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Dexter remembered his parents used to do the same thing to him when he was younger.
“Now go to your room and wait, and more importantly, think about what you did. In the mean time, your father and I will contemplate what your punishment will be.”
Usually, the punishment would be grounding for a week.
Dexter thought ruefully, Yeah, I could only hope Satan would be that lenient on me. As he waited for his fate, he looked out the window, which led to the mortal world. It was this window that gave demons access to the outside world, which allowed them to keep an eye on evil mortals who were about to die.
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picking a peach from a tree. Dexter saw many mortals, which included, murderers, rapists, drug dealers and terrorists throughout the world. He had a feeling his job as an escort had ended considering the stunt he pulled with the angel, Rochelle.
Finally, his eyes focused on a female with a rifle, lying prone on a rooftop. She had her weapon pointed down, trained on an apparent target. However, Dexter wasn’t interested in the target but rather, he was transfixed on the assassin. She had shoulder length long hair, a turned up nose and what looked to be a nice body. For some reason he simply couldn’t take his gaze off her.
His trance was broken when he heard the blast of the rifle.
Dexter looked toward where the assassin shot and saw a man lying on the ground. People gathered around the body, others were scampering in all directions.
Dexter saw the same female, exiting a building from where she had just shot her quarry. The female assassin, seeing the chaos, put her hand to her mouth as if in horror. She started talking to people in her vicinity.
Dexter smiled. He understood what she was doing. She was blending in with the crowd. Smart. Very Smart. Finally, she broke away from the crowd, and entered a cab. The cab started moving, but from his window, Dexter was able to keep an eye on them. He saw the female pull out a cell phone and muttered, “Yeah, it’s Charlie. Charlie Jackson. Package delivered. See you at the pound.”
So, her name is Charlie. Charlie Jackson. I am definitely going to keep my eye on her. Though he had never taken any advantage of a female demon, and knowing Charlie would surely end up in Hell for her crimes, he just might make an exception.
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ayne Simmons was having a bad day. She and her partner, Denel Arius
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of Azon, had been caught by the fugitive they were tracking. A stupid move for a pair of Alliance Hunters.
Jayne was currently listening to the rambling monologue of the Dhemon that she had tracked to this outpost, slowly bleeding from wounds inflicted on her bound wrists and ankles. The words were the worst part of the torture. Wouldn’t the woman just shut up and kill them?
A smirk filled the face of her captor, belying the words that followed. “I am afraid that you have left us no choice, hunter.
You will die here, and it will be by your partner’s hand.”
The angry snarl from across the room gave credence to the assumption that he would kill her. When she was whole and hearty, she would trust him with her life, but when she was tied down and bleeding, she was a lot less certain of her survival odds.
Denel had a lot of predators and blood drinkers in his bloodline. Would his urbane sense of self kick in before he saw her as prey?
“Thirty minutes after I leave this room his manacles will unlock and he will be free to destroy you. The Alliance will never be able to connect me to your demise. It will have been carried out by one of their own.”
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Revva smirked again and ran one fine boned hand across her skull. The horns that were part and parcel of her species stuck out against the shaved expanse. The shaved head was a blatant defiance of her cultural heritage and her obligations.
The idiot had simply run from a trade agreement and a mild assault case. Now she would have to face murder charges.
Jayne was proud to be a member of the Alliance’s newest planet affiliate, Terra, and she was in line to be a casualty in very short order.
“Just to make sure that he has your scent.”
That was all the warning she got as Revva dug her fingers into the open wounds on her wrist and prodded until blood flowed rapidly. Her assailant crossed the room and did something to Denel that had him snapping at the air. For such an urbane and calm guy, he moved into a killing frenzy rapidly.
She had seen it in the three months that they had been together. Now she would get to find out how it felt first hand.
Fantastic.
The metallic click of the manacles releasing made Jayne jump in her bonds. She was limp with lack of energy and blood loss. If it was going to happen, it was going to happen now.
“Hey, Denel. How are you doing?” Her voice was breathless.
Her chest was so tight she could barely speak.
A snarl greeted her. His silhouette moved into her field of vision. The stain of her blood was still across half of his face and he sniffed hard at the air as he grew closer. Her feet and the open punctures were treated to his examination. His head drew closer to her and she held her breath as his mouth opened slightly over the wound on her left ankle. The feel of his tongue shocked her to her core. Instead of pain, a warmth and tingling energy began to radiate up her leg and pool between her thighs.
“Denel, are you all right? I mean, did they hurt you?”
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on the left side.
He didn’t respond to her with anything other than one of those snarls and shifted to her right ankle, lapping and swiping at her, the same radiating pleasure began in her right leg that had run up her left. She had no idea what was motivating him, but it didn’t seem to be homicide on his mind. Well, not unless he was planning to lick her to death.
She craned her neck and braced herself to look at the bloody mess that used to be her skin, only to see the skin healed over and bright pink. Denel was licking her wounds clean.
Tears began to run from her eyes and she leaned back on the table, relaxing into his ministrations. If he was seeing her as prey, it was the most messed-up hunting reflex she had seen to date. No wonder most Azon were scholars.
When he finished with her ankles, he moved up to her right wrist and she gasped and shivered at the slow and delicate care he took with her raw flesh. By this point, her body was starting to warm with arousal, her blood flowed more freely and she worried about the possibility of blacking out.
She needn’t have worried. She was out in a matter of seconds.
She was moving, her head was against a hard surface, but the scent around her was comforting and disturbing at the same time. Someone was carrying her and it smelled like Denel, only wilder. She opened her eyes and was staring up at the interior of a cave that had only lichen for illumination.
“Denel? Where are we?”
“Safe. Your beacon went off, so we will be found in a day or so.” The set of his jaw was grim and she shuddered at what he must have gone through.
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been out?”
“Three hours. We are approximately five kilometres from the base where Revva left us. I have found these tunnels and they are uninhabited,” he paused for a moment, “now.”
“Did you kick out a bear?”
“Similar. But I am unaware of its designation.” He carefully set her down on a rocky shelf inside an open cavern. The lichen was really quite eerie. It cast everything with a sinister glow. Including her partner.
“Uh-huh. I didn’t know that you could close wounds like that.” She was talking to his back as he was working to create a small fire on the floor of the cave. He had two leather bags hooked into his belt and a pack on his back. He seemed prepared for anything.
“It is not a skill that we advertise. It is saved for our partners.”
He turned to look at her and his eyes were lit from within for some reason that she didn’t want to investigate. Partner had more than two meanings in a thousand languages. The one that he seemed to be using went beyond their assignment and into personal attachment territory.
“Great. Well, aside from being feeble, I feel like a million credits. What else happened?” There was something he wasn’t telling her.
“You had lost too much blood. I was forced to give you some of mine. By the most direct method possible.”
“Ah. I see. And what was that?”
“Intravenous. But I had to remove your blood first.” He seemed almost embarrassed.
“You had to drain me?”
“Or the antibodies in your system would reject the blood I gave you. You will still require medical care, but you will live.”
“So, what is it that you aren’t telling me? You are hiding something.”
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assigned to you, but I didn’t. If I hadn’t been so selfish, we would not have been caught by Revva and her followers.”
“So, your hormones are wild, you want to fuck something, you have weakened your self-control by giving me a blood transfusion and we are sitting in a dark cavern?” She couldn’t help herself and slapped him, hard. “And apparently your hormones are now zipping around in my bloodstream. Sorry.”
He had rocked back on his heels, but didn’t react at her attack. Well, he didn’t move. She could feel his body come to alert, every muscle waiting. She mirrored him, the tension of her body almost making her shake. His sudden lunge was not a surprise, but she did jump.
His kiss was a surprise, and not the reaction to being slapped in the face that was shared by most human males. The heat that had flared up when he closed her wounds now raged into a conflagration that she had to answer. She dug her fingers into the sides of his head and held him for her own kiss. A harsh growl broke the air and she jerked free as she realized that it came from her.
“No. Not like this.” She clumsily rolled out of his reach. “I don’t want our first time to be like this.” She held her right hand up to ward him off, but he was sitting back on his haunches, panting softly.
He cocked his head and his eyes gleamed in the dim light.
“If my body isn’t satisfied, it will take what it needs. So, what do you suggest?”
“I accept that, and won’t even pretend that I haven’t been watching you since we partnered up, but I want it to be slow.
Frankly, in my current physical state, even slow might be too much.” Honesty was the best policy, and one she tried to live by, no matter how embarrassing it was.
He nodded and crawled toward her on his hands and knees.
He peeled her clothing off with the care and cadence she had requested, and she responded. As his calloused fingers moved her red ship suit off her shoulders, her nipples rose to attention and a fine wave of sensation rippled across her body from that one little touch. Maybe going slow wasn’t such a good idea.
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His fingers trailed heat across her flesh as more and more of her was exposed. She was quivering with sensation by the time she was naked and her torn suit was thrown into the fire.
What? “Hey! What are you doing? I will need that!”
“The blood soaking the fabric is distracting and waking the instincts that we want to avoid. So it is burn it, or I will go a little crazy. I made a choice.” He looked up at her with eyes that smoked with heat, “You can borrow my tunic.” His chin was near the juncture of her thighs and he blew a stream of warm air across her light furring of hair.
She groaned at the sensation. “That’s cheating.”
“No. That is what you Terrans call foreplay.” He was smiling as he began to run his rough fingertips up her legs from her ankle to the point where her thighs met. Each time they trailed down, she relaxed only to step an inch or so apart to allow his fingers higher between her thighs with each pass.
The moisture within her body was making its way out with each circuit as she shifted her stance.
Jayne felt her body blush from head to toe. She could smell her own heat, so he definitely could. There was also a sharp snag from Denel’s claws as his own self control was teetering.
Azon claws came out when they were angry or excited. She hoped it was excitement. Anger would be bad when she was naked.
As she pondered his mental state, he had finally, gently, eased her thighs apart and buried his mouth against her moist heat. A sharp yelp of surprise escaped her as his dexterous tongue parted her lips to spread her moisture from her opening to her clit. He repeated the action and, on the third stroke, her legs gave way and she literally fell into his hands.
Now it was his turn to disrobe. He removed his tunic, exposing the slabs of muscle underneath and his leather trousers. Revva must have removed his boots earlier, possibly when she was taking a break from cutting holes in Jayne.
Inconsiderate bitch.
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Azon called it. “I would rather have you on your knees or above me, but you don’t have the strength for that.”
She reached up to cup his shoulders as he settled himself with the blunt head of his cock pressing against her. She breathed deep as he thrust forward, her slick heat wrapped around him and reluctantly let him go as he backed up to thrust again. Fractions of an inch were conquered by his steady beat and she was sweating profusely by the time he was fully seated within her. His arms shook with the effort that his control was costing him.
She ran her hands over his chest and shoulders ceaselessly, soothing, touching, enjoying the feel of his body against hers.
When she gathered herself to give him permission to move, she wrapped her legs around his hips tightly and asked, “What are you waiting for?”
It was more encouragement than he needed as he began to pound into her with savage intensity. When he leaned down to bite the side of her neck she knew he was almost there, and before she could reach down herself, his fingers teased her clit with a serious purpose. She screamed weakly and let the spots of light dancing in front of her eyes dance her into the darkness.
She was warm, a little sore and satisfied. Jayne blearily raised her head to meet Denel’s eyes and smiled sheepishly,
“Sorry about that. I guess I was weaker than I thought.”
“It’s all right, I went over the edge with you when you passed out.” He shifted under her and she held on until he settled. “I hope you don’t mind, but the rock was a little hard on your back, so I shifted you.”
“No. It’s fine, you are warmer than the floor anyway.” She put her head back down and stroked the fine velvet of his skin.
He was lumpier than the mattress she used to have, but he smelled way better.
“My body has settled, the heat has left. You have nothing more to fear from me until we are back on a ship and you are in better health.”
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“And what will happen then?” Jayne was warm and comfortable, drifting off to sleep again when another voice broke the companionable silence.
“We will get your ass into a medical bay and have you gone over with a fine-tooth comb.” The crisp pronunciation of the Alliance Common had Jayne wincing at the inevitable conclusion that it was another Terran. Simone Lafey to be precise. She was one of the other Hunters on the Alliance payroll and had obviously been sent out on retrieval duty for Denel and herself.
Jayne started to rise, but was stopped by Denel’s hands.
“We need a moment of privacy, please. We will be with you in a moment.”
“Fine, but no funny stuff. I think you have had your fill for this trip.” Simone chuckled and shoved her partner out of the cavern into the tunnel outside. Low voices exchanged information with more of Simone’s dark chuckling.
Denel sat up slowly, carrying her with him. He dressed her in his tunic and then put on his own trousers. He lifted her into his arms and joined the couple at the opening to the cavern. “Shall we leave? I have tired of this place.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Simone led the way with a small flashlight. Her partner seemed to be either Azon or Wyoran, Jayne couldn’t tell from her position against Denel’s chest. He followed the other team through the caves and right into the emergency shuttle that was immediately outside the caves.
He kept her in his arms when they sat in the shuttle and held her as they docked. It seemed he would not release her to any but the Medical team. So, their first stop was Medical.
“What have you been up to, Jayne? You never seem to come back in one piece anymore.” Dr. Cahsin moved swiftly around the chamber, collecting the items he would need for treatment.
“I was drained by our target and Denel gave me a transfusion to keep me up and running.”
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intimate at the time of discovery.”
Denel filled in, rather defensively. “It was my time to mate.
We didn’t have the luxury of hunting for approved partners.”
