Page 96 of The Last Slayer
Suddenly a very large and very solid male body was pressing down on me. For a split instant I thought it was Ramiel, but a low and chocolaty voice close to my head said, “Mmmm. Ramiel didn’t tell me I had a present.”
Something like that would have normally galvanized me into the kind of action that ends up with demon heads rolling all over the floor. But his tone held dark promises of the most decadent sensual nights a woman could ever dream of. It left my nipples hard and created a sweet ache between my legs, and suddenly I could barely keep myself from whimpering.
I started to struggle…halfheartedly. Whoever was there smelled like spice and a pure concatenation of masculinity, the kind that turns women into simpering play-toys. My mind was telling me to dislodge the body, but somehow my hormones were reveling too much to allow me to actually make much progress in doing it. I knew trouble when it was lying on me.
“Get off,” I managed to say forcefully. Score one for Team Me. “Who the hell are you?”
“Oh, feisty!” His warm breath tickled my ear, making me shiver…and not from fear. The soft purr made me flush and wriggle. I could feel hard heavy muscles moving over mine as I squirmed. An urge to surrender, let him do whatever he felt like doing, welled up inside.
It occurred to me that I wasn’t acting rationally. Hunters receive training in resisting the supernatural lure, of course, and I’d aced mine. The only demon who’d been able to turn me into putty despite my good intentions was Ramiel. Now there seemed to be another.
The erection that was resting imperiously between my ass cheeks saved me from myself. I wasn’t going to be some demon’s plaything, no matter what. Not if I wanted to face myself in the morning. I twisted, trying to throw him off me. All that accomplished was to allow a hand to slip under my torso, where it decided to cup and lightly squeeze one of my newly minted breasts. It was simultaneously infuriating and exciting. Oh my god, I had to be sick. I should be thinking about ways to castrate him, not getting damp.
“Get off me.” It came out as a long sigh.
The bastard actually chuckled. “Now why would I do that?” He rested his cheek on mine, salaciously intimate, and his hips moved slightly, creating a delicious friction where I least and most wanted it. My back arched, and as my head came up I could see our reflections in a mirror. Black eyes regarded me with an absolute focus. He was the exact opposite of Ramiel: a bronzed and languid woodland godling, utterly unconcerned with anything except his own desire. I went hot and cold all at once, my body tingling and flushing in places it shouldn’t. My own pupils had dilated to the point that there was barely any blue around them.
No, no, no. He’s an intruder. A demon!
I twisted my head sharply and snapped my teeth, trying for his cheek.
He avoided me easily. “Love, you play rough.”
“I’ll show you rough!” Except that my traitorous mind flashed an image of the two of us doing things—rough things—that were illegal in at least fifteen states, and my skin had grown unbelievably sensitive. Even the silk of the robe felt like it was abrading me.
“Alexandros!” The voice was blessedly familiar, but now it held an edge sharp enough to cut.
The male weight disappeared immediately, bringing me equal parts relief and disappointment. I sat up just quickly enough to see Ramiel hurl Alexandros against a wall, the action reflected thousands of times into infinity. I decided I’d never seen a more wonderful act of violence, and pressed my thighs together. Maybe there really was something to the whole caveman-protecting-his-woman thing.
Surrounded by a thousand falling shards of mirror, Alexandros twisted and landed on his feet, unfazed and apparently unhurt. Black silk billowed and settled around his broad shoulders. The V of his shirt showed golden skin sprinkled with onyx hair. Dark leather breeches hugged his hips perfectly and did nothing to hide a full-blown erection. I couldn’t help noting that it was rather impressive, and the fact that I was the reason for it made me want to squirm. Smooth rich undercurrents of magic poured from him in waves, and I craved it the way an addict going through withdrawal might.
Ramiel’s eyes narrowed slightly and suddenly his magic was wrapping around me, thick bands of nerve-crackling power and pleasure that whipsawed me against what I was feeling from Alexandros. Every nerve in my body felt supercharged and I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from begging.
“What’s the problem? She is in my room,” Alexandros said, gesturing around himself. “Isn’t she a present for me?”
“Your room?” Ramiel looked from one of us to the other, then took action like the ruler he was. “Toshi!”
I called on every hunter discipline I knew to distance myself from the inferno I was feeling inside. When that wasn’t enough I mentally recited a quelling spell, trying to direct the effects inward. My heartstone amplified the magic, and I focused to control its power. I wasn’t sure what the consequences would be if I failed. But after a moment I was finally able to reestablish a modicum of rationality and let the magic subside.
Alexandros was saying, “A girl with an ass like that… It’s rude to tease.”
Ramiel’s sword shot out of his hand, and he leveled it at the other man. “Have a care.”
“Oh, pish. You can’t kill me. Your underling sent me an invitation.”
Toshi appeared. “My lord.” He noticed Alexandros and squeaked. “Your Majesty!”
Your Majesty?
“Well. At least somebody still remembers his manners.”
Toshi quickly apprehended the situation. The poor fairy dragon started shaking, and his distress further cooled my arousal. “Ah…I thought to give His Majesty a different room, but hadn’t decided yet which would be most suitable for His Radiance.” He looked around. “Diamonds are more suitable for a lady…” It was almost a question.
“Hang the diamonds, I need the mirrors!” Alexandros said.
“Sounds like incubus talk to me.” I was tired of not knowing anything. Who the hell was this guy? He wasn’t a dragonlord. His aura felt different from the others I’d met so far. But it was far stronger than any creature of nightmare I’d ever faced.
Alexandros gave me a killer wink. “Not just any incubus, my dear.”
