She gave a little hum of pleasure. Her mouth watered at the thought of getting her hands and, well, her mouth on him.
Forcing herself to look away from his erection, she took in the rest of him.
Two short swords had been inked on his thick thighs. A set of karambits graced his lower stomach; the curved claw-like blades had circular openings in the handles, which allowed the user great mobility and versatility when wielding it.
The man was a visual record of the most dangerous edged weapons available. It was sexy as hell.
His dark gaze ran over her from head to foot and then up again. She curled her toes on the cool tile and forced herself not to fidget under his inspection.
She was in good shape, her muscles toned and sleek. Fighting demons did that to a girl.
Her breasts weren’t overly large or small. Average was the best way to describe them. She’d never worried about it one way or another and wasn’t about to start now.
She caught a whiff of sweat and blood. Demon, too. Damn, she smelled funky. Not that it had stopped either of them.
Maccus offered her his hand. It was large with long blunt fingers, capable of meting out violence and pain but also of giving intense pleasure.
She took it. It was an odd sensation to see her much smaller, paler hand in his bigger tanned one. It all but swallowed hers when he closed his fingers and tugged her toward the stall.
Shower sex worked for her.
He pushed several buttons, and the water flowed from the large overhead rain shower. She lifted her face to the warm spray, letting it cascade over her.
Maccus made a low sound that might have been pleasure or pain. When she opened her eyes, his dark gaze was locked on to her.
He was the hunter, and she was his prey. And she was more than ready to be caught.
He dragged her toward him and kissed her. She tangled her fingers in his hair, yanked his head down, and returned the frantic caress. Their tongues dueled; their breath mingled. She couldn’t get enough.
More. More. More.
He was better than dark chocolate, red wine, and salty chips.
He spun her around and shoved her against the shower wall. She arched away from the cool tiles, wanting only the heat.
She rubbed her breasts over his muscular chest. “Oh, yeah,” she groaned. Her nipples were like little spikes and hurt.
Done waiting, she grabbed his shoulders and lifted, twining her legs around him, rubbing her core against his hard cock.
The water gently pummeled them, creating a warm haven.
“Fuck me, now,” she demanded, ready to throw him down to the floor if he didn’t get busy.
He gripped her hips, bruising her skin as he lifted her higher.
Finally. Thank Hell.
Chapter Five
If it were possible for him to get drunk, then kissing Morrigan would have left him reeling. She not only met his passion but demanded more.
He hungered for her. Like a treat long denied, he wanted to gorge on her until he was sated. But he feared that day might never come.
What was she thinking? And why did he care? Her attention had drifted several times. She fought her own demons. They both did.
Was she a simple hunter or something more?
Why is Gabriel so interested in her?
Then she rubbed her molten core against his cock, and he no longer cared about anything but having her. Over the course of his long life, he’d learned to take pleasure where and when he could, to live in the moment, because the next one might be shit.
He feasted on her mouth, enjoying the way she challenged him, her tongue fighting his for supremacy. It was the sweetest battle, with both of them winning as the kiss grew deeper and harder and more frantic.
This was a woman who would never back away from a challenge. His blood thickened and pooled in his cock. His balls, heavy and full, ached for release.
Ready to explode, he pinned her against the shower wall, reached down with one hand, and guided the head of his shaft to her opening. Warmth coated him. The scent of her arousal was more addictive than any incense or drug ever created by nature, man, or the gods.
She tilted her head back, pulling her lips from his as she inhaled. The motion slid her breasts over his chest, drawing a moan from her. Many succubi in Hell had attempted to seduce him. They’d all failed. But this hunter was succeeding while barely trying.
Morrigan was the most sensual creature he’d ever encountered.
He flexed his hips and shoved, forging a path inward. Her slick sheath gripped his cock, squeezing tight and holding him in place for a brief second before he surged forward, driving all the way home.
A flicker, a yearning for something more, threatened to ignite inside him. He ruthlessly smothered it.
He slammed a hand against the wall. Tile cracked, and several shards fell to the floor. The jagged edge of one sliced his skin. Blood pooled, but the slight injury healed almost as quickly as it occurred.
Fuck, nothing had ever felt this good in his entire life.
Her green eyes were unfocused as she panted heavily. “Maccus.”
The sound of his name falling from her full, lush lips reached inside and tugged at the spark of warmth left within him.
Danger!
His hands were around her throat before he realized what he was doing.
She didn’t fight, offered no resistance, seeming almost resigned to her death. In her face, he saw understanding and compassion.
His chest constricted. His temples pounded.
A whisper of emotion threatened. He refused to name it. That would give it power. He could not, would not, allow that. Had avoided all hint of weakness since he’d been cast from Heaven. Emotions were easily used by others to manipulate and destroy, to trick and deceive.
Survival had been his only goal. It had burned out all need for retribution or revenge.
It was no longer enough.
Throwing back his head, he roared. The glass wall rattled. The shampoo bottle fell onto its side before tumbling to the floor. She’d done this to him.
At this very moment, he hated her.
In a desperate bid to drown out the voice that whispered he should kill her, he kissed her.
There was another voice, one just as loud demanding he protect her with his life.
She was the key to his salvation.
But even if such a thing was possible, did he want it?
His immediate goal was to fuck her. So he did. Melding their mouths together, he demanded her submission. But she didn’t give it. She gripped his shoulders, her blunt nails digging into his skin to mark him, and lifted herself slightly before letting herself fall back on him.