Supernatural Lies: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance (An Angel and Her Demons Book 1) Lacey Andersen (best pdf ebook reader .TXT) 📖

She moaned, and her hands grasped the sheets above her head. Inch by inch he took her, loving the way her body held him tight. Just the thought of her, wet and aching for him, made him want to spill his seed right then.

He had to go slow, to wait for her to catch up. He thought of the stock market, thought of baseball. Anything else but the beautiful angel lying beneath him.

As he eased in and out of her, building a rhythm, he ordered himself not to come. He refused to explode before she did.

When he reached between them and began to rub her clit with each thrust of his body, her inner muscles suddenly squeezed him cruelly and she exploded over the edge. His thoughts of stocks and sports spun away, and he cried out as his seed filled her.

His orgasm was hard and long. He didn’t want to stop thrusting into her. He didn’t ever want to leave her again.

When he collapsed on top of her, the room was filled with their heavy breathing. She held him close, and he knew he was a fool to think he could ever be without her in his bed.

But he wondered if she felt the same.

She’d come to him for a reason, and not his brothers, and deep inside he knew it. She wanted to share his bed, but she wasn’t ready for more.

I hope I’m wrong, but I doubt it.

Surcy pushed his shoulder, and he rolled to the side of her. His hands reached out for her, but she was already crawling from the bed. He dropped his hands and watched, not blinking, as she dressed rapidly.

Before she turned back to him, he steeled his heart, knowing what was to come.

“Uh, thanks, Daniel.”

Thanks? Fuck that hurt.

“Any time.”

She hurried from his room as if hell hounds were nipping at her feet. But at the door lingered for one second, in her eyes he saw something. Words that she wanted to say. Her mouth opened. His chest tightened. And then, she turned and slipped out of the room.

He lay on the bed for a long time, enjoying the scent of her. In his mind he imagined everything that had taken place, over and over again, as he tried to memorize every moment of it.

Surcy didn’t love him yet. She’d just wanted to sleep with him.

He wished that was enough for him, but it wasn’t.

His chest ached, but he told himself that he just needed to be more patient. She would come around. Yet, as he rolled to his side, the pain in his chest remained sharp and cruel as if to whisper, and what if she never comes around?

29

Caine stood outside the tall stone fence that surrounded the demon’s home. On the street, every light had gone out, stolen by his darkness spreading along the ground like a dark fog. Floating above the fence, he flinched as he slid through their protective barrier. It served to keep him and his angels from teleporting in, but nothing could stop him from simply floating through it.

As he ventured above the overgrowth of a badly tamed garden, he sensed the druid’s magic weaved through it all. Vines attempted to rise up and attach to him, but they moved right through him instead.

With each day that passes, my powers grow stronger.

When he neared the house, he saw a shape upon the balcony of one of the rooms. Instantly he knew it was the angel. His soldier. His property.

As he grew closer, he saw the troubled expression on her face. Such a beautiful face.

When the light in her room went out, she turned and looked back at it, frowning. Does she remember this is a sign of my coming? Does she know the fate that is about to befall her?

She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders more tightly and went back to staring out at the gardens. For some reason, it pleased him that she wouldn’t expect his visit.

Remaining hidden, he moved to stand beside her. She shivered, and he leaned closer, letting his dark magic curl around her. Her breath came out in a puff.

She stiffened, but if she knew he was there, she didn’t react.

And then he made himself visible.

He noticed the instant she saw the dark cloud of smoke that surrounded her. She spun, but it was too late. He grasped her by the throat and knocked her back against the wall.

“Caine!”

She was trying to yell, but his magic caught the sound and turned it into a whisper.

“So, my little spy, what do you have to tell me?”

Her eyes widened. “I won’t tell you anything!”

He smiled. This is fun. “That’s just the thing. As my angel, you don’t have choice.”

Diving into her mind, he loved knowing that no one else could hear her pained scream. He rifled through her thoughts and memories over her time with the demons. Most of it was useless, facts he either knew or assumed, but one thing stood out to him.

What is that necklace?

So that’s how they were finding the gods. It was cloaked in an ancient magic. No one who could abuse the power could see it. If it weren’t for his spy, its existence may have remained hidden from him forever.

Pulling out of her mind, she sagged in his arms.

He dragged her to the bed, but kept his hand closed around her throat.

“You won’t—get away with this,” she panted.

Again he smiled, even knowing that she couldn’t see his face. “That’s the thing. I already have.”

He stripped her mind of the memories that contained his visit, then forced her into sleep.

When he stepped back from her, he stared. Such a good little angel.

Now he knew their weakness. He just had to get the necklace. They would be alive and they would no longer be a problem to him.

But such ancient magic is usually connected to its host in a dangerous way. Caine wondered what taking the necklace would