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A Thirst to Die For (Razor's Edge)

Author(s): J. Hali Steele

Book Summary Omen's, the club where monsters people thought only lived in nightmares come out to play. Many humans brave enough to cross the threshold never leave...

Nolan, at war with one of Satan's sons, has absolute control of his surroundings and his life. He doesn't have time to play. But when the woman enters his domain smelling of pure joy and goodness, he decides to make some time.

But when Nolan gives life to Amanda's carnal fantasies, his own life changes. Hell is coming to pay him a visit, and he's about to lose control.

A Thirst To Die For
J. Hali Steele
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Copyright ©2012 J. Hali Steele<

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Christ, Noland hated when death crossed his doorstep.

The sulfuric stench of fire and brimstone assaulted his nostrils as soon as he entered Omen's. Smelled worse than hell itself. The destruction left in the wake of the devil's eldest son, Bane, rivaled the putrid scent of burning flesh and fur.

Monique's sobs grew louder.

"Peris, shut her the fuck up."

Reading the woman's mind, Nolan pieced together what had transpired. Shit. "Bane is banned from coming above."

Chairs scraped against the floor, and tables banged loudly as they were turned right side up by Guyer, one of the toughest gargoyles alive, who helped watch over the club in Nolan's absence. Most creatures cut a wide berth around the giant bastard.

Anger flashed from Guy's golden eyes as he pushed a barstool in Nolan's direction. "Tell Bane that next time you see him."

Killing any of the Devil's children was out of the question, but Nolan could make them wish they were dead. He hated returning from Slayer duties to find chaos. Fatigue wrapped around him like a shroud and all he wanted to do was rest, have his cock sucked, and fuck somebody's brains out. "I'll handle it."

Nolan swept his arms in a circular motion, creating a gaping black hole in the floor. Battered and bloody bodies, along with the lingering stench, were swiftly sucked into a violent vortex that led to the Devil's doorstep.

I'm coming, Bane. Dark powers garnered long ago from Satan allowed Nolan to send his words laced in the debris straight to Hell. If there was even a drop of Bane's sweat mixed with the ash hurtling headlong into the bowels of earth, it would search the motherfucker out. The words would reach his ears wrapped in shiny black shards of ice. Being a cold bastard had its perks.

"Luckily, he hates shifters more than gargoyles." Guy flipped another table upright.

Air whistled from Nolan's mouth as he sat on the stool. His long, cold fingers began their incessant drumming on the bar. A bad habit he couldn't rid himself of, and a telltale sign Nolan was anxious.

Watching Peris comfort Moni, Nolan suddenly understood. Anger, hatred, death -- they all made Satan and his offspring fuck-happy. The youngster's horns hadn't receded. His tail swished back and forth, banging first the bar, then the counter. His engorged purple headed dick nudged at Moni's belly. Soon she'd be flat on her back taking that cock in her pussy.

Would he ever have what they shared? Nolan could fuck anybody, or be fucked by anybody, especially if he set his mind, and theirs, to it. What was missing? Since the day Moni had entered Omen's, he'd thirsted for something more. And it wasn't blood.

Christ, I'm becoming maudlin.

Glancing around the club, he noted his choices were slim. The supernaturals had vanished or scurried out the back door the minute they got a whiff of Bane. Unfortunately, everything had gone bad well before most human customers arrived on the premises. Bane would have thought twice before raising Daddy's ire.

Nolan's dick twitched and pressed against the seam of his perfectly fitting trousers. He didn't feel like cock tonight. He wanted soft female lips, and a tight, wet pussy to slip his tongue into. Shaking himself, he regained control over his mind and his body. Maybe there was still time to distract the couple before their addictive pheromones attacked everyone.

It must have been Moni's friend, Iris, Bane had come for -- the one who'd told her about Omen's. Evidently she'd conquered her fear, and paid Moni a visit. Nolan didn't think he'd ever met the woman.

"Who did this?" He didn't object to playing with humans, but cleansing the memories of their adventure in Omen's was imperative.

"Uhh, it was Bane." Peris's words were barely audible.

Nolan glared at him. "What?" The air vibrated.

Moni had come to Omen's to fulfill a fantasy, and she'd stayed. She'd absorbed some of her lover's energy, and there was going to be hell to pay. Her anger would turn to pure lust, serving only to stoke Peris's fires more.

Nolan felt it again -- the urge to be fucked or fuck someone. His eyes flashed back to the pair behind the bar. Wetting his lips, he remembered how hot Moni's mouth had been when, not too long ago, she'd wrapped it around his dick, sucked him until he came, and then did Peris. She was a true cocksucker, and she had the tightest asshole.

Damn the devil's blood. With this much sexual energy combined with Satan's spawn, gargoyles, and a vampire, things could get out of hand very quickly.

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ISBN (Print):
ISBN (Electronic): 05616-01799
Genre: Erotic Romance
Date Published: 03/07/2013
Publisher: Changeling Press

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