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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] growing erection and began licking at his throat. Come on, Logan. I know you want me. He couldn t deny it. Everything about his little mate turned him on his soft skin, the way he moved, and his perfectly heart-shaped ass. Above all, he loved the way his mate tasted. Logan wrapped his 114 Gabrielle Evans arms around Keeton, and crushed their mouths together, running his tongue over Keeton s lips, begging to taste the warm sweetness inside. Keeton moaned, and Logan forced his tongue through the parted lips. And froze. He tasted nothing. Logan inhaled deeply, looking for the strawberries and sugarcane scent of his mate, and again, finding nothing. He suddenly recalled Blaise s warning that Arsidian Demons could take on any form. Keeton could be a bit flamboyant, but he didn t act like a skank. Logan should have realized something was wrong immediately, but he d let his dick do his thinking, and now he was fucked. He shoved roughly at the Keeton impostor and snarled. The smile on the fake Keeton s lips turned malicious, evil, and Logan hoped he never saw it on his angel s face again. Then the body in front of him began to vibrate so quickly it became nothing more than a blurry shadow. When the shaking stopped, Mariah stood before him with her hands on her hips, wearing only the bikini briefs, her breasts fully exposed. She hissed at him. You will be mine, Moonlighter. Make no mistake. Never, Logan spat. I seek retribution, and you will help me claim it. Then she threw her head back on her shoulders and let out an ungodly shriek. It sounded like nothing Logan had ever heard before, and it scared the shit out of him. He watched as her skin began to turn that sickly gray color and her pupils bled out to bathe her eyes in onyx. Oh, shit. Logan inched his way to the corner of the building, his eyes never leaving Mariah s screaming figure. Before he could take his second step, her head snapped up and her intense gaze bore into him. She opened her mouth, showing off her By the Light of the Moon 115 razor-sharp teeth, and licked her purple lips. Yum, she rasped. The sound of her voice left Logan feeling cold down to his soul. Logan! Where are you? Logan! Mariah s focus whipped to the mouth of the alley, and she grinned wickedly. Logan s heart seized, and terror clogged his airway. Not Keeton! He launched himself at the demon, not daring to take the time to shift. Logan was quick, but Mariah was quicker. Her fingers elongated, resembling twigs from some twisted old tree, straight out of a horror movie. Her fingernails lengthened into four-inch claws, and she swiped at Logan as he dove toward her. Mariah s talons slashed across Logan s chest from shoulder to shoulder, the claw from her forefinger slicing across the side of his throat. She snarled at him before turning and sprinting down the alley. Logan fell to his knees, his hand clutched over the bleeding wound on his neck. The pain was intense. He felt like his chest was on fire, and his wounds continued to bleed freely. Panting and groaning, he struggled against the sickening heat that threatened to drag him under. It took only seconds for him to realize that he fought a losing battle. * * * * Keeton stood on the sidewalk in front of the club, hands on his hips, looking one way and then the other along the street. Talon told him that Logan had gone outside to get some air. Where the hell was he? Sharp, excruciating pain hit Keeton in the chest, causing him to stumble backward. He clutched at his chest, wheezing breathlessly, as the pain tore through him. Logan. A soft groan from the side of the building drew Keeton s 116 Gabrielle Evans attention. He shuffled toward the corner of the club, and sniffed the air, using his newfound abilities to search out his wayward mate. His olfactory senses weren t nearly as developed as the rest of the pack, and he still had a hard time sorting out different smells, but he d know Logan s scent anywhere. It hit him with such force that he gasped. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |