Free Kela's Guardian by B.J. McCall

his neck.
    His eyes were fiery, a slight red ring around his silver irises, or was she just imagining the color? She expected him to thrust inside her, but his gaze was locked on her face.
    “Sweet heaven, I love fucking you.”
    Then he thrust, going so deep Kela’s insides trembled.
    “Bless the stars, you’re tight.”
    Kela sucked in a breath. “Maybe you’re just big.”
    He rocked his hips, filling her again and again. A few delicious strokes and Kela hung on the precipice of climax. The next stroke had her teetering on the knife’s edge.
    His arms were steely, the muscles tensed. His fingers dug into her thighs, then he thrust deep, taking her to the stars and beyond.
    She convulsed, coming with such intensity she bit her lip.
    His hips stilled and for several potent moments they clung to one another.
    Kela raised her head and opened her eyes. He was staring at her.
    “Maybe you’re just perfect,” she said, licking the blood off her lower lip. “Or your cock is as magical as your sword.”
    “No magic,” he said, slanting his head. “Just you.”
    Kela’s pulse jumped for joy, then his lips swooped down on hers and she was lost in his sweet kiss. By the time the kiss ended Kela’s heart thundered with love.
    As they pulled up their jeans, Kela grappled with the emotion of love. She believed she’d experienced love, but what she’d had with Roland was nothing like this spiritual and emotional bond with Ansara.
    Falling for a demon hunter who came from the far reaches of the universe didn’t make a lick of sense. But Kela’s logical, well-organized world of work, her dream of a happy suburban life had imploded and now the only real thing was this amazing warrior with extraordinary eyes giving her a taste of heaven.
    Ansara touched her on a plane of emotion she’d never sensed before and would unlikely feel again.
    Once the hunt for Vakkar was over, he’d leave and her life was going to be uninspiring. And the sex? How do you accept the ordinary once you’ve experienced the extraordinary?
    Ansara touched his forefinger to her chin. “Are you okay?”
    “Yeah.”
    His gaze narrowed. “Maybe I should drive?”
    Kela nodded and climbed into the passenger seat.
    Ansara opened the back door and changed from his jeans and shirt into the vest and pants he’d worn last night. Was it possible they’d met less than twenty-four hours ago?
    He dissolved the mist and climbed into the driver’s seat. “Let’s find Vakkar.” He started the car and backed out. “When you told me about Roland, you mentioned a club?”
    “The Devil’s Warehouse.”
    He drove down the ramp and headed for the street. “We’ll start there.”
    Kela gave him directions. As he pulled into traffic Kela glanced up and down the street. Cars moved in routine patterns and a few pedestrians strolled along the sidewalk. Everything looked normal, but Kela felt a strange urgency building inside her.
    “If Vakkar isn’t using Karr’s body, how will you find him?”
    “I can sense Vakkar’s presence and he can sense mine. He failed to corrupt you and obtain the cross. He knows I’m here and a fight to the death is coming. If he wins, he’ll come after the cross. He’ll kill you to get it. He can’t use its power, but he wants it for a victory trophy. He’ll come after you and he’ll be occupying another human body.”
    The club was only a mile away. The closer they got, the more Kela worried.
    “He won’t succeed,” she said. “He can’t.”
    “I fight demons. I’m good at it, but I can’t guarantee the outcome of a confrontation with a skilled demon like Vakkar. He’s old and he’s crafty. If I fail, another guardian will come to protect you.”
    A shiver ran down Kela’s back. Ansara possessed so much magical power she never considered Vakkar might kill him. She didn’t want to lose him. She didn’t want another guardian.
    “Tell me how to help you. I’ll do anything. Let me approach Vakkar. The cross will