Free Just One Bite Volume 2 by Brenda Williamson Rosalie Stanton Dahlia Rose Linda Palmer Virginia Nelson Bethany Michaels Amanda McIntyre Karalynn Lee Tracey H. Kitts Jambrea Jo Jones Yvette Hines Marie Harte Kathleen Dienne Victoria Blisse

prompted an angel to bring a demon here.
    “Thank you for coming away from there with me,” he said, a bit stiffly. Courtesies to a demon must not come naturally to him. “We don’t like letting mortals realize we’re present, and if you and I had spoken there, he would have guessed.”
    Humans had trouble seeing angels, but Lilith supposed that witnessing a demon speaking with one would be revealing. “So why did you take me away from my prey?” She let her voice turn hard. She was not lightly interrupted.
    “To keep you from seducing that man,” he said.
    Her annoyance sharpened. How like an angel to interfere so arrogantly. “And how did you know me or what I intended?”
    “Is there any being in Heaven or Hell who doesn’t know you or your nature?” he asked in exasperation.
    She was used to flattery, but this angel didn’t sound as though he was complimenting her. “And which one are you?”
    “Baraqiel,” he said.
    “An archangel guarding a mere man?” she said scornfully. It was a task usually given to lesser angels.
    His wings flared, but he contained his temper. “He is a prince marked by destiny,” he said. “He can’t fall under your thrall. There is a woman he has yet to meet.”
    “I was only looking for an hour or two of pleasure,” she said. “Not to steal his vaunted destiny.”
    “Lilith,” he said, “what man could spend time with you and then not yearn for you after? How could he become intrigued with another woman if he’ll be thinking of you?”
    His gaze upon her was fierce but not, she realized, out of anger. He wanted her.
    She smiled, her irritation suddenly gone. “You speak like one who knows.” She began to walk in a circle around him.
    He turned to keep her in view. “I have never lain with a demon.”
    “But would you?” She noted the breadth of his shoulders and his large, strong hands with approval.
    His eyes narrowed. “What?”
    “You ask that I not pursue that mortal,” she said, her voice all silk. “What do you offer in return?”
    “You will never take my soul,” he said flatly.
    “You would have to tell me your true name and offer your soul to me before I could take it. You know that.”
    “And you do not ask for these things?” He watched her warily.
    “Perhaps I’ll coax it out of you,” she said. “But even if not, the bed-sport would prove entertaining, I think.” Her circle tightened into a spiral and she stopped in front of him, close enough to lay a hand on his chest. He was all taut muscle. She could feel the heat radiating from him, not so unlike mortal flesh.
    “So you will leave him be if I give you the chance to tempt me,” he said. His voice was rough.
    She came up onto her toes and brought her mouth close to his ear. “And how I shall tempt you,” she breathed, and nibbled.
    His hands came up and tore her dress in two. She laughed as he crushed her to him, his hands roving along the length of her bare back. She knew what game he played. He thought that if he dominated this encounter, he would stay in control of himself.
    So she let him twist her hair around his hand and pull her head back to bite at her throat, and she raked her sharp nails down his arms so that he felt he had to trap her wrists. Her entire body was a weapon, though; she rubbed herself against the steel of his erection and felt herself tighten in response.
    His own reaction was even more pronounced. He pulled her away from him and pinned her to the ground face-down, yanking her hips up so that she was on her knees. Then his finger was between her legs, hot and probing. She gasped and writhed. She left his entire hand slick.
    He knelt behind her and buried his cock inside her with one stroke. She moaned at the way he filled her, his hard body pressing against her buttocks and his breath on her nape. His hands came up from underneath her to cup her breasts. Wherever he touched her, her skin was wild fever. Whenever he pulled away from her, her mind went