Free Devils Among Us by Mandy M. Roth Page A

stopping just below her breasts. She dragged the coin down her stomach to her mound, rubbing it over her lace-covered sex. Growing bold, she eased her panties to the side, scraping the coin past her shaved pussy. Cream dripped from her and she dipped a finger through it, smearing it on the coin before bringing the object back to her lips. She licked her finger and the coin casually, tasting herself.
    There was no doubt in her mind that she still had an audience. She went on, pinching her nipples, positive for a split second that energy began to creep slowly up her legs. The power made it to her cunt and parted her slit, easing the ache.
    Hannah ground her hips against the nothingness, moaning as she kneaded her breasts, tugging at them. The air around her grew heavy, oppressive, and her mind fogged. Something blurry appeared over her and she closed her eyes as pleasure like she’d never known consumed her. Hands. Real, flesh-and-blood hands touched her, taking over where she’d left off with her nipples. She squirmed, the aching deep within growing to epic proportions.
    “Please,” she whispered, already knowing he was there with her. It was tempting to peek to see who her mystery man was, but she didn’t dare. The feeling might go as quickly as he did.
    Hannah was conditioned to expect the unexpected, to accept the unexplainable and to trust in her gut feelings. Questioning everything she’d learned through the course of her life wasn’t something that was likely to happen.
    Trust in him , her inner voice stated with ease.
    She did.
    She opened her legs to his touch, squeezing her eyes shut tighter in the process.
    He whispered to her in a language she didn’t understand. Whatever he said sounded beautiful and was so soft, the whisper was more in her mind than in the air around her. Cool lips pressed against her warm ones and Hannah silently begged for more.
    The kiss ended and the lips found her ear. “All in due time, my light .”
    Her eyes snapped open, but no one was there.
    Had there ever truly been someone near her or had her mind finally broke, giving in to the stress of her life? Something fluttered to the floor and she bent. There, lying on the hardwood floor, was a coin, devil side faceup.

Chapter Two
    “Y ou watch her from afar too often, Keane. Your obsession with the female troubles the others. They talk of you being weak. Softening in your old age.”
    Keane stiffened at the sound of his brother’s voice. The truths Janco spewed forth weren’t what Keane wanted to hear. He’d already struggled with the knowledge a mortal had somehow wormed her way into his existence, making him think of little but her. He didn’t need a late-night visitor bearing harsh reminders of his weaknesses. Of his inability to pull himself from the thrall of a woman he did not truly know—a human woman at that. It was even worse that he was blood kin to the visitor who told such hard truths. Keane could kill a stranger. A family member was something all together different. He had to show restraint.
    Damn family.
    “I am not obsessed with a human,” he stressed, the lie rolling easily enough off his tongue. “Nor have I ever been.”
    It was a blatant falsehood and he knew it. Hell, everyone knew it. There was no question why his brother had come to speak with him while he watched the woman among her own kind. Janco wasn’t one who enjoyed slumming among humans. When he did, it was normally in only the finest of restaurants, or perhaps a well-known show, but never in a public park, as was the case now. Occasionally, Janco could also be found in the bed of a mortal.
    Humans were a necessary evil. His kind needed them to survive yet despised them for their fragility and ignorance, but most of all, for the fact they had souls.
    Jealousy, no matter how it’s masked, was the same in the end. Humans had something Keane and his brothers never would—a soul—a ticket to redemption.
    Keane had joined in on many of Janco’s