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Sunday, on #Sexy Snippets, I posted a tease from Seduced By A Demon 1 - THE LAST SOUL. Today, enjoy the beginning of HUNTED - Seduced By A Demon 2!! You can purchase the entire Seduced By A Demon series from Evernight Publishing by clicking HERE.
“I almost had him this time,” he said, holding out a hand. “We’d better get out of here. He might come back.”
Jahi stared at his hand, picturing it stroking her breast as his captivating eyes bored into hers. She forced her gaze to those eyes. “What the hell is going on?”
He laughed, showing straight white teeth. The sound trickled over Jahi like warm water. Getting turned on by an angel wasn’t exactly status quo for a demon, but damn he was gorgeous. What would it be like to make love to him?
“That’s a good one,” he said, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. “What the hell is going on?”
“Right. Look, thanks for chasing away the bad guy for me but I’m outta here.” She tried to move but her limbs were still frozen. Part of her was actually glad. He was so hot her brain cells were melting. Maybe he’d hold her in place with angel magic while he took her, right here on the floor?
A grin that made her clit throb spread over his face. “Sorry, but you’re not going anywhere without me.”
“Who are you?”
“Oh, sorry. Where are my manners?” He bowed, and the gesture was so over-the-top she almost laughed. “Dagon, fallen angel, at your service.”
“Fallen, eh? What did you do? Forget to replace the gold-leaf toilet paper in the bathrooms?”
“Nah, that’s the Seraphim’s job. Mine is to track nasties like our friend Vassago.”
“What is he?”
Dagon frowned. “This is rather embarrassing, especially considering you’re a… at least I think you are.”
“A demon,” he whispered, glancing around with mock concern. “I’m not supposed to say it out loud.”
“Why is it embarrassing?”
“Vassago is a fallen angel, like me. It’s embarrassing to admit to a demon that we have to hunt one of our own.”
Her eyes roamed over his jeans and polo shirt. The clothes fit his muscled body as if they’d been made for him alone. Long legs, trim waist, broad shoulders. He looked like he’d stepped off the streets of any city in the USA. If she hadn’t seen the glow and the wings she’d swear he was merely a freaking hot human male. “You’re not what I expected from an angel. You seem more like a college coed trying to pick up a girl in a bar.”
“Is that an invitation?” His voice was low, sexy, inviting.
Jahi bit the inside of her lip. If she could move right now she’d drag him into the bedroom of this hotel room and fuck him silly. “You’re a Nephilim, aren’t you?” Of course he was. The Nephilim were known to take delight in seducing humans, but she didn’t realize they’d also seduce demons. Doing so was supposed to be forbidden. Had the rules changed and she missed the announcement?
He gave her a sheepish grin. “What gave me away?”
Jahi didn’t have time to answer his question because the sound of voices echoed on the other side of the door. She heard the card key click in the door lock as Dagon lunged across the room and grabbed her hand. A tingling, uncomfortable jolt shot through her arm, as if she’d put a wet finger into an electrical socket. Dagon had obviously kept his angel magic on her because she found herself evaporating, with him directing their destination.
When the pain in her forearm stopped she looked around to find the Gulf of Mexico directly in front of her. The beach was deserted except for her escort. In the distance, she heard the crowds on the streets.
She turned on him. “Why did you bring us here? I don’t want to miss the rest of the parade.”
“Would you rather we were discovered by the couple whose clothes were on the floor of that room?”
“No, but you could have taken me back outside.”
He rolled his eyes. “How long have you been dead? Don’t you understand what Vassago is?”
“No, I don’t. I don’t understand any of this, and right now I don’t care. I’m going back.” Images of rolling around on the sand with a naked Dagon flitted through her mind but she pushed them away. Not that she didn’t want to make love to him, but her emotions were all mixed up, and she didn’t like it. Jahi was used to being in control of her feelings.
“You may want to rethink that plan.”
She crossed her arms and tried to let the pounding surf calm her frayed nerves. No matter how hot he was, she wasn’t in the mood for mind games. “And why would I want to do that?”
“He’s marked you.”
“Excuse me?” Fear coursed through her. It wasn’t an emotion she was used to dealing with, and she didn’t want to experience any more of it today. She’d had her fill.
“What do you do here on Earth for your king? For Apollyon?”
“What business is that of yours?”
“I’m trying to help you.”
“I don’t need help.”
“You need mine. Vassago has marked you. He’s after you for a reason, and I need to know why. What do you do here on Earth?”
Jahi dropped to the sand and hugged her knees to her chest. She tugged the eye mask off her face and dropped it into her bag, grateful she hadn’t left the tote behind when they evaporated. Mardi Gras trinkets weren’t easy to come by, especially one as valuable as the snow globe.
She’d heard about fallen angels who tracked demons. They usually did so because they were promised a way back into Heaven, or they were actually working for a demon. Dagon could be either of those. This could all be an elaborate trick on his part to lure her in.
But surely he didn’t work for a demon. Why would one of her own kind be after her? The only demon who currently held her in scorn was Mastema. Three years ago, he’d forged Apollyon’s signature on a contract and tried to trick Faina with it so she’d be one of his sex slaves for eternity. The king of demons hadn’t taken kindly to his signature being forged, and he’d banished Mastema to the deepest sulfur pits as punishment. Jahi had been the one to expose Mastema to Apollyon. Was it possible Mastema had sent these fallen angels after her?
She glanced up to find Dagon standing too close. His human form screamed sexy, right down to the impressive bulge in his pants. Not much better when she forced her gaze to his eyes, considering their smoky depths made her clothes feel too tight.
“Much prettier that way,” he said softly.
“What?” Her voice came out in a breathy whisper.
“You’re much prettier without the mask.”
Oh my. Getting information out of him wasn’t going to be easy. “Hey, angel, focus here. You called this thing Vassago. Are you sure that’s his name? Are you sure he’s an angel?”
Dagon lowered his body next to her in one fluid motion. Jahi tried not to stare at the muscles in his arms.
“I’m positive on both counts.”
He smelled like an aroused human male, musky and hot. Jahi had never been this close to a Nephilim before. Did they all smell this seductive? “How do you know so much about him?”
“I’ve been tracking him for three years.”
A sudden gust of wind sent her hair flying, and she pushed a few strands out of her eyes. “Tracking one of your own? Why?”
“He’s not a Nephilim. He used to be a guardian angel but he did a lousy job. His charge ran rampant, stealing coins and food from everyone in town before managing to get herself hung as a witch. As punishment he was demoted to guard duty, watching over souls in Purgatory. Three years ago he escaped, taking a few dozen souls with him. I was hired to find him.”
Jahi’s mouth went bone dry but she managed to squeak out one question. “When was his charge hung?”
“Salem witch trials. Late seventeenth century.”
Dagon’s voice faded into the background as the pieces fell into place. She had to get out of here, right now, before everything went to shit.
“You okay?” he asked and Jahi shivered.
Okay wasn’t quite the word she would have used. More like terrified, panicked, about to chuck her cookies? A second shiver ran through her and she cursed her luck. Only in her world would her own freaking guardian angel try to track her down.
She fought desperately against Dagon’s power, trying to evaporate. She had to run, hide, something, because he was after her for one reason and one reason only. Even a hot Nephilim couldn’t protect her now.
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