Lover's Wrath: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance (An Angel and Her Demons Book 3) by Lacey Andersen (i read books TXT) 📕

to the street. Walking slowly, she looked for the building Mark had described in his note. Neon signs flashed at her from every direction. Men and women made her offers, selling their bodies for a price.

Her skin crawled. This was a terrible place. Truly, a place not of sins, but of heartache. No one chose this life… it was thrust upon them.

Crossing the street, she froze as she spotted the little building wedged between two others. The neon sign said, “Sin,” in bold red letters. Of course it did.

A car honked at her. She stiffened, realizing that the light had changed. Sprinting across the road, she made it to the other crosswalk and to the side of the street with the building.

When she reached the door, painted the deepest shade of black, she knocked. A massive man opened the door and stared down at her frowning.

She hesitated. “I’d like to come in.”

He said nothing. Did he understand English?

Sighing, she realized she didn’t have time for this. Glancing around his shoulder, she saw a room bathed in red lights. He shifted to block her view, but it was enough.

Closing her eyes, she teleported inside.

Standing in the center of the room, she saw that it was empty. A dark staircase led deeper beneath the ground. Hurrying from the room before she could be spotted by the guard, she rushed down the staircase and into another room bathed in red.

In the center of the back wall, a man lay on a massive bed tangled with women. And lining the sides of the room? Angels with glamours had sex with one, or more, partners in what she could only describe as a drug or alcohol induced frenzy. They lay in beds with transparent white curtains closing them in, but the curtains did nothing to hide their actions.

Or to hide me from their sight, if they can see me at all around all the naked humans…

Silently, she prayed they stayed distracted until she could spot the God of Sin and get him out of there.

Her gaze moved back to the man covered in a sea of naked female flesh on the back wall. He was the only person, who wasn’t an angel, having sex on one of the beds. Is he the Immortal I’m looking for? She moved closer to him. He was kissing a woman, even while he was buried inside another one. He lazily broke his kiss and turned to Surcy. His gaze racked her body, and he gestured for her to join him.

Immediately, she knew it was him. Something about him screamed of power and magic, but it was also something else. Unlike the angels, he didn’t seem to be enjoying what he was doing. It was as if he were simply going through the motions.

Which was strange for a man lying in a bed with six naked women.

I need to touch him, or I can’t teleport us out of here. She eyed the bed, not wanting to get anywhere near it, but knowing it was the only way.

Moving forward, she slid onto the only empty spot on the bed. He turned his head. His hand reached out and stroked down her back. She put her hand on his neck and tried to teleport them free.

But it didn’t work.

Oh, shit. Of course there’s a shield in place.

He leaned closer and nipped at her throat. “There are wards here. Once you get in, the only way out is to walk, and they’ll never let us leave.”

Her throat clenched. “You know who I am?”

“Yes, and I know who I am. But this place? It’s my prison. A prison of sins and delights.”

There has to be a way. “How can we get you free?”

He bit her lower earlobe, making her skin crawl. “You can’t.”

His hand moved to grab her ass.

She pushed it away. “I’m not here for that.”

His hand fixed more tightly onto her lower back. “And I can’t stop. What was once pleasure is now torture. I’m driven by a need for sex. I can’t stop. I can barely leave this bed. I've been here for what seems like lifetimes.”

“We only need you to stop for a minute… just long enough to climb those stairs and run for the exit.”

He groaned and the woman on top of him started rocking harder and harder. “Do you think I’d still be here if I could take those steps? No, the women they send in here take me over and over again in this bed, until they’re spent, and then new ones come to replace the old.”

“Pick one of them up,” she suggested. “Take her with us.”

“They’re bound to the bed,” he groaned and began to thrust. “And I can never stop. Never. No matter how much I want to.”

He has to keep having sex. All the time. We have to get him out of this room, to the next one, where we can teleport free. Just a few dozen steps, and I’ve rescued this Immortal, without any bloodshed.

She counted the angels in the room. There were eight of them, too many for her to handle. Too many.

So, how could she get him free?

And then, it hit her. I can’t.

But do I have a choice?

She swallowed down the bile rising in the back of her throat. “I can help you leave.”

“How?” His voice was filled with desperation.

“What if we left… while having sex?”

Her words were met with silence. “I’ve always needed more than one woman in this place. My incubus needs would drain a single human woman.”

“But what about an angel?” she said.

His entire body shuddered behind her. “And do you often give into the pleasures of the body?”

“Only with the men I love.”

“So pure,” he murmured into her ear.

She wanted to scream, to leap from the bed. Hadn’t they given enough to this cause? Would she really have to give this too?

You already betrayed your demons’ trust. She pushed the thought aside. Frink had to be lying. She would never let Caine pick her brain. She