“Mmm-hmm.”
She took one pill from each of the two bottles, tore open a packet, and placed the pills in his mouth. With one hand she held his head up, and with the other, she tipped the liquid into his mouth. He swallowed. When he finished, she covered him with a blanket. His hand caught hers, weakly.
“Dying. But… thank you.”
“You’re going to be okay,” she whispered. “Just fight, all right?”
He sucked in a rattling breath, the sound sending a shudder through her. Helplessly, she sank down on the floor, her back against the bed, and reached for her necklace out of habit, only to find that it wasn’t there.
This was bad. So bad. She needed to call Val. He could help Josh. She knew he could. She dug into her skirt pocket for her phone. No signal.
Dammit!
Someone tapped on the door, and she jumped, her pulse kicking into high gear. “Security. Open up.”
She pushed to her feet and confronted the two Egyptian men standing in the hall. One was inspecting her destroyed door.
“Ma’am,” the other said, gesturing to the room next to Josh’s, “this is your room?”
“Yes. Someone broke in.”
“Some passengers are reporting that it was a… monster?”
She smiled, hoped they didn’t notice her mouth trembling. “He was just a man.”
The men took her statement—she explained that someone had tried to rob her and then escaped—and when she was finished, they left her alone to question witnesses.
She closed the door and returned to Josh, wondering when—when, not if—Byzamoth would return.
He wasn’t done with her. He’d come back for her, wouldn’t stop until he’d taken her virginity. She shuddered, imagining the horror.
Armed with her charm, he said he’d bring about the end of days.
“I’m sorry, mom,” she murmured. Her mother had trusted Serena to keep the necklace safe, and Serena had failed. Somehow she had to get that necklace back, but she was defenseless against Byzamoth, and coming face to face with him again would be akin to offering her virginity up on a platter.
Again, the vision of the fallen angel attacking her, tearing her clothes away, assaulted her brain. She’d never forget his disgusting words, nor the smell of brimstone and feces on his breath.
Josh had saved her this time, had somehow been skilled and dangerous enough to take on Byzamoth and come out victorious. But he was dying, and he wouldn’t have the strength to protect her again. Byzamoth was going to take her virginity and carry through with his diabolical plan.
Unless she could get the necklace back. Unless someone could get the necklace back. Someone like Josh.
She closed her eyes, knowing what had to be done.
Serena’s hands felt so good on him. Like nothing Wraith had ever felt before. They worshipped him, kneading his flesh and sizzling his skin as they glided down his stomach. Her lips tickled his chest, and tiny licks of her tongue made him hiss with pleasure
Lower. Oh, yeah, that’s it.
He kept his hands at his sides and let her play, let her unbutton his jeans and release his swollen cock. He thought she’d take him into her mouth, but instead, she straddled him. Her wet heat surrounded him as she began to move, rubbing his shaft between her slick folds.
Damn, this was a great dream. He’d been dying to make love to her, and here, in his sleep, he could. He nearly groaned when she angled her hips to guide the head of his penis to her entrance.
“I love you, Josh.”
Josh. Even in his dreams she couldn’t call him by his name. He fisted the sheets, let the vibration of the train lull him when all he wanted to do was punch his hips upward and take her.
Train… train? Josh. Not a dream!
His eyes shot open, and oh, holy hell. Serena was braced above him, poised to take him.
“No!” Frantically, he grabbed her waist, but he was too weak to stop her. She sank down, burying his shaft deep. Her barrier broke, and she cried out before stifling the sound with her fist jammed in her mouth.
Instantly, a strange, wonderful energy permeated his body, coursing through his veins and kicking his heart into overdrive. The weakness that had been dragging him down was replaced by power and strength that howled through him in a mighty roar.
“Oh, babe,” he breathed. “Oh… fuck, what have you done?”
She had to know she’d started a countdown to her death.
“I couldn’t let you die.” She looked down at him, her gaze warm and liquid. She smiled, and then winced as she shifted. “I know you said you can’t give me what I want, but you already have.”
He wanted to argue, to rail against what she said, what she believed, but he couldn’t. His feelings for her went too deep. “I shouldn’t have told you—”