I blinked my glassy eyes, my heart swelling with love. He kissed me then, with such feeling and passion that it swept my breath away. He lined up and thrust, filling me completely, body and soul. Almost immediately I exploded and then fractured into a billion little pieces, the sensation spreading through my body. He moved to my neck and bit. I groaned, and then I was building again, wild, ravenous for him. I moved with him, unable to speak but knowing my feelings were pouring through the bond to him.
The next explosion caught me by surprise, and I cried out. He kept going, though, reaching between us to manipulate my clit as he thrust, helping me climax again and again until it felt like we were bonding all over again. I shuddered but kept going, eyes squeezed shut, and held on for dear life.
Thirteen
Shouting pulled me out of sleep, reverberating through the walls and crowding the space. I sat up in bed as Darius sprang up, dressing in a moment.
“What is it?” I asked, throwing back the covers and rushing to the window to answer my own question. My magic still held, the dark sky stretching above us to protect the vampires. Except for all I knew it could be night. I’d lost all sense of time.
A harried knock sounded at the door, and Darius opened it to a stern-faced Moss. Behind him waited the beautiful Marie and a team of Darius’s better-equipped vampires.
“What has happened?” Darius asked as I hurried to get dressed.
“Demons,” Moss said, his gaze cutting to me. “A host of them showed up, coming this way. The shifters and fae have stopped their progress, but it’s clear they are here for Reagan. They attempted to sneak in, donning human appearances, clearly not realizing shifters can scent the difference.”
“It’s not like my father to forget something like that,” I said, pushing through them and glancing down the hall of the weird apartment building. Penny and Emery came running, their eyes puffy with sleep.
“One of them tried to barter with Roger,” Marie said, wearing a pair of Gucci track suit bottoms and a snug top showing off her curves. It was an outfit I never would’ve thought to put together, but it worked super well. The woman was too fashionable for her own good, especially in the midst of a bunch of shifters who did not care. “They want to take the princess to safety, per Lucifer’s instructions.”
I rolled my eyes and followed Darius as he and Moss started down the hall.
“Did he honestly think he could come in here and kidnap me?” I asked as Penny made it to my side. “I’m not a broken mess this time.”
“It seems they want to…appeal to your sensibilities,” Moss said in a deadpan tone.
“It sounds like you don’t think I have any,” I replied with a grin.
“Is it that obvious?” he murmured.
We both knew he wasn’t totally joking, but I still laughed as we pushed out into the crisp night. No light glowed in the distance, suggesting it was after sundown. Wolves and other creatures ran to the north, headed toward the fight.
My magic thrummed, and I could feel demon magic close by, but it wasn’t limited to the direction the group was heading.
I slowed, brow furrowed, and picked apart the feeling.
Charity ran toward us with Wolf Devon at her side, her rumpled clothes and hair suggesting she’d been woken up too. She did a double take at me before halting, turning my way.
“What is it?” she asked, Devon slowing.
I shook my head distractedly, focusing on the feeling. There was a second location, and it practically vibrated with strength. The demons were much higher on the power scale, indicating the other group was nothing but a distraction.
“This way,” I said, and everyone followed me, including Charity and her growing group of fae. Devon’s pack found him a moment later, filing in as more and more vampires joined us. Clearly I wouldn’t be confronting the second group without a posse.
“Reagan.” Dizzy and Callie hurried my way from the right. Dizzy held up a piece of chalk as he neared. “I have this.”
“What will you do with that?” I asked, curving around the next building and then going straight. The second presence didn’t move, just stayed in the same location, waiting for me.
“I can lock you in a circle they can’t penetrate,” he said. “Theoretically.”
I grimaced. Good thing I had developed more control over my magic in the Underworld and mastered the highest power level—I didn’t really want to leave my safety up to theoretically.
“The demons that showed up first were clearly sent to die,” Charity said, following close with her sword in hand.
“Or they correctly assumed that Roger is a softy,” I replied, the thrum of magic stronger now, pulsing within me.