She tasted sweet, like a sugary candy he’d had once from a small shop outside of Paris. Addictive.
He’d told her his real name.
Why the hell had he done that? Maccus was the name he used on his human identification, which was so necessary these days. For some reason, when he’d created
this particular identity, he’d used his real name. And he never told anyone his real name. Sure, Gabriel and the other angels knew it. So did Lucifer.
Last name Fury—chosen because it suited him. For so long, his fury had been all that had kept him alive.
Among demons, paranormals, and a select group of humans, he was known as the Hunter. A name that was feared.
Hunter was an assassin for hire. There was a slight risk she would recognize his name, realize who he was, and run. Then he’d have to chase her. That would only waste time.
She yanked her head back. “What the hell are you doing?” The muzzle of her gun pressed against his stomach.
Would she shoot him? It was worth the risk.
He dipped his head back down for another taste of her. Lust surged through his veins. Excitement warred with caution. He was tasting life. That’s what he was doing.
Her weapon slid away from his midsection, and she gripped his jacket with her free hand. A groan escaped her throat.
Touch was something he avoided at all costs. But he’d do damn near anything to stroke every inch of Morrigan, to have her hands on his body.
She’d bewitched him with her strength and courage, her calm nature, and her long, lean body.
Cupping the back of her head with one of his hands, he held her steady as he mapped out the shape and texture of her lips. They were soft and warm, everything it seemed the woman herself wasn’t. She was a warrior, a fighter, a survivor. She had to be in order to be one of Hell’s bounty hunters.
That gave him pause. This wasn’t smart. And he’d stayed alive all these millennia by being intelligent.
He started to withdraw when she flicked her tongue over his bottom lip. His balls clenched hard, and his fingers tightened around her skull, forcing him to gentle his grip. If he wasn’t careful, he’d crush her.
When she parted her lips on a gasp, he slipped his tongue inside, tasting the sweet warmth of her mouth. She thrust her tongue against his, stroking and challenging.
He tore his mouth from hers and stared down at her. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, and she was panting hard. The sirens from the police and rescue vehicles were getting closer.
“We need to leave.”
Her eyes snapped open, and the flushed, passionate woman disappeared in a blink, replaced by the hardened bounty hunter. Which was the real woman? Neither? Both?
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Fury Unleashed (Forgotten Brotherhood Book 1) by N.J. Walters
Maccus Fury, a fallen angel, is trying hard to keep his sanity. Seems being an assassin might be catching up with him. Now, Heaven, or Hell, has sent a beautiful assassin to kill him. Lovely. She’s pretending to seduce him, and he’s okay with that. She’s smart and snarky—but she has no idea what she’s walked into. And he’s more than peeved that they only sent one person. They’re going to need an army if they want him dead.
Morrigan Quill is one of Hell’s bounty hunters. She sold her soul to keep her sister safe, and now she’s working off her contract by catching bad guys and dragging them back to hell. When Lucifer makes her a new offer––that’s definitely too good to be true—she can’t say no. All she has to do is kill a powerful and crazy-hot fallen angel, who will totally kick her ass in battle.
Good thing he won’t see what’s coming next.