Knight's Absolution (Knights of Hell #5) - Sherilee Gray Page 0,110

and Scarlet walked out, right as Taren fisted the female’s hair and started brutally fucking her face, glowing as he came. He didn’t even notice Scarlet pass.

Definitely something to remember for next time.

Scarlet walked by him, her gaze finding him even as her head stayed down and focused straight ahead. Tobias fell in behind her, staying back again. And he continued that way until they reached the safety of Lucifer’s chambers.

She tossed aside her brown cloak and turned to him as soon as he walked in behind her and closed the door. She rushed to him and wrapped her arms around him. Tobias kissed her, holding her close, hating that she still needed to walk among that nest of vipers.

The kiss turned wild. They still couldn’t get enough of each other, and he knew they never would. Her hands moved over him, unbuckling his armor, shoving it off his body, her desperation making her shake.

“What is it, Scarlet?”

She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “I need you, I need to know you’re actually here, that this isn’t a dream.”

Whatever she’d found out in that room had rattled her. She’d tell him what it was, but first, she needed him.

Tobias thrust his fingers in her wild red hair and lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the bed. She yanked her dress over her head, tossed it aside, and reached for the front of his pants, tugging them open. His mouth came back to hers, and he worked his way down her throat.

She pulled him back and shook her head. “I want you inside me, now.”

Scarlet reached down, took his cock in her hand, and guided him to her.

Eyes locked with his mate’s, he thrust inside her, giving her what she needed. He took her, hard and deep, both of them shaking, grasping for the other, locked so tightly together, he didn’t know where he ended and she started.

When she finally cried out, gripping him so tight, light flashed behind his eyes and he had no choice but to go with her.

He stayed where he was, planted deep, covering her body with his, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him.

“I love you,” he said.

Her lashes fluttered. “I love you too.” She cupped his face and looked deep into his eyes. “Promise me we’ll never be parted ever again.”

“I promise,” he choked. “I’ll do anything, fucking anything to make sure that never happens.” He brushed his lips over hers. “Talk to me, beautiful girl.”

A tear streaked down her cheek. “It’s worse than we ever imagined.”

Roxburgh

Rocco landed silently on the roof of the compound, but stayed back, sticking to the shadows.

Why the hell had he come here?

To torture yourself.

Voices, laughter echoed into the night. His brothers with their females. Brent and Chaya were here, Silas and James as well.

A grill had been set up and Zenon was flipping steaks, a small grin curling his lips at something Mia had said to him. Gunner and Luna were off to the side, and his brother had his head dipped, was saying something to his mate that made her eyes sparkle and her cheeks blush.

Everywhere he looked were happy couples.

Rocco’s demon hissed, clawing under his skin.

His demon hated being around this as much as Rocco did. Yeah, he was happy for his brothers, every one of them, but with the connection they all had, the link that joined him to each one of his brothers, meant he was getting bombarded with their joy twenty-four seven, and it was killing him slowly.

Sometimes it was so big and bright, he struggled to breathe.

So yeah, he was happy for them, but he didn’t want that shit inside him. He didn’t want their joy invading his fucking head, trying to fill his heart.

He had no room for it, didn’t want it.

Silas glanced his way. The angel had clocked him as soon as he’d landed, but he’d stayed away. Time was up. He headed toward Rocco now, a tense expression on his face. Rocco’s demon shrieked his rage and clawed more fiercely.

Thankfully, none of Roc’s brothers noticed, too caught up with their females. Whatever the fallen angel had to say, Roc didn’t want to hear it. Nothing he could say would bring Kyler back to him. Everything else was a waste of fucking breath.

“Why don’t you come join us?” Silas said when he stopped in front of him. “Your brothers would love to see you.”

“As fun as that sounds, I’ll pass.”

Silas stared at him, his silver eyes boring deep. “There’s still hope, Roc, you need to hang on to that.”

Nope. No. He couldn’t do this now. “How about you fuck off with your positive-thinking bullshit, yeah?”

“Believe me, I know I sound like a fucking asshole,” Silas said. “But I have this feeling…I’ve been getting these feelings and…”

“Fuck yourself with your feelings, Silas,” Rocco growled. “Your feelings won’t bring my female home…” He cut himself off, the pain of talking about Kyler was too much.

Rocco walked away to the sound of his demon’s screams of pain. Just the mention of Kyler was too much for both of them, the screams grew so anguished and loud, Rocco almost blacked the fuck out.

It was as if Rocco’s own pain had become a separate entity in the form of his demon. Darker, more violent, completely and utterly broken.

Somehow, he managed to stay conscious and dove off the side of the compound roof. There was only one place he could handle being right then. His wings carried him on autopilot, across the city to the spot he’d last seen her, the only place he could feel close to her anymore.

The alley was dark, shadowed, and overflowing with malevolence.

He landed and strode to the brick wall at the end—to where the portal, dark and smelling like death, opened every solstice and equinox and spewed out demons. Where he and his brothers slaughtered as many as they could to protect mankind. The evil could be felt here even now.

His female was surrounded by that same evil, was living in it, in that darkness, with creatures that would take pleasure in causing her pain.

With Diemos, who was evil itself.

He pressed his hands and forehead against the warm brick and roared with everything inside him, his demon joining him with so much force, he lost his sight for long seconds.

Rocco pushed away panting, and shoved up his sleeve. He looked at the scar there, at the half-mutilated angel brand he’d tried to cut out when she was taken from him, and drew his knife.

The next time the portal opened, he was going in.

And no one could stop him.

About the Author

Sherilee Gray is a kiwi girl and lives in beautiful New Zealand with her husband and their two children. When she isn't writing sexy, edgy contemporary and paranormal romance, searching for her next alpha hero on Pinterest, or fueling her voracious book addiction, she can be found dreaming of far off places with a mug of tea in one hand and a bar of Cadburys Rocky Road chocolate in the other.

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Also by Sherilee Gray

Knights of Hell:

Knight’s Redemption

Knight’s Salvation

Demon’s Temptation

Knight’s Dominion

Knight’s Absolution

The Smith Brothers:

Mountain Man

Wild Man

Solitary Man

Rocktown Ink:

Beg For You

Sin For You

Meant For you

Bad For You

Lawless Kings:

Shattered King

Broken Rebel

Beautiful Killer

Ruthless Protector

Glorious Sinner

Merciless King

Boosted Hearts:

Swerve

Spin

Slide

Spark

Axle Alley Vipers:

Crashed

Revved

Wrecked

Black Hills Pack:

Lone Wolf’s Captive

A Wolf’s Deception

Stand Alone Novels:

Breaking Him