she was going to go down, at least she could enjoy the perks.
Rising on her tiptoes, she cupped his face in her hands and pressed her mouth to his. She could never ask him what he felt for her and trust his reply. But perhaps she could feel it. Surely there was a difference between a kiss filled with only lust and one with real emotion.
She kissed him softly, savoring the feel of him. He was so impossibly perfect under her hands. Tilting her head, she slanted her mouth over his.
The arm around her waist tightened as he parted his lips under hers. She moaned as his tongue touched hers.
He took control of the kiss, touching her with burning passion. Kerilyn had no complaints. She kissed him back with everything she had, reveling in his desire.
As Arawn plundered her mouth she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. They fit together perfectly, as if made for one another. Kerilyn decided she liked the feel of his silky braids flowing over her fingers. She liked the taste of him, the heat of his touch and the dizzying desire burning low in her stomach. He was a man she could grow used to wanting. A dangerous thought.
A hissing sound broke through their passionate embrace.
Kerilyn whirled to face the threat, stepping back against Arawn’s chest automatically.
He wrapped a comforting arm around her as they looked at the demon before them.
The creature hunched over, his long arms nearly dragging on the ground. Bright red eyes regarded them as he shifted from foot to foot, his claws scraping lightly on the cement.
“Excuse me, your majesty,” the demon hissed, his gaze darting between them. “I have been instructed to escort the hunter to my king.”
“I shall accompany you,” Arawn replied coolly.
The demon’s red eyes flashed with worry. “My lord is not expecting you,” he tried to explain.
“I have not seen my brother in quite some time. He will be pleased.” Arawn drew himself up regally, looking every inch the terrifying king he was. “Lead the way. Now.”
Even Kerilyn stiffened at the unmistakable command in his voice.
The demon bowed low and quickly started to shuffle away.
Drawing a deep breath, Kerilyn followed the demon. With the spirit lord at her back and a demon king waiting for her, she’d passed the point of no return.
Chapter Five
The demon led them to an old warehouse facing the dark water. Kerilyn had often come to this area of the city on her hunts but she had never been inside this particular building.
Its walls stained with years of dirt and grime, the red brick structure stood several stories high. In the dim moonlight the entire setting was uncomfortably eerie. Kerilyn had no desire to go inside.
Touching the dagger on her hip, she forced herself forward. Sarah was in there. If it was the last thing she did, she’d make sure her niece survived the night.
The demon held the door open for them as they swept inside.
A large empty room unfolded before them. Weak lights failed to banish the shadows, but the high windows lining the top of the walls were large enough to let in the faint glow of the moon. It was enough to allow Kerilyn to see the room was filled with demons.
The creatures were the height of a man, though their longer arms and spindly legs gave them a misshapen appearance. But there was nothing human about their glowing red eyes or the pointed teeth that barely fit in their mouths. Most held weapons even though their claws alone were deadly enough. Kerilyn swallowed hard as she took in their numbers. There were far too many for her to fight.
In the center of the room sat Sarah. Kerilyn wanted to run to her but Arawn gripped her arm in warning. Slowly they approached the waiting party.
Kerilyn had never met the demon lord, but staring at the group she knew there was only one man he could possibly be.
The frightening king stood as tall as Arawn. Indeed, the resemblance between the two brothers was striking. Both had the same midnight hair and angelically beautiful
Rising on her tiptoes, she cupped his face in her hands and pressed her mouth to his. She could never ask him what he felt for her and trust his reply. But perhaps she could feel it. Surely there was a difference between a kiss filled with only lust and one with real emotion.
She kissed him softly, savoring the feel of him. He was so impossibly perfect under her hands. Tilting her head, she slanted her mouth over his.
The arm around her waist tightened as he parted his lips under hers. She moaned as his tongue touched hers.
He took control of the kiss, touching her with burning passion. Kerilyn had no complaints. She kissed him back with everything she had, reveling in his desire.
As Arawn plundered her mouth she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. They fit together perfectly, as if made for one another. Kerilyn decided she liked the feel of his silky braids flowing over her fingers. She liked the taste of him, the heat of his touch and the dizzying desire burning low in her stomach. He was a man she could grow used to wanting. A dangerous thought.
A hissing sound broke through their passionate embrace.
Kerilyn whirled to face the threat, stepping back against Arawn’s chest automatically.
He wrapped a comforting arm around her as they looked at the demon before them.
The creature hunched over, his long arms nearly dragging on the ground. Bright red eyes regarded them as he shifted from foot to foot, his claws scraping lightly on the cement.
“Excuse me, your majesty,” the demon hissed, his gaze darting between them. “I have been instructed to escort the hunter to my king.”
“I shall accompany you,” Arawn replied coolly.
The demon’s red eyes flashed with worry. “My lord is not expecting you,” he tried to explain.
“I have not seen my brother in quite some time. He will be pleased.” Arawn drew himself up regally, looking every inch the terrifying king he was. “Lead the way. Now.”
Even Kerilyn stiffened at the unmistakable command in his voice.
The demon bowed low and quickly started to shuffle away.
Drawing a deep breath, Kerilyn followed the demon. With the spirit lord at her back and a demon king waiting for her, she’d passed the point of no return.
Chapter Five
The demon led them to an old warehouse facing the dark water. Kerilyn had often come to this area of the city on her hunts but she had never been inside this particular building.
Its walls stained with years of dirt and grime, the red brick structure stood several stories high. In the dim moonlight the entire setting was uncomfortably eerie. Kerilyn had no desire to go inside.
Touching the dagger on her hip, she forced herself forward. Sarah was in there. If it was the last thing she did, she’d make sure her niece survived the night.
The demon held the door open for them as they swept inside.
A large empty room unfolded before them. Weak lights failed to banish the shadows, but the high windows lining the top of the walls were large enough to let in the faint glow of the moon. It was enough to allow Kerilyn to see the room was filled with demons.
The creatures were the height of a man, though their longer arms and spindly legs gave them a misshapen appearance. But there was nothing human about their glowing red eyes or the pointed teeth that barely fit in their mouths. Most held weapons even though their claws alone were deadly enough. Kerilyn swallowed hard as she took in their numbers. There were far too many for her to fight.
In the center of the room sat Sarah. Kerilyn wanted to run to her but Arawn gripped her arm in warning. Slowly they approached the waiting party.
Kerilyn had never met the demon lord, but staring at the group she knew there was only one man he could possibly be.
The frightening king stood as tall as Arawn. Indeed, the resemblance between the two brothers was striking. Both had the same midnight hair and angelically beautiful
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