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My back hit the wall, the wood rough and gri anything, just watchingto hate

Then he stepped back

For ahis lips soon killed that

"Undress er and the urge to do as Amaya desired, then raised my hands and unbuttoned his shirt When the last button came undone, I placed my hands on his skin and slid them upward, over the taut muscles of his stomach and chest and then under the shirt As it slipped to floor, I ran my hands back down his body and played with the waist of his pants

His warm breath fanned across my skin, its tempo one of expectation Mine was no better, despite aze rose to his Desire burned in those green depths, but so, too, did warning

I unfastened his pants His cock strained against the restriction of his silk boxers, thick and hard and ready for action I hooked s He stepped out, then pressed a hand againstand teasing until the salty taste of coers in ht He spun me around so that I faced the wall, then pulledme fiercely as he entered me from behind What folloas ani of both hiive voice to iven the situation, but I refused to give him that

He came with a shout that was as fierce as it was triu hard as he emptied hi with unfulfilled desire, his fluids dribbling down hs and hate in my heart

He withdrew, turned ain But just as quickly, he pulled away

"Respond like you mean it, dear Risa, or I will notyour friend alive"

"You can’t keep either of us forever, Lucian," I said,leashed I could alod, it tasted sweet "Sooner or later, this will have to end"

"Oh, it will" He bent, picked me up in his arms, then spun and walked back to the bedroom "But the ives me five hours to fuck you senseless"

He threw me onto the bed, but didn’t immediately joine I could ever have on your reaper"

My flesh-and-blood reaper If he could bleed, if he could gain hu, why then would he not also be fertile? If the Raziq had taken the chip out, then it was nant

God, wouldn’t that be the perfect twist? If I had to be pregnant, then I would much rather the father be someone I actually cared about than soiven fate’s apparent desire to crap all overat the thought

And it was a hope that got h the hours that ensued

I woke to the scent of e Similar scents, yet different from what I’d woken to before Disoriented, I rolled onto es of wood rather than the silk of sheets My eyes were heavy and , and that "drank too much" sensation ell and truly back

He’d obviously transported o I couldn’t re it, but then, I hadn’t actually been around for the last few hours of our encounter I h to get the hell out of ht have paid lip service to wanting er, vocal participant, but in the end all he’d wanted was a body to inate

And I wasn’t entirely sure what I’d do if I was pregnant, especially since there was just asAzriel’s as Lucian’s

God, please, let it be Azriel’s

A desperate plea that in itself suggested the psychic part of ard

I opened ht, highlighting a raffiti-littered walls It had to be Larry’s, and I wondered if Jak had ever been here Lucian was ic wasn’t the only thing he’d becoht noouldn’t put anything past hi I saas the ring of black stones that surrounded me But they weren’t just any old stones; they ards I raised a hand and carefully touched one Color swirled through its dark heart, but it didn’t react in any other way Their presence, however, ht explain why Azriel--or anyone else, for that enerally used to keep things either out or in, but I knew they could also be used to confuse Maybe no one had rescued me simply because they’d been unable to pin down le" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>