Page 28 of Marked
Why the fuck did they bring Lilah down here?
“She is a sweet bird. Until you piss her off,” Caine quips. My vision goes black at his words. “In fact, I enjoyed her slap so much earlier, maybe I should try and get another.”
I lunge and close my hand around his throat before slamming him into the tunnel wall. Dust flies around us. He watches me in sinister amusement, but the ruby sheen of his irises belies the fake emotion. His hands clasp over my arm. Not pulling away, but close.
“Stay the fuck away from her.” He smirks at my words, and my fingers tighten until they mottle. He gags. “I mean it, Caine. Don’t fucking touch her. Ever.”
“Ruin.”
My eyes dip away from the demon to find Markus waiting; his arms are crossed and a scowl is on his face.
I drop the demon against the wall. He staggers, but grips the stone to stay upright.
Caine exhales and blows his hair from his face with a salacious grin. “The little bird teach you the man handling, too?” he asks. “Wouldn’t peg her for the kinky type, but the innocent ones always want the darker stuff more.”
My fist flies.
He drops low, but my knuckles scrape his cheek before embedding into the cement. Rusted pennies scent the air. Dust and chips of stone sail past, and my knuckles bust in a wash of warmth.
Strong hands grab me, hauling me back. I don’t struggle. Horan grasps the demon’s collar; a touch of angelic light wreathes the blond man’s form as he starts carting his damned kin back through the tunnel. Caine cackles the whole way past, blood trickling from the tear in his tan skin.
Markus watches them go with a dark expression. “Men, back to work.”
They peel off. All except for Tanner and Gage, who remain steadfastly holding me. Their familiar scents mix—leather and fur—to help ease the rage.
Markus huffs as soon as the others are gone. “Gentlemen. Come with me.”
He stalks off and my oldest friends drag me along behind them. I shrug from their grasp.
They step away, hands raised in placation. Markus never glances back, so sure that we will fall in line.
There is nothing in me that wants to follow his lead.
No, what I want is to find Lilah, spread her thighs, and seat myself to the hilt.
My gums ache with the need to bury my fangs in her slender throat. To taste the seductive flavor that makes her skin smell so fucking good.
Her anger... Her frustration... I want her little hands to hit me, to fight just a little. Then I want her to melt around me as I move, her slick, tight center rippling as I fuck her until all she wants is me.
Not Caine or the gods-damn bloody legacy that Vic left her.Me.
My hands fist and more of my blood trickles to the cement. But it doesn’t hurt.
What hurts is the raging hard on I’ve had since she came into my life. The strange twist in my chest knowing Carnage is in her name. Her name. Not Victor’s. But the damn human woman setting my world on fire. The one who lied so well even I couldn’t tell the difference.
Now that really fucking hurts. And I have no idea why.
Markus stops at my office and motions the guys off. “Make sure Horan does not require assistance.”
They exchange a glance. In a fight between the fallen angel and the demon, my money is on the angel every time. But they know a dismissal when they hear one.
Markus grabs my arm and pulls me inside as they walk away without another word. He shuts the door and moves to the mini-fridge. Tugging out a bag of donor blood, he tosses it to me.
“Drink.”
I snag the bag and rip the corner with my teeth. Icy blood spills into my mouth, but the first swallow takes the rage and need down to something manageable. Calmer.
My body sags with a small moan.
