Cambion Lord (Dark Warrior Alliance #23) - Brenda Trim Page 0,6
happened, the cambion became worse than an incubus. Their inner demon took complete control and they took sex in any and every manner possible.
They didn’t stop to consider if the other person was willing, or if they were hurting their partner. They fucked using any force necessary. It was something he became when his mortal mother sent him to live with his father in Hell. Never again!
Dante considered Lucas. The male looked tired, but not exhausted. “We can if you need to feed.”
Lucas looked at Dante far too closely for his liking. “You need to feed, Chief. You’re on the edge. You’ve clearly been working too damn hard.”
Dante snapped. With a snarl, he shoved Lucas against the brick of a building to the left. He had his hand wrapped around his throat and was in his face. “Watch yourself, Lucas. You’re overstepping. I am your superior. And, I know when I need to feed. I don’t need you telling me. Now, let’s go. I need a drink.” Dante released the Dark Warrior and took several deep breaths.
Lucas lowered his head and altered course to the nearest subway station. “Sorry, Chief. I’m worried about you. I meant no disrespect. I want to make sure you aren’t putting us before what you need.”
“As the strongest of our kind, I can tolerate more than you. I know how to take care of myself.” Dante stepped in front of Lucas and descended the stairs.
The air became stale the further he went. Damp mold, rodents and decay replaced the somewhat fresher air. Not only were there animals rotting nearby, the brick walls were, as well. It created a unique scent that was overwhelming for sensitive noses.
The lights flickered above their heads, illuminating the concrete platform. The tracks were empty, but Dante heard the rumble of a train in the distance. He took a second to take of their surroundings.
“Line one should be here soon.” Lucas’s voice echoed in the cavernous space.
Dante’s skin prickled and his head snapped around. There was nothing there except the narrow tunnel and train tracks. “Do you feel that?”
Lucas cocked his head. “I don’t feel anything unusual. What is it?”
Dante tried to decipher what was setting him on edge. “It’s not demonic.” Demons and their skirm made his skin feel as if needles pricked him. “But something is down there. Let’s go.”
Dante jumped from the platform, just missing the third rail of the lines beneath them. If he’d hit that he’d be stuck there while his muscles spasmed and his flesh sizzled. He was jogging down the middle by the time he heard Lucas curse behind him.
“Chief, wait up.”
Dante slowed and glanced over his shoulder. “There’s blood.”
The lighting this far down the tunnel was far less than on the platform. Lucas’s eyes glowed brightly in the dim lighting. “It might be the result of humans. I don’t sense dark energy.”
“I don’t give a fuck what happened. Only that someone is injured and possibly dead.” Dante increased his pace and paused when the scent dissipated.
Backtracking several feet, he stopped when the trail intensified. He’d missed the narrow opening on the right side. Lucas was by his side when he maneuvered his way onto another path.
It was a tight squeeze for about fifteen feet before the tunnel opened up to a larger area. It was another track, not connected to the one they’d been on. And, there was a female lying naked across one of the metal tracks with her hand precariously close to the third rail.
Dante rushed to her side and crouched by her side. Her brown hair was matted with blood. Her torso had numerous cuts and abrasions, as did her legs. A bone broke through the skin on her left thigh.
Lying his hand on her shoulder, he jumped when she growled weekly and her hand swung in his direction. He landed on his back as her knife sailed over his head. The energy coming off the bright silver, told him this was no ordinary weapon. Given the color, he knew it wasn’t forged in the Underworld.
He had to assume it wasn’t on fire because she was close to death. Well, as close to death as a supernatural could get. She rolled and he got a glimpse of the scars on her back. They didn’t look fresh, but he wondered if it was part of her healing.
Dante gently brushed hair from her forehead. “It’s ok. I’m a member of the Dark Warrior Alliance. We’re here to get you help.”