Demon's Trust (The Chronicles of Arcayos #1) - Raven Dark Page 0,50

mind-blowing orgasm as much as the next girl, but this is ridiculous.

I put the showerhead back. Panting, I slip two fingers into my slick pussy and pump them in and out, but that just makes me hotter.

I hate him so, so much.

My head drops against the wall. “Arcay... Arcayos…” I can barely get his name out.

Light flashes, bright and blinding. I jerk my head up. “What the…”

A horizontal slash of blue and purple energy gleams in the tiled wall in front of me, as if reality itself has been ripped open.

Terror slices through me. I try to scream, but nothing comes out.

A wave of dizziness washes over me.

The tear in the fabric of the world expands until it’s wider than me. Light and energy crackle, blue and purple flashes of supernatural power that arc with violent white lightning.

I scream.

White-hot, drugging heat crashes over me like an undertow.

With my fingers still buried in my pussy, I collapse.

The world goes black.

10

A Promise Made

I barely manage to catch Cassidy Morgan before she can slam into the floor of her shower and split her head open on the tile. I drop to my knees, easing her down with me, holding her soaked and naked body against mine.

Under any other circumstances, I’d have loved this. I’ve been wanting to feel her like this—her soft, warmth pressed against me, her breasts squashed against my chest—since I saw her that first time a year ago. But not like this. Not with her face sheet-white, her head lulled back in unconsciousness.

I lay my hand on her cheek, then snap my hand back. She’s hot to the touch. Scorching hot.

Alarm bolts through me. I fling out my hand behind me, directing my thoughts at the Gateway still swirling at my back. It’s giving off that pounding sound only I can hear.

The Gateway closes with a sharp boom, leaving behind only the sound of Cassidy’s labored breathing.

Someone’s hammering on the door to her apartment.

Ignoring the knocking, I cup her jaw in my hand, shaking her gently against me. “Cassidy Morgan,” I say loudly.

She doesn’t open her eyes.

“Cassidy Morgan.”

No response. I check her pulse. It’s weak and thready.

Protectiveness tightens my gut. What’s wrong with her? Has Hazuldar done something to her?

How could I have made that fucking deal with her? She deserves better.

I draw back, slipping my arms under her back and her knees.

My gaze drops.

Her hand is wedged between her legs.

Va’halzoret help me, I bet the Ak’tar her fingers are buried inside her tight pussy. My cock twitches. Apparently my dick doesn’t care if she’s out cold.

Drawing her into my arms, I wrap her in a towel and carry her to bed.

Under her bed, that cat of hers hisses and spits madly.

Someone pounds on the door again.

“Hey in there!” a man’s voice calls. “You all right in there, lady?”

The cat goes silent.

“Hey!” Louder this time. “Open up in there, or I’m calling the cops!”

Fuck. That’s all we need, her fellow officers showing up, thinking she’s being attacked.

I lay her carefully across her bed.

Straightening, I flick my hand. Energy pulses around me. In the mirror over her dresser, I catch a glimpse of a stranger. Blond hair, blue eyes, chiseled features, a good, strong physique. People tend to trust you if you’re handsome. Unfortunate, but true.

I pad down the hall and open the door.

The pudgy, scruffy-faced man in the outside hall sizes me up, visibly taking in my bare chest, faded denims, and bare feet. He smirks. “Oh, man, sorry. I thought the good officer was… uh… I didn’t realize she had company.”

I can practically see the assumptions forming in his head. Nothing to see here, pal. Just a boyfriend dropping by for a weekend roll in the hay with his woman.

“She’s fine. I apologize, sir.” I add a smile of my own, one with just the right hint of embarrassment and charm. “I didn’t realize we were being so loud.”

“No worries.” He grins. “Good she’s finally getting some. I always thought she was a little too uptight.”

I suppress the urge to thrash him and settle for a nod. “Good day, sir.”

As soon as he shuffles back to his apartment next door, I close Cassidy’s door and lock it, shaking my head.

It’s alarming that a woman in this city can be heard screaming bloody murder like she’d been when the Gateway opened, and all it takes is a charming smile and the right words from a man at her door to send off potential help. I could be an axe murder