Her Wicked Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 6) Read online

She held it together, refusing to show her nerves, and dropped her top on the ground behind her. Asmodeus’s gaze remained rooted on her stomach, darkening by degrees, verging on red again. Clearly, anger wasn’t the only emotion that triggered a change in his eyes.

  She tackled her belt and was popping the button on her jeans when he caught on and caught up, and his eyes darted down, following her every move as she unzipped her jeans and then pushed them down her legs. It gave her the courage to keep going even as the confidence was draining from his eyes, his nerves surfacing again. She toed off her boots, stepped out of her jeans and straightened so Asmodeus could get a good view of her. She had ogled him after all. It was only fair she let him do the same.

  He growled low in his throat, his eyes burning crimson now, swirling with gold fire.

  Liora blushed.

  It was the first time a man had growled his approval of her slender build and she wasn’t going to deny that there was something wicked and sexy about the way he chose to let her know that he liked what he saw. Dangerous.

  His confidence was clinging on for dear life though. She could see it in the depths of his eyes and the way they flickered between hers and her body, and the water.

  Liora decided to have mercy on him.

  He had remained in his underwear-of-sorts. She would remain in hers. Small steps. It wouldn’t do to push him too far and make him feel mocked. She had seen how violently he could react to feeling belittled and shamed and she didn’t want anything to spoil this moment. She would play things cool, take her time, and let it all progress at a natural speed. Asmodeus was used to being in control. Liora wasn’t averse to letting him take the lead. It would be a nice change.

  She stepped down into the pool and rather awkwardly ended up almost falling in face first because of the difference in height between the plain and the bottom of the hot spring.

  Another blush crept up her cheeks and she masked it by cupping some water and pouring it over her hair, and then slicking it back from her face. Asmodeus didn’t seem to notice her embarrassment at all. He was too busy staring at her breasts and the beads of water trailing down her skin and soaking into her black bra.

  Liora waded towards him. His expression turned uneasy and he leaned back against the side of the pool and rested his arms along it in what would have been a casual way had he not looked half scared out of his wits.

  She held back another smile and sank lower in the middle of the pool, letting it lap at her hips.

  A moan escaped her, tugging another husky growl from her dark angel. She wouldn’t have been able to hold it in even if she had tried.

  The water felt wonderful, hot and steamy, and fresh. The air around the pool didn’t smell as much as that around the castle and she breathed deep of it, savouring the slight salty tang that laced it. Minerals? She had done a couple of mineral soaks in her life and had always felt wonderful afterwards. The barely leashed passion in Asmodeus’s eyes said she would feel wonderful after this bath too, but it wouldn’t be because of the minerals.

  “How can you stand the stink in this place?” She remained in the middle of the pool and dipped lower, sinking down to her shoulders, giving him time to build his confidence back up and vanquish his fears.

  Asmodeus looked beyond her, towards the fortress, and then off to his right, his gaze distant. “It is far worse near the pit, where the Devil resides and several of the primary lava rivers of Hell converge.”

  “Lava rivers… how nice. Is this the only water in Hell?”

  He shook his head, causing his jet-black hair to spike in places and droplets of water to spill onto his forehead and roll down. Liora wanted to lick them off his skin.

  She edged closer.

  He bent his right leg, his knee breaching the surface, and tipped his head back, captivating her. She paused again. He was beautiful and wicked, his eyebrows black slashes that cut above his incredible fiery eyes, his jaw strong and straight, and his lips profanely sensual and firm, made for kissing and wicked things. He was beautiful and he didn’t know just how handsome he was, and she liked that.

  He was nothing like Apollyon. They were similar enough that anyone who met them would think them twins, but they weren’t the same. Now that she knew Asmodeus, she could see just how different he was to Apollyon.

  It was strange looking at Asmodeus and knowing her cousin was in love with his twin. Liora had never felt attracted to Apollyon. He was too stuffy and haughty, too dull and focused on avoiding trouble, and that took something away from him that even his good looks couldn’t make up for.

  He lacked the vital spark that Asmodeus had—the instant fire that had ignited the moment she had set eyes on him and now burned between them like an inferno, sweeping through her every time their gazes met or bodies touched.

  It wasn’t just that fire that attracted her to him though.

  She preferred Asmodeus’s wild hair and golden eyes, and his wicked personality.

  She loved his fearlessness and how he would fight the Devil himself in order to protect her.

  He wasn’t one for diplomatic solutions and thinking things through before acting.

  He was reckless, brash, dangerous and a little bit crazy.

  Just like her.

  Liora moved silently through the water and settled before him, kneeling between his feet.

  He tensed when she reached for his right knee where it breached the surface of the opaque steaming water. Liora held back, fingers hovering an inch above his skin, giving him a chance to become accustomed to this because she had a suspicion this was another first for him.

  A suspicion she wanted to hear him confirm.

  “No one has ever bathed with you before?” She kept her voice even and calm, betraying none of her nerves or the jealous thoughts slowly surfacing at the back of her mind.

  Those black thoughts made her realise that her question was about more than confirming suspicions. She needed to hear him tell her that no other female had been given the pleasure of touching him. She needed it with a ferocity that shocked her. She had never been inclined towards jealous fits before, but then she had never been with a man like Asmodeus, a man she wanted to be all hers and no one else’s. She wanted to covet this powerful male sitting before her. She wanted to possess him.

  He seemed more relaxed now, his power flowing around her at a sedate level, mingling with her own returning magic. She liked how their powers did that at times, twining together, as if they were lovers.

  Asmodeus finally shook his head.

  Liora smiled and squashed a few jealous notions. “Would you like me to wash you, Asmodeus?”

  “Yes.” His tone turned gravelly again, edged with barely restrained hunger. He very much wanted her to wash him.

  Her smile widened and then faded when his face fell and his eyes turned cold and empty.

  “Have you washed many males?” he bit out, a harsh snap in his voice that made her smile inside although she would never dare let him know that she was on to him.

  She liked the jealous hiss in his tone, the dark glowering look on his face, and the possessive way his eyes held hers, as if he was her master now and he would not allow her to refuse to answer. She liked that she wasn’t the only one becoming a victim of that snake that lived inside all sentient beings and the vicious words it hissed in their ears.

  Liora laid her hand on his right knee and felt a glimmer of his pain and how much waiting for her answer was tormenting him together with other questions he had yet to voice, but she could guess at.

  “No, I have never bathed with a man.” She slid her hand down his shin to the water, cupped it and brought it up over his knee, gently washing away the grime.

  His expression warmed again and she felt him relax beneath her hand.

  Liora really couldn’t help teasing him. “Does that please you?”

  “Yes.” Very gruff. She smiled now, unafraid to show that his jealousy pleased her.

  “You like that I’ve only done th
is with you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?” She ran her fingers in expanding circles around his knee, growing outwards from the centre of his kneecap, teasing his fine dark hairs and taking care not to apply any pressure to the black bruise on the left side.

  He narrowed his heated gaze on her and the possessive edge it gained thrilled her.

  “Because you are mine.”

  Her heart did a ridiculous fluttering thing over that. She swallowed to stop it. He looked so serious that she felt like teasing him further but her voice failed her.

  Liora focused on washing the blood off his thighs beneath the water to quell the urge to kiss him breathless and it wasn’t long before he was breathless anyway, leaning back against the edge of the pool with his eyes closed and lips parted, and nostrils flaring as his body tensed with each sweep of her hands. He liked this. He enjoyed how she touched him and being cleaned by her.

  She suspected it was more than that though. Everything always had a deeper meaning with this man. He liked what they were doing because she was caring for him, and she knew without a doubt that no one had ever cared for him before, tending to his wounds and washing the blood of battle from his tired body. No one had ever shown him this affection, the softer side of mortal and immortal nature.

  Liora ran her palm down his thigh beneath the surface, feeling the strength in his toned sinewy muscles, enjoying this moment too.

  The milky water hid everything beneath the surface from view but Liora was a betting woman and she had good odds that if she moved her hands a few inches east, she would find him steel-hard and straining against his loincloth.

  She cursed the water. She wanted to see just what sort of weapon this man concealed down there.

  Liora moved closer and he spread his thighs to accommodate her, inviting her in. Her knees hit his backside and she moved to his left thigh, cleaning it with the same care as she had his other one. The water began to turn muddy with blood around them. She didn’t care. She was entranced by how fiercely Asmodeus reacted to every innocent sweep and stroke of her palms.

  He would look at her one moment with such fire in his eyes that she felt she was going to get burned, and then tip his head back and growl the next, exposing his short fangs and causing every muscle of his honed delicious torso to tense and delight her.

  She finished with his legs and carefully washed his face, giving him a moment to get his breathing back under control and slowing things down. He was used to her touching him here, brushing his sculpted cheeks with her fingers, tracing the firm curve of his lower lip with the pad of her thumb. His lips parted and his breath was cool on her overheated flesh, teasing her and sending goose bumps rushing up her arms.

  Mother Earth, she wanted to kiss him. The hunger for it twisted her stomach into knots and heated her belly.

  Liora forced herself to finish her work first and swept her hands down his neck, careful to keep her motions lighter whenever she was cleaning where the heaviest bruising had been. She stroked his Adam’s apple and stared at it, lost in her thoughts and feeling her magic come to a rolling boil in her veins.

  “You are… annoyed. Why?” Asmodeus’s deep voice pulled her up from the quagmire of her thoughts and she raised her eyes to meet his. Confusion shone in them.

  “He crushed your windpipe, didn’t he?” She skimmed her fingertips over his throat, remembering how black the bruises had been, and how badly he had been hurt.

  Annoyed was putting it mildly. She had rarely felt this angry. It was dangerous for her to let her emotions rule her like this. Her power could easily slip beyond her control, her feelings taking the reins and driving her to let go of all reason and fight without restraint. It had happened a few times, most notably when her parents had been taken from her. She had destroyed many lives that night in the maelstrom of her rage and pain.

  “Yes.” Water splashed as he lifted his hand from beneath the surface and caught hers, gently holding it to his throat. The touch soothed her, calming her rising magic until it simmered back down to a steady undercurrent in her blood. “It is nothing I would not have healed.”

  “How can you say that… as if it was nothing?” she snapped and snatched her hand back, her rough sudden movements sending small waves rippling outwards across the pool’s surface. Her magic spiked again, blistering her blood, her fury demanding she unleash it and make Asmodeus’s master pay for his sin of harming her angel. “He tried to kill you… he’s a bastard… a vicious, evil, conniving bastard, and I want his head for what he did to you.”

  Asmodeus caught her hand and gently drew her back to him. He kissed her fingers one by one, the action calming her and settling her heart in her chest, soothing the rampant magic in her veins.

  “I would endure far worse to keep you safe, my sweet little mortal. Besides, the punishment he meted out for my disrespect and disobedience has had its own rewards.” The wickedness of his smile told her that he meant what they were doing now.

  He had been beaten, bruised, and stabbed multiple times by shards of black rock, and then had his throat crushed, and he took it in his stride because she was bathing with him as a result of the pain his master had inflicted upon him? She couldn’t be as forgiving. She wanted the Devil dead for what he had done to Asmodeus.

  “I still want his head,” she grumbled and he sighed.

  “It would not be wise. To collect his head, you would have to seek him out. It is what he wants. He wants you, Liora, and if you go to him to seek out retribution for what he did to me, he would have you. Do not doubt that. You are not powerful enough to defeat him.” Asmodeus released her hand and smoothed his palm across her cheek. “Do not give him what he desires. Do not make what I suffered worth nothing.”

  Liora stilled and absorbed what he had said. He was right. If she tracked down the Devil, she would end up his prisoner, and everything Asmodeus had gone through would have been for nothing.

  She lowered her gaze to his chest and then lifted it again, meeting his.

  “He still wants you to take me to him, doesn’t he?”

  Asmodeus hesitated and then nodded. “I will resist… but I believe it is the reason he allowed me to remain alive rather than killing me once I had fallen unconscious. He still has a use for me.”

  The earnest look in his golden eyes spoke to her heart, telling it that he would do his best to go against his master’s orders, resisting his command to take her to him. She brushed her fingers across his throat, her gaze falling there.

  The Devil had rendered him unconscious and must have left him then, leaving him exposed and vulnerable, at the mercy of any passing demon or Hell’s angel. She tried to calm her anger but it spiked back up again, burning fiercer than ever as she pictured Asmodeus laying bloodied and beaten, out cold.

  Alone.

  What if he hadn’t come around when he had or hadn’t been left with enough power to create a portal to take him to his castle? What would have happened to him then?

  Asmodeus captured her hand, brought it to his lips and pressed a long kiss to it.

  “Sweet Liora…” he murmured against her fingers and closed his eyes. “It touches me that you desire to punish my master for my sake, but bothers me too. Let go of this desire… it is what he wants you to feel and how he wants you to act. Do not give him the satisfaction.”

  She nodded, drew their joined hands towards her and kissed a gash on the back of his.

  “Sorry,” she whispered and sighed, pushing out all of her anger and irritation, and letting it go. Here she was with a gorgeous man, almost naked, in a hot spring, and she was thinking about spilling blood. Something was very wrong with her. “I won’t do anything stupid… but I can’t help how I feel.”

  Asmodeus smiled at her, as if she had given him a beautiful gift with those words, and she blushed and dropped his hand and her gaze at the same time.

  She set back to work on cleaning him, taking her time as she washed his chest, slowly revealing his bronzed skin ben
eath all the blood and black dirt. She luxuriated in running her fingers down his stomach and feeling his muscles quiver beneath her touch, a sign of his returning nerves, and found her willpower lacking once again when she reached the waist of his loincloth beneath the water.

  She accidentally brushed the extremely impressive bulge in his loincloth.

  Asmodeus moved faster than she could see, snagging her hands and pulling them free of the water, holding them away from him.

  She was ready with a false apology when she lifted her gaze to his, expecting to see brooked desire in his eyes.

  There was only endless darkness.

  His grip on her wrists tightened, crushing her bones together, and she flinched.

  “How many males have you touched like this?” he barked, his voice loud as it echoed around the steep hills surrounding the black plain.

  The edge to his eyes said that he didn’t really want to know. She could see he was running numbers through his head, numbers that he didn’t like, males he felt he needed to compete with and best.

  Liora extricated her hands from his grasp and rubbed her sore wrists before gently taking hold of his hands. She looked deep into his eyes, seeing his need to know what he was up against, how experienced she was, and how much that set him on edge.

  “I have touched men like this, but I have only had one lover.”

  He didn’t look relieved to hear that. Liora moved closer and released his hands. She ran her palms up his chest, leaned in, and softly captured his lips with hers. His large hands claimed her waist and he slanted his head and kissed her, delving his tongue between her lips. She met it, tangling them together, losing herself all over again.

  Asmodeus pulled her against him and her breasts pressed into his chest, her knees hit his backside, and his rested against her hips. His hands slipped over her hips and clutched her bottom, his fingertips pressing in so hard that it bordered on painful. Were his claws out? The thought of him using them to shred her knickers had moisture pooling between her thighs.

  “I love the way you kiss me,” she whispered against his lips, teasing him with flicks of her tongue over them. “It’s as if you can’t get enough of me. Can’t you?”