He waited for her denial. She’d told him people didn’t always get what they wanted. Screw that. He wasn’t most people, and he wanted her with a driving lust that he hadn’t felt before.
Not even for the succubus who’d nearly taken his heart years before.
And he’d killed for her.
There wasn’t anything easy, good, or noble about him.
Holly knew that-she’d seen the hell he could bring.
But she’d chosen to stay with him and if she kept coming so close, kept putting that sweet flesh near him and tempting him-
His control would shatter.
“Maybe.” And she crept even closer, as if not sensing the danger when he knew the air was pulsing with power barely held in check.
Her fingers moved to his thigh. Her palm pressed against his jean clad leg.
His cock surged to the ready and more-than-willing position.
She licked her lips. A quick swipe of her pink tongue. “And maybe, I’ll have you.”
Blood pounded in his ears. Too much temptation. She should know that demons-they weren’t so good on that whole temptation-resisting bit. That part of history was right.
His arms locked around her and he took her mouth. Those soft lips. That sexy tongue of hers.
He kissed her like he was desperate, like he was wild-because he was.
And she met him head-on.
Holly was the one to scramble over him, breaking her lips from his to swear softly when her leg hit the gearshift. Then she crouched over him. Legs beside his, back above the steering wheel and the crotch of her pants rubbing right over his swollen cock.
Sex in a car, not his style-but he wasn’t about to complain. With her, he’d take what he could get. His fingers pushed under the edge of her shirt, then rose to smooth over the silken flesh of her back.
He loved her skin. So silky and soft-and that light scent of lavender covered her.
He loved touching her flesh. And he wanted to feel more of it. More of her.
His tongue thrust into her mouth. Taking and seducing even as his fingers trailed around her sides and pressed against the lacy edge of her bra.
He wanted the bra off.
Wanted the shirt off.
Her hips rocked against his.
Niol shuddered. So close to paradise.
Her head lifted, mouth leaving his, dammit.
“Niol…”
When a woman said a man’s name like that, with need and hunger and lust-all coming out in a husky murmur that was more moan than anything else-she could break him.
Break him.
He cupped her breasts through the thin material of her bra. The tight nipples stabbed into his palms. He wanted her breasts in his mouth. Needed them there. Needed to taste her. To suck her and make her moan his name again.
And again.
Her head tipped back, exposing the pale line of her throat. He had to taste her there. His tongue laved her flesh. Her pulse jerked when his mouth pressed against her. The edge of his teeth scored her, and his fingertips slipped under that scrap of lace-
A knock sounded on the driver’s window.
He kept touching her. Kept using his tongue and teeth and-
“Oh, dammit!” Holly wrenched away from him, falling back into the passenger seat. The windows were fogged up-huh, he hadn’t done that in over seventeen years.
Another knock, harder this time.
Someone out there had just ruined the best five minutes of his week-
And they were really, really pissing him off.
He jerked the key, wrenching it forward and starting the SUV again. A rough flick of his fingers had the window rolling down. A guy in a security uniform peered into the vehicle, shining a flashlight.
“This isn’t freaking Make-out Boulevard, man! This is a private parking area for News Flash and-uh, Ms. Storm? That you?”
Holly coughed and shoved back a rather large clump of her hair. “Hi, uh, Steve.”
The flashlight shone right into her eyes.
She held up her hand, wincing.
Niol’s eyes narrowed and the flashlight fell to the ground with a clatter.
“My, um, boyfriend was just dropping me off so I could get my car.”
Boyfriend was really too tame a term. He would have much preferred lover. But they’d get to that later.
The guard’s timing sucked, but at least their cover was being firmly established. Now the guard wouldn’t question his arrival at the station.
Because the guy-Steve-he was a demon. Niol could see right past the glamour and to the real man. He wouldn’t have been able to use his compulsion power on Steve. Now, well, it didn’t matter.
Niol smiled at the guy. “Couldn’t leave without a kiss.”
The guy grunted, then gave a low whistle. “ Niol. Shit…didn’t expect to see you.”
Ah, everywhere he went in the city, folks seemed to know him. Sometimes that was good.
“Ms. Storm, you should get out, now. ”
Sometimes it wasn’t.
Niol raised a brow. “Do we have a problem here?”
The guard swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “N-no.”
“Good.”
Holly shoved open her door. She stalked around the front of the SUV. The beams of the headlights bounced off her pants.
“Thanks for checking on me, Steve. I’m gonna be heading home now.”
Steve inched back.
Holly paused. “Niol, I’ll see you later.”
Oh, she definitely would.
After giving a nod, she turned away and marched toward her waiting car.
“She’s human.” A whisper from Steve as he bent to grab his flashlight.
Niol lifted his brows. “Does it matter?”
The guy’s jaw worked, then he said, “Holly Storm-she’s decent, okay? She’s not like those other pricks who just like to see themselves on TV.”
Well, well. A warning after all.
“Don’t worry about Holly. I’ll take care of her.”
The guard shoved his flashlight back into the holder on his waist. “That’s what I’m afraid of…”
Then he was gone.
And Holly’s taillights flickered as she cranked her car.
Niol reached for his phone. Hit speed dial. His contact answered on the second ring. “Everything in place?” He asked as Holly’s sporty little red car reversed and headed for the exit.
“Yes, sir.”
She braked for a moment, then turned left.
“Make sure she gets home, then keep a guard on her until dawn.”
No need for Holly to know about the security. She’d never realize the men were there, unless something happened and she needed them.
Niol didn’t believe in taking chances. Not anymore.
He shifted gears, shoving the SUV into reverse. It wasn’t even one a.m. yet. The night was still young.
Plenty of time for more hunting.
This time, he’d be going straight to the darkest side of town. The side where demons huddled in smoky rooms, black eyes glassy as they let the drugs run in their blood.
Sam hadn’t been the only one to seek oblivion.
Addiction-it was the true devil for demons.
He didn’t want Holly in those rooms.
Best to hunt alone.
Fucking demon.
He crouched behind the fence when the black SUV swept by him.
He knew what Holly had been doing in that SUV with that bastard demon, and Niol Lapen was most definitely a demon.
Impure.
His fingers tightened around the camera in his hand.
Who would have thought that Holly would have such a taste for evil? And he’d believed he knew her so well.
That bitch would get what she deserved in the end.
So would Niol.
Man had been created in God’s image. Demons belonged only in hell.
And that’s exactly where he’d send them. One at a time…
Piece by piece, if need be.
Chapter 6
Holly was hot for the demon, no denying it. And she hadn’t been hot for a guy since…Zack.
Not that she’d ever actually been hot for Dr. Zachariah Hall, but she’d been interested.