He dropped his forehead to hers as he fought the urge to rip her pants off and fuck her against the wall. Because she was more than ready, and her kind didn’t break. He could go as hard and as long as he wanted.

Damn.

The images bombarding his thoughts almost derailed his focus, but he reined them back.

There would be no slow introduction to sex, however, he would have her consent first.

And he might make her beg a little, purely for fun. After he fucked her at least once first.

“As to when,” he continued, referring to her question regarding the Conclave, “it could be months or years. Unless you plan to cause problems in the city?”

Her throat bobbed as she tried to form words, but his thumb had found a spot she couldn’t ignore. He played her skillfully, creating waves of quivers that started at her pelvis and rolled through every limb.

She tried to tug her arms free, but he held them steady, refusing to give her an inch. A power play, one he needed to win her over. She thought she was the higher being based on birthright, but he would prove her wrong.

His mortal mother strengthened him more than she knew. It’s what grounded him and also granted him the power he claimed as his Ichorian gift. Hypnosis was very useful and close enough to compulsion that few realized the extent of his abilities.

Not that he wanted to use either talent on Caro now.

Fucking her into oblivion would be so much sweeter with proper consent.

“What do you say, angel?” he whispered, his lips brushing hers. “I’ll give you the information you need in exchange for a night in my bed. Does that sound practical enough to you?”

3

Knives or Clothes

Caro shouldn’t agree.

Surely Osiris visited the Arcadia more than Sethios implied.

Although, his comment regarding why the High Council sent her tonight was accurate. They had instructed her to wait until the Conclave finished, then approach her quarry.

But Sethios found her first.

And now he was touching her in enlightening ways.

She shivered beneath his devilish ministrations. The sensation he evoked baffled her. Both hot and cold, underlined in desperation. She didn’t understand it but felt compelled to learn more.

Surely she could handle one night. And if she distracted him enough, he might give up the information early, thus allowing her to kill him. Her superiors would approve of his removal from this plane and would likely be thankful for her efforts.

He did something to her feminine parts that caused her stomach to tighten in the most delightful way.

What is this black magic?

Seraphim were not supposed to feel, but she certainly felt that.

During her one and only time coupling with a male, she merely lay there for the few minutes it took Adriel to finish his duty. There were no sounds or words, just an uncomfortable required mating to create a progeny. If only technology worked on Seraphim as it did on humans. Alas, fate worked her magic in mysterious ways.