His arousal sprang into her hands. Full and long and thick and-
And she wanted him.
Holly bent her head and took the tip of his erection into her mouth.
“Fuck.”
Not now, but soon.
She licked him, learning his shape slowly, using her lips and her tongue to tease and take.
As he’d taken her.
A drop of his essence leaked out and she tasted him. Salty, but strangely sweet. He tasted different from a human-better.
She wanted more.
Another inch. Two. His length slid into her mouth as his hands sank into her hair.
“Love, that’s good. So damn good. ”
It was sure good for her. Holly’s sex clenched as she took him. More, now, deeper.
His hold on her became harder and her mouth moved faster. Her cheeks pulled in as she took him. Her fingers dug into his ass- great ass-and her nipples ached as the need and lust tangled within her.
Her gaze lifted to his face. Flushed cheeks. Shining eyes.
“Dark,” he whispered and she knew that her own eyes had changed. His jaw clenched. “No…more.”
But she wanted more.
His hands pulled her back. “With you, love, or not at all.”
Well, she sure wasn’t taking the “not at all” option.
Holly rose, knees trembling. She yanked off her shirt, heard the slap of the wet material hitting the floor. With a tug, her bra came loose and her breasts were bared to him, nipples pebbled and hungry.
His lips closed over her nipple and he sucked. A deep, hard pull that was exactly what she’d wanted. His left hand took her other breast. Fondling and squeezing and her hunger built even more.
Getting out of her pants was hard. They clung. They twisted. But after one wild shimmy, she’d ditched them, her shoes, and her panties.
The bed was close. The couch was closer.
Niol had her on the cushions, her legs up and spread, his cock against her eager opening, in a blink.
“Now.” A snarl from Niol.
“Now.” She growled the word right back at him.
He drove deep.
Yes. What she’d wanted all day.
What she’d needed.
The rhythm was fast and hard. Almost…desperate.
Pleasure built and tempted.
Withdraw. Thrust. His fingers marked her flesh, digging deep, just like hers did.
Their eyes locked. Holly’s drumming heartbeat filled her ears. She strained against him, needing to be even closer.
The climax slammed into her.
Him.
She lost her breath and could only hold on as the release blasted her. Niol was with her every second. She heard the gasp of his breath, felt the hot pulse of his release, and saw the satisfaction fill his face.
When her heartbeat slowed and the little convulsions in her sex finally eased, Holly realized her legs were around his hips, her heels digging into him. She also realized she didn’t want to move.
Her lips curved. Having sex with Niol was damn fine.
“Can’t fucking stay away.”
A frown pulled her brows low. He’d said something like that before-
Niol kissed her. Hard. Angry. With the edge of desperation she’d felt earlier.
His mouth tore from hers. “Can’t.”
She didn’t understand, but Holly just shook her head, needing to soothe him. “You don’t have to-I want you with me.”
Niol didn’t speak. Just kissed her once more.
He had an addiction. A drug of choice that was in his blood, twisting and turning in his veins.
Demons had a problem with addiction. All the paranormals knew that.
He’d been so careful over the years. So careful .
Niol turned in the bed and let his gaze fall on Holly’s face. Her hair was dry now and curling just a bit. He brushed a lock back from her cheek.
His addiction.
One he’d lie for. Kill for.
And quite possibly even fucking die for.
After seeing the Monster Doctor, he’d thought of Holly. Of her life with him and without him. Niol didn’t doubt for even a moment that her life would be a whole lot easier without him.
But I can’t stay away.
When he’d seen her car pull into his drive, his cock had hardened instantly and his heart had raced. He hadn’t been able to get to her fast enough. To see her. That slow smile that stretched across her face, the wink of that dimple.
Holly had been beautiful in the rain.
No, he hadn’t been able to wait to see her-or to take her.
Yet she’d stopped him. Gone to her knees before him and parted those sweet lips.
She’d nearly driven him to his knees then.
Sexy, smart, and strong.
His addiction.
His fingers traced the curve of her cheek. One that I won’t give up.
The conscience that had tried to raise its head was quiet now, hushed by his need and hunger.
He just needed her too fucking much to do the honorable shit and walk away.
Don’t make me love you.
Maybe he should have given her the warning sooner.
Too late now, for both of them.
Fucking incompetence. The demon bitch was still alive and guarded by half the police force.
There would be no getting to her now. No slipping inside and finishing up the job, the job that should never have been screwed up in the beginning.
A spleen. Jesus Christ -that was useless. A heart would have been something. A brain, oh, yeah, a good, clean brain. The addict’s brain hadn’t been an option, too screwed up by the chemicals, but the girl- she would have worked.
Gloved fingers curved into fists. Not the way the deal should have gone down.
And now there were witnesses. At least that was the story on the news. Witnesses . Some nosy bastards who were working with the police on a sketch.
Dammit.
More problems.
If the girl lived, there was no telling what she’d remember. Demons had different responses to the drug she’d been given. Every single time, the response shifted.
No prediction there. Just fear.
Fear.
Fucking demons-they were ruining the world. They all needed to be killed. Sliced open and drained dry. Only then would the world be a safe place. Only then.
“Have to clean up the mess.” Always. No one else could do it right.
The story on the news blared. The anchor cut to an earlier shoot and there was Holly. Going on and on about that freaking sketch.
Lying, evil Holly. Just as twisted as the others. She was another loose end. Too many of those were lying around. Time to cut them all and wipe away the blood.
Mac was sending her ass all over the city. Holly glanced down at her watch. Four fifty-eight p.m. She’d been running with her cameraman since she’d arrived at the station a little after ten that morning.
She’d woken in Niol’s arms. A pretty great place to be. But before she’d even had the chance to give him a good-morning kiss, her cell phone had started ringing.
Mac. Telling her to drag her butt into the station because they were short a reporter. Leo Dodge, the police beat reporter, had been involved in a car accident. The guy wasn’t hurt too seriously, but he’d broken a leg and sprained his wrist-
And she was the cover for the day.
At first, Sue Patrick had said she’d cover. The blond special-interest reporter had been pushing for more hard-hitting stories. But then she’d backed out, claiming she’d come down with food poisoning.
Highly possible, considering the woman investigated restaurants with health violations every week.
Holly rolled her shoulders. She didn’t want to be covering follow-ups on home break-ins and stolen cars. She wanted to be working the Hunter case. Wanted to be at the hospital, by Kim’s side.
She might wake up today. Might. The doctors hadn’t seemed too optimistic, but Niol had said that Kim would survive. He knew a lot more about the demon psyche and healing powers than those MDs.
Ben braked the news van in front of a small brick house. Boards covered the front windows. Weeds hid the sidewalk. He pushed back his cap as he leaned forward to get a better view of the place.