I saw red at those words. My vision danced before my eyes, shrouded in rage, as I shook and felt tears leak down my face. I had been so very careful, never falling pregnant because I knew if I did my baby would be forfeit to The Officials. Liam and I always took every precaution, lying about my cycle and timing our encounters accordingly. Would it be different with the angels? Or would they take the baby? I did not think they would, but I also had not agreed to be a mother and my choice had been taken away. Could I forgive these two bastards for what they did, even if it was not on purpose? I needed time to think. As their footsteps faded I knew they were looking for me, and I did not want to see them; and I wanted to be alone. For a long time. If I saw either one of their handsome faces I knew I would punch them in it and then forgive them, and if I was honest with myself I was not ready to forgive them. Throwing the knapsack on my back I crept towar

Cain showed me no mercy as his lips nipped and sucked at mine. His tongue plunged into my mouth, fiercely sweeping it like he couldn’t get enough of my taste. His hand circled my throat, pinning me to the ground as his other hand tore at my clothes. I felt the tie thrumming inside me, the pull to him almost magnetic after denying it for so long. He roughly kissed down my neck, stopping every few inches to bite my skin so hard I knew it would leave a mark. Gasping in mixed pleasure and pain as he continued his trek, his hand gripping my throat as he violently yanked my top down, my breasts bouncing slightly as they popped out and I could feel his erection throb against me as he drank them in; his eyes glowing. Our mixed blood was smeared across my lips, down my neck and now through the valley of my breasts; as he rolled a nipple between his teeth. The sharp jolts of pain shot to my core and I felt my pussy pulse with need, need for him, for him t

Shamshiel was right, the bond I had with him something vastly different then the one I had with Cain. Neither bond less than, just different. I had been physically attracted to the angel asshole the moment our eyes connected, now realizing that was the bond sparking between us. We had fought it initially, well I had, not knowing what it was. In the end his patient, gentle and honest way had slowly crept into my head and heart. Our bond was like an old pair of pants, comfortable, something easily slid into and relied upon. I knew Shamshiel was steady and true, his decisions made on logic after he considered every angle. He meant what he said when he spoke, and endeavored to speak true to not just me, but everyone. His was the calm to my storm, the safehaven. He was a leader, but not a dictator, demanding but not condescending. He was gentle in his requirements and orders to his people, and soft and tender with me. His emotions were usually concealed, b

LIAMTHREE MONTHS LATERDevon and that damn Nephilim Usel had been coming back and forth for a while. I could never get used to her, something about her unnerved me; and it wasn’t because she was a woman. Devon had told me they were apparently soul tied or some shit, which was what Verity was with not just one but two men. Oh wait, a fucking fallen angel and Cain the first murdered. Leave it to Ver to do it big. As if that wasn’t enough she was pregnant, with whose kid? She had no idea. Verity had never wanted kids, well no that wasn’t it, she didn’t want kids in this society where they got taken from you. Was the angel society that different? I couldn’t imagine anything but what I knew so it was a challenge to wrap my head around. Devon had said that she would be able to keep the baby with her, raise it and nurture it like how humans used to do long ago. My mind boggled at

TODDI paced the room waiting for Devon to come back, my nerves more than frayed and my emotions stutter stopping with the magnitude of what had happened earlier. I had never dared to hope, to even entertain the idea that Devon felt the same way as I did. Devon. I refused to let this ruin our friendship, in this mad world all we had was each other, and he was easily the most important person to me. Despite his appearance he was fierce in his own right, his brain on another level than most with his analytical skills. He was shorter than me by several inches, and where we both were made up of lean muscle he was more slender than I was. His almost black hair was always in a flop to the side, his brown eyes missed very little when he entered a room. And this amazing human wanted me, just as much as I wanted him; it was so wonderful it hurt. In a world where everyone was torn apart, and love was rare; this scared me.