow subconsciously call to him in moments of passion. Emrick was steadfast that Tate wouldn’t come to the club, but Mike was taking no chances with my life.
So, an angel was to be my babysitter.
I kept glancing over Zaqiel’s shoulders as though I would see a glimpse of feathered wings, and that would somehow make this all real. There was a lingering part of my mind telling me I was going crazy, that none of this was real, and that Emrick, Mike, Zaqiel, and Tate were all merely deluded humans.
Zaqiel’s partner, Evie, sauntered up behind him, watching Emrick with distaste and distrust, which made me like her immediately. She was stunning, the epiphany of traditional beauty, except for the scars. Not scars born from a severed bonding like Mike’s. No, these were from another person. Her scars told the tale of abuse. Yet when she saw me looking, and I raised my eyes to her, ready to apologize, she simply smiled softly, reassuring me it was okay. She was comfortable with every part of her, and I envied that.
It may have been platonic, but I think I fell in love with Evie right there, and I can see how an angel would love her too.
Emrick stood and took several large steps across the balcony floor to Zaqiel, where they briefly but strongly shook hands. A slap of palms together and a single shake was all before Emrick dropped the contact. Zaqiel seemed unfazed by Emrick’s behavior, but I suppose, as his brother, he was probably used to it.
Emrick turned to Evie and looked her up and down. “Weren’t you a hooker?” he asked.
I almost choked on my breath, and Evie casually arched an eyebrow at him. “Excuse me?”
