Angel Of Mercy (Cambions #3) Read Online Free Page B

brace for it, he pressed his mouth to mine. Normally, this would be welcome. But it wasn’t feverish kisses he was after. Power flowed into me igniting my other half. I was thrown back and out of control. It’d been a while since I’d found myself in that position and one I didn’t relish.
    “Wait, stop,” I breathed.
    “You need to see that you can do it,” he said.
    Panting, I said, “No, I feel you pushing the power at me.”
    Shaking his head, he said, “That’s not me. I’m just kissing you.” And he began again.
    It was amazing. His life force was strong and brought me alive. I felt as though my power grid was reset. Every sense was heightened. I felt each thread of his shirt against my hand. I tasted coffee on his tongue, hazelnut.
    A corner of my mouth tilted up in a half grin that wasn’t my making. “Well, look who brought the cat out to play,” my demon said through my lips.
    His eyes swirled and darkened as if to match the darkness that spoke to him. “McKayla.”
    “Yes, who else.”
    His lashes cast shadows under his eyes for how low they were. Licking his lips, he said, “I was expecting you.”
    She laughed and all I could do was sit back and watch. I’d been doing my best to make sure I got enough sleep so she couldn’t take over my body. But everything that happened with Flynn and Luke made it impossible for me to get the rest I needed.
    “Now what would the golden boy of fate want to do with little old me?” She stepped back and pranced around the room as he watched us with his eyes. She lifted my shirt to my waist with a flirty gesture. “Some say, blue is my color. What do you think?” She bit our lips and he zoned in it. Then his eyes slowly slid south and landed on the blue boy shorts I wore. She turned and gave him a view of our backside. I few seconds later, she smiled and looked out over shoulder. Shaking her hips, she said “You like what you see.”
    My Luke moved like he was captured in her spell. He prowled over to us with a dark hunger in his eyes. Reaching us, he encircled our waist pressing us to his back. He kissed our shoulder and she shuddered. The kisses ended at our ear and he said, “I do like. But it’s not you I want to share this moment with.”
    She scowled even though he couldn’t see with him pressed to our back. She tried to jerk away, but he was still stronger than either one of us. “Let me go.”
    “Leave us,” he commanded, bringing a hand to our throat. “Let Mercy back.”
    “Why should I?” she said, but I felt her panic.
    His hand began to glow. We didn’t see but we felt the heat at our throat. “I could send you back to hell.”
    “You wouldn’t,” she spat.
    “Oh, but I would. What reason should I keep her body here if you are going to invade it?”
    Leaning our head back on his shoulder releasing us from some of the tension on our neck, she said, “Oh, there will be a time when you aren’t around and I will glorify the day with offerings of this flesh to any man available.”
    And I found myself pushed back to the forefront as if she really shoved me. “Luke,” I said, with his hand still at my throat. Weren’t his words threat enough?
    He spun me around and his mouth was on mine. Then there was no more talking.  All was thwarted by our manic kisses.  Lifting me like the damsel in distress I was, he carried me up the stairs to a room I remembered all too well with its dark furnishings and pristine cleanliness. He placed me on the bed. Stroking my cheek, he studied me while I studied him. His face was relaxed and I saw my Luke again. 
    “I want this,” I said. “I want you.”
    He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he looked resolved. “That’s not why I brought you here.” Glancing away then back at me, he confess, “Okay, that’s bullshit.  That is the reason I brought you here, but I can’t. This isn’t right.”
    “Luke,” I complained.  Again, he was stopping what we both wanted.
    “No,” he