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

sat down on the other chair at the table. I won’t be any use to anyone starving... and naked.

“Dig in,” he said with a smile. “I’m watching this weird human show where I think the woman chooses between the men she wants. I’m assuming the losers are killed?”

Surcy laughed at his assumption. “No, human games aren’t nearly as bloody now.”

He looked disappointed. “Oh well, at least the clothes are skimpier.”

She ate across from him, watching his excitement at the show, even at the commercials. Caine never ceased to amaze her with his evil. How could he even think to create a room in which the God of Sin, a incubus, could never stop having sex? It was like creating his own personal hell.

The Immortal finished his steak and reached for the lobster with his bare hands. “You never told me your name.”

“Surcy,” she answered, watching him pull out the lobster meat with enthusiasm.

“Surcy,” he repeated. “Surcy the fallen angel.”

“I’m not fallen,” she told him.

He smiled. “Not when the Immortals come back into power. No, then you’ll just be an angel again. Restored to your former glory.” His gaze moved to her shoulders. “And you’ll get those back too.”

The scars on her shoulder blades prickled. Is that really what would happen? She’d never thought about her own place in the world if they won this war, just how it’d change everything for the better.

“I know who you are, but I don't know your name either."

He smiled again, butter smeared on his lips. “Zagan.”

“Zagan?” Her gaze ran over the muscled man.

“It’s a family name,” he said, with a grin.

She watched him for a while longer while eating the most delicious mashed potatoes, a chocolate cake, and bacon bruschetta. When her stomach finally said enough, she leaned back in her chair and stretched.

His gaze snapped back to her, and the hunger in his eyes shocked her.

“I imagine after all you’ve been through, you never want to have sex again.” Her words came out nervous and rushed.

His eyes darkened. “I’m the God of Sin and a incubus. Without sex, I’d wither away to nothing. But next time, it’ll be by my choice. Maybe even with a woman who sees me as more than just a big dick. Maybe one who sees me the way you see your demons.”

She was shocked by the anger and passion in his eyes. This Immortal might act cool and casual, but he was simmering with rage under his calm exterior.

A knock sounded at the door.

Zagan rose, and for the first time, she saw that he was naked. His massive cock hard and erect as he went to open the hotel room door. A minute later, a woman giggled.

A pretty blonde and the god entered the room a second later, her carrying two garment bags. He immediately took them from her and slung them on his chair.

His gaze moved to Surcy. “I think this pretty little lady might suck me off. Want to join us? Or would you prefer a shower?”

Swallowing hard, she rose from her seat, clinging to the sheet. “I think I’ll take a shower.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, and the woman immediately knelt before him. Her smaller hands curled around his shaft, and then she took him deep. For a second, Surcy couldn’t look away. She watched them, him digging his hand into the back of her hair, her moaning around him.

I miss my demons.

The realization hit her like a brick. She scuttled away and took a long, cold shower. When she got back home, she’d find time to make love to her men again. She’d steal a tiny moment of pleasure before the war truly began.

12

Surcy stood beside the God of Sin, staring at the remains of the Immortal’s house. It was burnt to the ground, leaving even the earth blackened. But mixed into it all was a shimmering blue substance she’d never seen before.

Walking forward, crunching on the burnt wood and ash, she reached down and touched it, pulling her fingers back to stare at the shimmering substance. Something wasn’t adding up in her mind. What had happened here?

Are my demons okay? Her heart raced. She’d thought saving this Immortal would be easier than the God of Sin. Mark’s description had made it sound so anyway. So why is this home destroyed?

“Fuck, I didn’t know Caine had made any archangels. I thought he’d simply destroyed the ones loyal to us.”

Surcy whirled on him. “What’s an archangel?”

“Something you don’t want to meet.”

Zagan walked around the charred remains of the house and stopped near the back. Lifting his hand, palm down, he closed his eyes. Something inside of her warmed, like she was standing too close to a crackling fire. But for some reason, she just drew closer to the Immortal, like a moth to a flame.

His eyes opened, and for one moment his irises were red.

She stiffened, and the color faded away.

He blinked several times, and his jaw tensed. “Surcy, I need you to stay calm.”

“Calm?”

“Yes, calm. An archangel was here. The most powerful creature an Immortal can make. They have far more freewill than normal angels. White-winged angels are like trusted soldiers. Dark-winged angels are like warriors who haven’t quite proved themselves. But archangels? They have powers beyond your imagination.” He took a deep breath and moved closer to her. “You know the blue flames on your sword are angel-fire, something specifically created to defeat demons. It’s hotter and more destructive than normal fire, even though angels are immune to it.”

Her heart was racing. “What are you trying to tell me?”

“Archangels have the power to control this fire at will. And this place—it was burnt down by angel magic.”

“We need to hurry,” she rushed out. “Daniel and Tristan must have faced this being. We need to find them and help them, before it can hurt them.”

He grimaced. “I’m afraid we’re too late.”

“No.”

He looked down at the charred remains of the house. “Two souls were lost in this house.