Redemption (A NOVEL OF THE SEVEN SIGNS) Read Online Free
Author: Erica Hayes
ice-walled resolve melted.
In a flash—how did it happen?—he was on his knees. The wall at her back grazed his palms. Her breasts swelled against his metal-clad chest. She gasped, rich with excitement, and hot blood pounded in his head and he wrapped his fingers in that sinful dark hair and gave himself up to her kiss.
Oh, Lord. She tasted of flames and blood, so good he groaned. For one precious, shocking moment, her lips molded to his, delicious, alive…
And then his mouth caught fire.
Pain flashed, accusing. Burnt skin soured his tongue. Her hair sizzled his fingers with telltale wrath. And a hot demon-spelled blade pressed sweet agony against the thudding pulse in his throat.
Vampire!
Ash rained like snow, the broken remnants of demon magic. Too late, hellcurse’s foul stink sickened him. He’d been holding his breath, he realized distantly. Hadn’t smelled it. Too fixated on sinful pleasures to see the evil glimmer in her eyes. But now, her scent was unmistakable.
No accidental vampire, this scheming seductress. She was Chosen. Hell’s whore. The demon’s willing slave.
She laughed, and her sharp fangs crunched out. “Bleeding Christ. You’re all so stupid .”
Japheth’s mind stumbled, dizzy. His heart still pounded, his blood still screaming with toxic need. Should’ve known his irrational lust for her wasn’t real. She’d spelled him with her evil magic, and he’d fallen for it spectacularly.
But that didn’t change the ugly truth. The beautiful bitch was hellspawn. And he’d kissed her.
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CHAPTER 3
Rose laughed. The dumb shock in this angel’s eyes was better than sex. She could still taste him, coffee and chili and delicious what-the-fuck-just-happened ? She licked scorched lips. Mmm. So innocent, this golden-winged altar boy.
Different from the others, who’d taken what she offered with furtive delight. Angels had the morals of rats, only worse, because they lied about it. But this one had kissed her wildly, his passion uncontrollable. Almost like he’d never kissed a woman before…
Whatever . His innocence only made her revenge on heaven sweeter. Her demon prince would be pleased. She gritted her teeth, and thrust her knife in for the kill.
But her steel met empty air.
He’d already swept up on golden wings. Shit. Too slow. She’d gloated too long, and now he’d gotten away.
She sprang to the balls of her feet, brandishing her knife.
The angel crouched, glittering wings backswept. One hand outstretched for balance, the other leveling his sky-fire sword at her. He wore dark leather pants and a silver angel’s cuirass that sparked with electric blue rage. Blood spotted his feathers,slicked in his sweaty golden hair. A dark and angry warrior, primed for battle. His gaze stabbed her, poisoned with malice, frigid and greener than hatred.
“Angel Slayer,” he hissed. Barely audible, quivering…but not the passionate, reckless head rush of thirty seconds ago. Frosty, lethal rage, calculated to the last inch for the kill.
Jesus. Rose thought she had issues.
But her pulse raced, lacing her blood with heady fight or flight. She’d lost the surprise advantage that had helped her make her previous kills. And the bastard was strong, agile. Big, too, those glistening muscles packed with power. She’d need all her wiles to win…
“Very good,” she mocked, circling to get better range. “What’s the matter, angel? Can’t fight properly with a hard-on?”
“I always fight with a hard-on, whore.” An ice-spiked laugh. His accent was elusive, mixed. “Maybe slitting your throat will get me off. Whaddaya say?”
“Have at me, then, sucker, you’re cutting into my feeding time—umph!”
Sizzling blue fire scythed past her nose. She swayed, dizzy. She’d ducked his blade by an inch. Fuck, he was fast.
But so was she. She dived into a handspring and rolled to her feet. He was already there and kicked her legs from under her.
Her flesh tingled. Fighting was
In a flash—how did it happen?—he was on his knees. The wall at her back grazed his palms. Her breasts swelled against his metal-clad chest. She gasped, rich with excitement, and hot blood pounded in his head and he wrapped his fingers in that sinful dark hair and gave himself up to her kiss.
Oh, Lord. She tasted of flames and blood, so good he groaned. For one precious, shocking moment, her lips molded to his, delicious, alive…
And then his mouth caught fire.
Pain flashed, accusing. Burnt skin soured his tongue. Her hair sizzled his fingers with telltale wrath. And a hot demon-spelled blade pressed sweet agony against the thudding pulse in his throat.
Vampire!
Ash rained like snow, the broken remnants of demon magic. Too late, hellcurse’s foul stink sickened him. He’d been holding his breath, he realized distantly. Hadn’t smelled it. Too fixated on sinful pleasures to see the evil glimmer in her eyes. But now, her scent was unmistakable.
No accidental vampire, this scheming seductress. She was Chosen. Hell’s whore. The demon’s willing slave.
She laughed, and her sharp fangs crunched out. “Bleeding Christ. You’re all so stupid .”
Japheth’s mind stumbled, dizzy. His heart still pounded, his blood still screaming with toxic need. Should’ve known his irrational lust for her wasn’t real. She’d spelled him with her evil magic, and he’d fallen for it spectacularly.
But that didn’t change the ugly truth. The beautiful bitch was hellspawn. And he’d kissed her.
----
----
CHAPTER 3
Rose laughed. The dumb shock in this angel’s eyes was better than sex. She could still taste him, coffee and chili and delicious what-the-fuck-just-happened ? She licked scorched lips. Mmm. So innocent, this golden-winged altar boy.
Different from the others, who’d taken what she offered with furtive delight. Angels had the morals of rats, only worse, because they lied about it. But this one had kissed her wildly, his passion uncontrollable. Almost like he’d never kissed a woman before…
Whatever . His innocence only made her revenge on heaven sweeter. Her demon prince would be pleased. She gritted her teeth, and thrust her knife in for the kill.
But her steel met empty air.
He’d already swept up on golden wings. Shit. Too slow. She’d gloated too long, and now he’d gotten away.
She sprang to the balls of her feet, brandishing her knife.
The angel crouched, glittering wings backswept. One hand outstretched for balance, the other leveling his sky-fire sword at her. He wore dark leather pants and a silver angel’s cuirass that sparked with electric blue rage. Blood spotted his feathers,slicked in his sweaty golden hair. A dark and angry warrior, primed for battle. His gaze stabbed her, poisoned with malice, frigid and greener than hatred.
“Angel Slayer,” he hissed. Barely audible, quivering…but not the passionate, reckless head rush of thirty seconds ago. Frosty, lethal rage, calculated to the last inch for the kill.
Jesus. Rose thought she had issues.
But her pulse raced, lacing her blood with heady fight or flight. She’d lost the surprise advantage that had helped her make her previous kills. And the bastard was strong, agile. Big, too, those glistening muscles packed with power. She’d need all her wiles to win…
“Very good,” she mocked, circling to get better range. “What’s the matter, angel? Can’t fight properly with a hard-on?”
“I always fight with a hard-on, whore.” An ice-spiked laugh. His accent was elusive, mixed. “Maybe slitting your throat will get me off. Whaddaya say?”
“Have at me, then, sucker, you’re cutting into my feeding time—umph!”
Sizzling blue fire scythed past her nose. She swayed, dizzy. She’d ducked his blade by an inch. Fuck, he was fast.
But so was she. She dived into a handspring and rolled to her feet. He was already there and kicked her legs from under her.
Her flesh tingled. Fighting was
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