Page 37 of Soul Redeemed

His eyes shot open to long trusses bobbing up and down against his lap. A soft moan told him she enjoyed it. She always had enjoyed giving him head in the car. The riskier the better, as far as Shey was concerned, and if anyone happened to catch them, they’d be in for quite a show. The woman put everything into sex.

Wet warmth slid along his shaft, as her mouth continued its merciless assault, and Zayne curled his fingers into her hair, clenching his teeth. It’d never felt so damn real before. Maybe he’d waited too long in between. Maybe he needed to wait longer in between his highs. Hell, if the effects were that good, he’d suffer some shitty withdrawals for it.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t do this right now. I want to, but I have to take care of something.”

“Mmmm-mmmm,” she moaned around his cock.

“Shey, you know I’d stay if I could. But I have to go. I’ll take another hit before bed, and we’ll fool around like we usually do.” Zayne spent most nights putting himself to sleep with a shot of Abyzz and a bottle of Elysia. The fantasies of Shey were enough to send him off to some sweet fucking dreams.

Her bobbing hastened, and with one long suck, Zayne threw his head back, pleading to the gods never to let the sensation end. With one fist clamped to her hair, he clutched the steering wheel for support, as she stroked and sucked and licked and pulled him along for the goddamn ride. Lifting his ass off the seat, he screwed his eyes shut, while she slammed her mouth to the base of him and sucked so hard the pressure tugged at his skin.

“Fuck!” He bucked beneath her, thrusting his hips up into her throat, and when she grabbed hold of his balls, Zayne fucking lost it. Jets of hot cum pumped from his cock as he finished in her mouth.

He never finished in his fantasies.

His ass hit the seat, his whole body shuddering with the orgasm, trembling as the best high of his life washed through his muscles. He opened his eyes, expecting the fantasy to fade, as it always had, but when Shey sat back in the seat, licking the last of his cum from her lips, he frowned.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“I’m back, baby. You brought me back.”

Even through the effects of the drug, Zayne felt the ice-cold grip of his lungs that told him something was off. “How?”

She lifted the vial, in which the red ribbons danced like mesmerizing little mermaids, damn near laughing at him.

No. Fuck, no.

He’d taken the wrong drug.

19

Blood. Everywhere. Ava shielded her eyes from the light, so bright her sockets ached. Though, even through the blinding illumination, she saw the shimmering pools of red.

A distant sound grew closer, until the screams in her ears forced her to cover them with her hands. She lifted her gaze to the pale-skinned demons feeding on the body beneath them. Smooth ivory skin marred with teeth marks. White wings spattered with blood. They fed on an angel. One still struggling beneath them, clinging to life.

A horrific panic churned in her gut. To feed on earthly creatures, or those from the demon realm, was one thing, but the very purity and innocence of the creature they’d attacked told Ava a whole new evil had risen and the heavens had been breached.

The angel turned, the terror in its eyes meeting hers, and for one brief moment, she could feel the pain and suffering down in her gut. He reached out to her. A silent plea to save him, and she went to him, knelt beside the demons who viciously tore at the angel with no remorse. No abandon.

Her fingertips trailed down the cold flesh of the angels arm.

“Please!” he rasped, before a spray of blood left a spattering across his ivory skin.

An overpowering scent hit the back of her throat and tingled her teeth.

She bent forward and sank her teeth into his flesh.

Sucking in a gasp, Ava shot up from the bed, the darkness of the room falling around her like a shroud. Body trembling, she scanned her surroundings for the demons, the Sang, who’d fed on the angel, but neither they, nor the heavenly creature, were in sight. She touched her lips where the divine taste still teased her palate—one so innocent and sweet, she felt wrong for having indulged in it.

“Oh, Gods, just a dream,” she whispered.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Calix asked beside her.

Before his hand could reach her trembling arm that’d surely confess her rattled state, she nuzzled herself back under the heavy blanket and shook her head. “Just a bad dream. I’m okay.”

With a tired yawn, he leaned forward, kissed her lips, and for a brief second, Ava panicked that he’d taste the angel’s blood there. When he settled back into sleep, she blew out a breath of relief. The Nephilim, as a whole, were far from saintly, but Ava couldn’t deny that the day an angel was slaughtered by demons would be the day the world would crumble and hell would break loose. That she would willingly partake in such a travesty frightened her more than anything. Could her cravings, the disease that festered inside of her, ever reach the point of her doing something so immoral and wrong that she could never redeem herself? Could she ever take life so innocent and pure?

She feared the ghost of the taste on her tongue—a flavor so delicious, it terrified her to think what she’d do for it. Clamping her eyes shut, Ava willed those thoughts away, as far away as she could.