Lover's Wrath: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance (An Angel and Her Demons Book 3) by Lacey Andersen (best classic literature TXT) 📗

Anger rose inside of her. Now she did have a choice. Leave and come back with her demons. See more blood-shed. Put their lives, and the other Immortal’s lives, at risk too.

Or let a incubus have sex with her.

Let someone other than her demons touch her.

Could they ever forgive me for this? She pushed the thought aside. If it kept them safe, she would do this. She would do anything for them.

“Would it work?” she pressed.

The incubus slowly turned her around, and then she was staring into his face. He had dark eyes and dark hair. He was handsome in a bad-boy kind of way. His face looked like it was constantly stuck in a state of mockery. His body was finely tuned, and his flesh was pale, like he hadn’t seen sunlight for a long time.

All of it gave the look of an ancient being, capable of powerful things.

“Do you want me inside of you, angel?”

She met his gaze. “No. But we are gathering all the Immortals together for a stand against Caine. We need you. Or we’ll fail.”

Something troubled flashed in his eyes. “How many of the others do you have?”

“By now?” she nibbled her lip. “We should have all of them.”

His brows rose. “I’ve never touched a woman who didn’t want me. But this must be done.”

Her stomach churned.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, his voice soft and seductive.

She felt his incubus powers wash over her. But still, her hands trembled as she pulled off her shirt. He unbuttoned her pants, and within moments, she was lying beside him naked.

Tears filled her eyes.

He pushed the other women away. They didn’t seem to notice. They simply carried on without him.

His lips slanted over Surcy’s, and she felt his power like something all-consuming. Her thoughts swam. His kiss was like a drug that sent her head spinning.

She felt him pull her on top of him, straddling his waist.

And tears slid down her cheeks.

He grabbed her ass, moved his hands to her thighs, and lifted her from the bed.

She felt him, hard and aroused beneath her. More tears ran down her cheeks. She thought of her demons, of Mark’s sweet face, of Tristan, of Daniel. They would never forgive her for this.

His kiss deepened, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth. His power seemed to pull from her, and with each second that passed, she felt more relaxed. Her thoughts swam as every inch of his naked flesh touched hers.

He carried them from the room. She felt them moving up the stairs.

His muscles were tense beneath her hands. She waited for him to plunge inside of her. To use her to get free of his prison.

But as she sagged against him, she realized she might not even notice. His touch drained her so powerfully.

“Teleport us,” he whispered into her ear.

She fought to make sense of his words.

“Now! Get us out of here!”

She heard shouts. Feet running.

Closing her eyes, and gritting her teeth, she willed them to teleport away.

And then, everything went black.

11

Surcy startled awake. Tears were running down her face. She’d been caught in a nightmare. One in which an Immortal was fucking her over and over again, draining her of her strength.

And now? She was naked. In a hotel room. A white sheet over her body.

The God of Sin looked up from a table spread with more food than she’d ever imagined. The massive flat screen TV played a show she didn’t recognize.

He grinned, showing his dimples. “You’re awake.”

Her entire body felt tense. “We had sex. Oh god. Oh shit.”

To her surprise, his smile fell away. “We didn’t. It was hard as fuck, but I’ve never had sex with a woman who didn’t want me, and I never plan to.”

“Then, how did we escape?”

“I kissed you. I forced a lot of your energy out of you, in a way that wasn’t pleasant for either of us, not nearly as pleasant as just fucking. But,” he shrugged, “you were crying. You clearly love the men you have.”

She pressed her knuckles to her forehead and felt tears rolling down her cheeks. Nothing had happened between them. Not really. She hadn’t betrayed her demons, and she’d saved the Immortal.

It was almost too much to believe.

“You barely managed to teleport us onto the street before you passed out, but it was enough. I ran us down the street, naked as hell, to the nicest hotel I could find. I seduced a human, got us this room, and showered. Oh man, you can’t imagine how good that felt.” Then, he held up a steak. Literally, an entire steak speared by his fork and took a huge bite. “And real food? Fucking hell, it’s amazing. Not the shit they fed me in that sex dungeon.”

It was strange. This Immortal was cocky, inhumanely handsome, and a incubus. She knew she should dislike a creature like him, she really should, but she just couldn’t.

He’d been a slave to Caine just like all the others. Just like me.

She wiped her cheeks and drew her knees to her chest. “How long was I asleep?”

He stared. “All night… about eight hours, give or take.”

“Damn it.”

He raised a brow, studying her.

“We have to go. My demons need me. The Immortals need me. We have to find them all, make sure they’re safe, and get to the sanctuary.”

He frowned and took another massive bite of his steak. “So,” he said while chewing. “When we find them, then we start a war?”

She nodded.

He chewed for a long minute, then swallowed. “Okay then. I ordered us some clothes. How about we enjoy this food until they get here?”

For a minute she almost said no. Her demons needed her. They must have thought she’d completely abandoned them. Which I kind of did. What if they were in trouble? What if they needed her?

But then, her stomach growled so loudly that the incubus raised a brow.

She sighed, wrapped the sheet around her body, and