Devoured By Darkness by Alexandra Ivy Page B

through London, attracting demons like a homing beacon. The knowledge was making her itch. As if there was a pair of unseen eyes watching her from the dark.
    And if that wasn’t bad enough, her arms were beginning to ache from carrying the unconscious Levet.
    It was like toting around a cement truck.
    Thankfully, just when she was considering the possibility of finding her own shelter, she watched as Tane stepped out of a side tunnel along with a tall vampire with the face of an angel.
    “Laylah. This is Uriel.” Tane moved to stand at her side. “Victor’s second in command.”
    Uriel’s gaze remained averted, as if he couldn’t bear to glance in her direction.
    “I have arranged for your privacy.”
    She frowned in confusion. “Privacy?”
    Without warning Tane plucked the sleeping gargoyle and shoved him at the reluctant vampire.
    “Here.”
    She watched in confusion as Uriel grasped a stunted horn, allowing the gargoyle to hang at his side.
    “What are you doing with Levet?”
    “He’s an old friend of Uriel’s,” Tane assured her. “The two of them have a lot of catching up to do.”
    Uriel flashed Tane a glance that should have struck him dead.
    “You’re in my debt, Charon.”
    With his warning delivered, the vampire took off down the opposite tunnel while Tane steered her through the tunnel he’d just exited.
    “What’s going on?”
    “I have negotiated the safe haven you demanded of me,” Tane explained, pausing to shove open a heavy lead door that blocked the passageway.
    Laylah grimaced as she stepped into the vast dungeon that held a number of iron-lined cells.
    “Here?”
    He grabbed her hand to urge her past the cells. “Were you expecting the Ritz?”
    “Of course not.” She shivered, not prepared to confess the dungeon forcibly reminded her of the nightmarish months spent as the mage’s prisoner.
    A smart demon didn’t flash childhood traumas in front of sinfully gorgeous vampires. Not when they were masters of emotional manipulation.
    Besides, she hated looking weak.
    At last reaching the far side of the dungeon, Tane pushed open a door and stepped aside for her to enter.
    Warily she entered the room, relieved to discover an effort had been made to add a few comforts.
    There was a wide bed with a hand-stitched quilt, and two wingchairs set near a brick fireplace. There was even a bookcase with leather-bound volumes stacked on the shelves.
    It was either a room used by a guard, or for …
    Conjugal visits.
    A stab of excitement pierced through her. Sweet, treacherous excitement that made her long to forget she was in a damp dungeon with a vampire who would haul her to her waiting death the moment he slipped his leash.
    She slowly turned to discover Tane closing the heavy door and leaning against it with a negligence that mocked her own tightly clenched muscles. The breath was wrenched from her lungs.
    He was magnificent. From the raven satin of his mohawk, to the bare chest and flat stomach that rippled with muscles, to the thrust of his powerful legs, he oozed with male potency.
    And sex.
    He oozed lots and lots of sex.
    Her stomach clenched as his honey gaze traveled down her stiff body with slow appreciation, lingering on her hardening nipples that were visible beneath her T-shirt.
    Gods. She wanted to toss him on the bed and rub against that hard golden body until he pinned her beneath him and took her with raw hunger.
    Easily aware of her surging arousal, Tane pushed from the door, uncoiling like a predatory cat who was on the scent of his prey.
    Laylah instinctively backed away, her mouth dry and her heart thundering in her chest.
    “Are you …”
    “Yes?” Tane prompted as her words faltered.
    “Do you have rooms nearby?”
    With a liquid grace, he tossed the dagger onto the floor beside the bed, then with a tug of a button, dropped the khaki shorts to reveal his male glory that was already fully erect and anxious to please.
    “You could say that.”
    Heat seared