Fallen Angel Reclaimed: The Complete Series by Lacey Carter Andersen
21
Surcy teleportedherself and Daniel to a wooded area just outside of town. They planned to take the opposite direction from where Mark and Tristan took the woman and child. Daniel grasped her arm, holding her steady on legs that shook.
“I told you not to take us too far.” He sounded angry. “You need to rest. This was just supposed to be a distraction.”
“I’m fine,” she grated out.
He grasped her arm more tightly. “Come on. Let’s start walking. We want to be a distraction, not end up in a fight.”
When she stumbled over a root, he swore and suddenly she was in his arms.
She gasped. “Put me down! I can walk!”
“The hell you can!”
She smacked his chest. “I’m an angel, not an infant!”
To her surprise, he laughed.
“What?” she said, trying to sound annoyed, even though the impact of his laugh was anything but annoying.
“Nothing.” But there was a smile in his voice.
“Tell me,” she demanded.
After a moment, he spoke. “It’s just… when you get mad, it reminds me of the old Surcy.”
She didn’t know what to say. “Was I mad at you a lot?”
He laughed again, the sound deep. It rumbled from his chest in a way that was far too comforting. “I think you liked putting me in my place just as much as I liked you doing it.”
“Or maybe you just drove me crazy?” she teased.
His dark gaze swung to hers, and his expression gentled. For a second she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t look away. His eyes held so many emotions, so many unspoken words, that it was overwhelming.
Reaching up, she touched his face.
“Surcy, don’t." The words were wrenched out of him.
“Why?” she asked, needing to know.
“Because… I feel like I’m walking on a tightrope. Trying not to say too much. Trying not to do what I’m not allowed to. It’d take nothing at all to let go and take what I want, And I don’t think you can handle that. Not yet.
Fear made her drop her hand, and she didn’t imagine the disappointment in his face when she did. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she felt nothing but regret.
But why?
The last thing she needed was to make things between them even more complicated. So why do I want to complicate things? She told herself that it was because she wanted to feel human again. To experience things in a real way, like with the French toast. But deep inside she knew the truth. She was curious about the demons. She needed to know what made her give up everything for them.
And somehow I’m sure I could learn the truth in their arms.
She shivered as she sensed the angels in the sky above them. “They’re here.”
He nodded. “Good.”
They continued walking without speaking. Time stretched out in front of them but they didn't slow down. She imagined she was getting heavy in his arms, yet he never showed signs that she was.
“Where are we going?”
His grip tightened around her. “They’ll expect us to go right. There’s nothing this way except woods.”
“So, we’ll walk all night?”
“No. We’ll spend the night at the cabin.”
A cabin?A shiver went through her. All night?
“You’re cold,” he told her.
“A little,” she lied.
More time passed before he slowed and she opened her eyes to a tiny cabin tucked into a tangle of trees. He took the porch in two strides, and at the door, he set her down. She heard the jingle of keys and the sound of a lock turning. Inside the cabin, he closed and locked the door behind them. She felt strangely vulnerable when the heat of his body moved away. In the darkness, she stood frozen by the door, but listened as he moved about.
“Do you need help?”
“Better to let the demon who can see in the dark light the fire.”
She couldn’t argue with that. In an instant, sparks came to life in a tiny fireplace.
“I’d use my magic to bring fire,” he muttered. “But it’d also bring the damned angels.”
It took forever, but when the flames to grow enough to light the room in their orange light, Surcy felt a measure of relief.
The cabin was tiny, smaller than her room in their house. It had all the amenities crammed together: a small kitchen, a seating area in front of the fire, and a large bed in the back. She guessed that the door beside the bed led to a bathroom.
“This place is kind of homey,” she said, reaching out and touching the comfortable looking couch.
“You always loved this place.” Daniel stared at the fires, his expression distant.
She moved around the couch, coming closer to him. Drawn to him. Her hands ached to touch him again. To make him smile again. Or laugh. But she stopped short of touching him and sat down close to the fire.
As if he anticipated her needs, Daniel pulled a blanket from the couch and wrapped it around her. The warmth almost made her moan.
When she took a deep breath, it wasn’t just the scent of the wood burning that filled her nose, but the scents of the demons lingering on the blanket.
Why hadn’t I noticed their smell before?
They all smelled… masculine. Like sandalwood. And yet, she knew their scents weren’t identical. She was tempted to lean closer to Daniel, but made herself stay still.
“Do you think they’re all right?”
Daniel sighed. His arms rested on his knees, and his gaze had returned to the flames. “I hope so. But I don’t like sending them without me.”
“You should have woken me earlier. I would have gone.”
“Surcy,” his voice held a strange tension. “You’re not yourself. I don’t know what Caine did to you, but you need to rest, to eat, and to regain your strength.”
For some reason, she felt angry. “I’m not some fragile creature that the three of you have to protect.”
He looked at her, raising a brow. “We don’t have to do anything.”
Her heart thudded a little faster in her chest. “Next time just wake me.”
“You seem to be certain there will be a next time.”
She frowned and chewed her bottom lip. “Well, it sounds like this whole rescuing people thing is what we do.”
He stared at her.
“What?” she asked, annoyed.
“Nothing.”
“What?” She sat up straighter, waiting.
He shrugged. “I’m just wondering how long you’ll hang around us before your delicate angel sensibilities come into play. I’m thinking days, maybe weeks, and then you’ll find something a touch more refined to do to pass your time.”
She stood, dropping the blanket on the floor. “Why are you such an ass?”
He huffed. “I’m not an ass.”
“Yes, you are! I don’t have a memory. I’m trying to figure this out, and you’re acting like it was my choice to forget all of you.”
Like a graceful animal, he stood. Suddenly, she was aware of just how large he was. Too aware. He towered above her. Tristan might have been a giant of a man, but Daniel was easily a foot taller than her, and the muscles that tightened his body screamed power.
“You chose to return to Caine. All because you were stubborn. Because you wanted to see if there was even a shred of goodness in him. No matter how much we warned you. No matter how much we told you not to.” His voice rose with each word he spoke. “And then, you were just gone. Disappearing to a place we could never touch. Leaving us to wonder if you were dead, or being tortured to the point you wished you were.”
Surcy stepped back, more aware of him than ever. “That wasn’t—“
“Now you come back into our lives and just expect, what? What is it that you want, Surcy?”
She was shocked by his anger. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know!” he repeated, closing the distance between them, his eyes burning.
“No, I don’t!” She shoved at his chest, but failed to move him. “And I don’t think you do either!”
“Is that right?” he grated out.
“Yeah,” she challenged.
He moved closer. So close that when she exhaled her breasts touched his chest. “Well, unfortunately for you, I know exactly what I want.”
And then, he kissed her. His big hand wrapped around the back of her neck and held her in place while he devoured her as if there was nothing more he needed in life.
Her body awakened. She kissed him back, clinging to the front of his shirt, pressing herself against him as he controlled their kiss.
Their mouths battled for control, moving against each other as if they had done this a thousand times before. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and a shudder wracked her body. Her own tongue slid along his, and a deep groan slipped from his lips.
One of his hands grabbed her hip, drawing her against his erection. Instead of feeling panicked, heat uncoiled within her belly. Knowing she was turning him on made her breathless.
More.
She ached to touch more of him. To unbutton his shirt and stroke the hard muscles of his chest and the chiseled planes of his belly. To unzip his pants and pull his hard length free.
She needed to have him inside her. She ground against his erection, and was satisfied when he broke their kiss and swore.
His lips moved down her neck, leaving a hot trail of fire. She turned her head, giving him access to more of her throat. She was on fire, so hot she felt as if she was burning from the inside out.
Her inner-muscles clenched and she gasped, clasping the back of his neck as he tugged her sweater to one side to suck along her shoulder. Her nipples hardened into twin points as her breasts rubbed against his chest.
What would it feel like to have his hands on her breasts? Would he use those big hands of his to cup her? She imagined his thumbs brushing her nipples. And then, to her shock, she imagined his hot mouth closing over her eager nubs.
Her hips bucked against him and she knew they had crossed a barrier and wouldn't go back. Soon she would have this big, handsome demon inside her. And somehow, she knew she would have no regrets.
When his phone buzzed in his pocket, they both froze.
He raised his head and their gazes locked. Indecision warred within his eyes.
But he reached for his phone. Sliding the screen, he stared at the message.
“What is it?” she asked, out-of-breath.
He drew back from her, clearing his throat. “They’re in trouble.”
