I slowly slid inside her, and she angled her hips to take me deeper, her hands moving to my back, urging me closer.
My steady thrusts turned to rough pounding, and I attempted to hold back, but Mere gasped.
“More. Harder.”
I gave her more, harder, and my body tightened warningly. I slipped my hand down, playing with her clit as she let out a sound that made me feel like a god.
I emptied myself inside her as she writhed beneath me, lost in pleasure. For the first time, I wished demons were as fertile as human men.
And that was a dangerous thought.
* * *
Vassago
The vibration of my phone woke me, and I grabbed it before it could disturb Mere. I scowled as I flicked at the screen. The last thing I wanted to do was drag myself from Mere’s warm bed.
I froze. Bael had sent me an address and an order toGet there now. I knew that address.
Hannah. The black witch. I cursed silently. Mere would be pissed that I hadn’t woken her up, but she was going after Ilayda tomorrow. She was as safe as she could be in this apartment—her ward would likely give Samael himself some trouble. Danica had leveled up when Lucifer died and she was now a serious powerhouse. I still didn’t want to leave Mere alone, though…
My phone vibrated again, and I slid out of bed, pulling on my jeans. I grabbed my shirt and shoes and carried them out of the bedroom so I wouldn’t wake Mere.
Then I triple-checked I’d locked the door behind me, padding down the stairs and onto the street, where I climbed into the sky.
When I was a child, a black witch took one of Dean’s friends. I’d only known him for a few months—he was several years younger than Dean. But he’d been a good kid. The kind of kid who helped those less fortunate than him. He’d wanted to be a doctor.
And a black witch sacrificed him for her filthy spell.
Ag killed that black witch. But it didn’t bring the kid back. That was the first time I understood just how fragile humans were. I was young, still almost powerless, but the black witch wouldn’t have dared to try for him.
Dean was distraught. When I started pulling back, scared to risk something happening to him, he called me a fuckwit and didn’t speak to me for a week.
Ag had found me, sitting next to a basketball court, miserably watching the teenagers play. He’d asked me what happened with me and my human friend.
I’d told him everything, and he’d ruffled my hair. My uncle wasn’t the demonstrative type, but he’d given me a hug that day. Even though he hadn’t approved of my being friends with humans, he’d given me some advice.
“You try to protect your heart, and you miss out on everything life is about. You become hard and cold. There are some things more important than protecting yourself from pain.”
“Like what?”
“Like love, Vas. Go find your friend and apologize for abandoning him when he was already in mourning.”
I landed in front of the black witch’s house, my throat tight. I’d forgotten about that conversation. And yet Ag’s words had stayed with me somehow over the years. Even when I’d met a human witch who was teaching me all about what it meant to have your greatest vulnerability strolling around where anyone could hurt her.
“Demon.”
“Witch.”
The old crone was standing outside her house, hands on her hips. Hannah had helped us during the battle, trapping the wyverns that would’ve decimated our troops. That didn’t mean I trusted her.
“What happened?” I asked.
“A demon landed on my front lawn. I recently set up new wards,” she explained at my frown. “Some of my colleagues believe me a traitor for fighting next to white witches on the battlefield.”
I raised one eyebrow. It shouldn’t surprise me that black witches would turn on one of their own after she saved lives. And yet, it did. I ignored the seed of discomfort that settled in my belly at the thought of the old woman needing extra wards.
“Danica will be pissed if you end up dead.”
