Angel Seduced by Jaime Rush Page A

her, scary and seductive at once. “Why? Why me?”
    â€œBecause I want you. The desire I thought I’d stuffed deep inside me came awake when we met. And so did this thing inside me.”
    â€œThere were tons of beautiful women at the bar, all drooling over you. They were easy.”
    â€œI didn’t want anyone.” He moved his hand in small circles across her stomach, his fingers leaving dizzying trails of their own. “Their desire was pleasantly painful, yes, like a dull ache. You made me feel different. From that first time I saw you, I’ve been obsessed with you.”
    â€œI became obsessed with you, too, that night. Despite your warning. Maybe because of it.”
    â€œYou’re a beautiful and sensual creature, and your guarded smile made me want to get past your walls. Just doing this”—he trailed his hand lower, his thumb slipping beneath the waistband of her pants—“starts an inferno inside me.” He brushed his cheek against hers, the slight rasp of his stubble rubbing her skin. His mouth moved against her ear. “And if I fuck you, I’ll feel like I own you. And trust me, you don’t want me to feel that way. Now that my angel is gone, I’m all Shadow.”
    Maybe he thought the raw word would repulse her. And it should. Instead it rocked through her. “You say it as though I don’t have a choice.”
    He slid his hand all the way into her panties, palming her mound. Her breath caught as his finger slid into her folds and brushed her clit. “ Do you have a choice, love?” His finger moved farther down, sliding over her opening. “You’re wet for me.”
    All the control she’d held so carefully fell away at his touch, along with that endearment. He stroked her, sending shock waves to her core. Yes , that controlled part of her shouted, while her body melted against him. Control. It meant everything to her, the ability to shut off her feelings, to protect her ability. And herself. It took every ounce of strength to push him away. She stumbled on weak legs toward the door. How could she become so compliant, so lustful?
    His chuckle was low and soft, even as his eyes shone black. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s the Shadow. The faster you break this bond, the sooner you get your life, your control, and your magick back. And the safer you’ll be. Go, Kye. And don’t let me touch you again.”

Chapter 8
    S ilva stood beside the man he considered his father—even if he never spoke the word—as the Caidos arrived for an impromptu meeting in the courtyard. Like a king and his son, the two of them hovered above the gathering men from the balcony of Treylon’s suite. Except a real prince would know what the meeting was about.
    Treylon turned to Silva, his voice low. “Hayden Masters, one of the Caido boys who escaped with Kasabian, has been investigating missing children. The boy who escaped stirred his interest; probably Hayden discovered they have the same mark. For now he’s been circumvented, but he’ll need watching. I don’t like trouble when we’re this close to our goal. Demis says the others are having trouble as well, but damn it, I don’t want to be part of the problem. I want to be the solution.”
    Treylon didn’t just want it, as far as Silva could tell. He ached to be the one to release the curse and prove that he was a valuable member of Caido society. Ironically, he didn’t consider that the people in his life might feel the same need to feel valued.
    Demis, the fallen angel from whom Treylon had descended, would not deign to talk to Silva, even when Treylon hadn’t been there. Another conversation Silva had been left out of. He, with his sketchy background, had no idea which angel was his forebear. But they were all bastard children when it came down to it.
    Demis was one-third of the unlikely alliance that was the