The Demon is an Angel

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An Excerpt From: THE DEMON IS AN ANGEL

Copyright ? LISSA MATTHEWS, 2009

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.

The fire raged out of control. Angel stood off to the
side, blending into the gathered crowd, and admired her handiwork. The damn
man hadn?t been worth her damn time. He had been nothing but a waste of an
orgasm. She should have known better. She should always know better, and
wondered when it was going to sink in finally that there was no human who
could satisfy her needs and cravings. If her brother hadn?t forbidden every
male demon from mating with her, she wouldn?t have to settle for
less-than-stellar encounters. This human?s life was certainly going to look
a little bleaker when he came home and found his house reduced to a pile of
ashes, his bank account empty, and his boat sailing off to destinations
unknown with a couple of women, looking to escape bastards like him, at the
helm. She sighed. It really sucked that she couldn?t kill the ones who made
her miserable, like her brother and the other demons could. Without that
quality, she could only torture them, tempt them to destruction, and
destroy or relocate their most prized possessions.

Men were such a pain in the ass, and not the good,
pleasurable kind either. The women she?d come across hadn?t been much
better, but then who could blame them? She?d enjoyed both men and women as
lovers but it was all always empty in the end. They always wanted more,
wanted things, wanted material things that didn?t matter, and she hated
them for it. They were full of greed, always coveting what someone else
had.

Demons were wasted on them, honestly. Humans could and
did and would continue to destroy themselves without any outward help.

But as long as the demons were around, and since she was
part demon, she?d help. She loved being bad, demonic, full of fire. She
knew the dangers of drowning the angel inside. She couldn?t seem to help it
though, couldn?t seem to give a shit. She wasn?t going to find what she
wanted, what she craved with a human, a fact she?d long ago accepted, so
what other choice did she have?

She turned away and crossed the street. Jumping in her
little black car, she sped off with the radio blaring, passing the fire
engines on their way to what?s-his-name?s house.

Her cell vibrated against her hip and she had the
fleeting thought that if she?d placed it in her pocket, she might be having
a pleasant thrill right about then. Damn hindsight and all. She would have
to remember that.

Taking it out and seeing her brother?s number on the
screen, she debated answering and finally decided against it. He knew what
she?d done just as he always did, and she just didn?t want to hear it.

You?re killing
him.

It was true too. Every time she blew something up, lost
her temper and started a firestorm, or just instigated general mayhem, he
knew and called to admonish her, to remind her? She didn?t need reminding. Riko had drilled it into her all her life. She was the
one who could bring balance and she was tired of hearing about it. The
demons would find another way to survive. They would have to.

As she pulled into her driveway, she could see the smoke
over the tops of the trees at the back of her house. It would be a while
before the good men of the fire department were able to put it out
completely, and she tried not to think about what one of them or all them
would look like naked afterward, showering away the soot and ash and sweat.
Should she chance a stop by the station house to offer her services? The
wicked thought made her grin.

?That your handiwork??

Angel spun her head around at the voice. A man, a very
average-looking man, was walking up her driveway. She looked him up and
down with blatant hunger, mirroring the same look in his bright blue eyes.
He was a walking cream dream in hip-hugging threadbare jeans and a T-shirt
that outlined every muscle in his upper body. Okay, well, maybe not quite
so average after all. He certainly made her panties wet. She flung the car
door open and stepped out, slamming it shut, irritated that she was horny. Again.
?Yes. How did you know??

?Your brother.?

?My brother sent you? Why? Who are you??

?Honestly? He wants me to fuck you, tame you and, get
this?love you. And the name is Delan.?

Angel laughed out loud and in his face. Tame her? Love
her? Was he serious? The fuck-her part she was good with, very, very good
with. ?Riko said all that??

?Yes.? He took a step toward her. ?Interested?? The last
word, spoken softly, almost with a growl, had Angel feeling it right
between her legs.

Yes. Oh hell yes!
We are interested. Tell him we?re interested. ?No. I?m not.? She turned
on her heel, flipping long, dark red waves over her shoulder, sure to catch
him in the face with the black-tipped ends, and started to walk away. His
hand gripped some of the strands in a fist, stopping
her flight and pulling her forcefully back against the solid wall of his
chest. The hard cock pressed against her own denim-covered ass filled her
with images of bending forward to take him in each hole.

On the one hand, she was outraged at his audacity to
manhandle her like that. On the other hand, she wanted him inside her,
leaning up against her car, not caring one bit if the neighbors watched or
the paint got scratched.

Besides, her brother had gone to all the trouble to send
him, she might as well take him for a test drive.

His lips were against her ear, rasping along the edges.
?I wasn?t done talking to you.?

Two could play this game. Angel rubbed herself against
him like a cat in heat. ?Why do we need to talk? That?s not what you were
sent here for.?

The fist loosened and his hand slid around the back of
her neck to her throat, then up, until one finger slid between her willing,
open lips. ?No, you?re right, it wasn?t. Let?s go. Unless you?d rather do
it out here in the driveway.?

She sucked on the salty digit in her mouth and bit down
hard, harder, and not once did he flinch or try to pull back. Pushing his
finger out with the tip of her tongue, she moved away from him and walked
up to her front door with him right behind her, his shirt coming off before
they even got inside.

Her shirt followed suit, over her head and onto the
floor. His hands were on her bra, pulling the cups down under her breasts.
?Oh yeah, just like that,? he grunted.

He tweaked her nipples, giving a hard tug before going
to work on both their jeans. One hand on hers and one hand on his, the
buttons were released and the zippers down. His mouth latched onto the
tender skin between her neck and shoulder while he helped her out of her
pants.

?Not in a hurry, are you?? The words were moaned as his
lips traveled down her chest to latch onto a nipple, biting it much as she
had bitten his finger.

Lifting his head, he winked and grinned. ?In a very big
damn hurry, actually.?

She watched as he shucked his own jeans and stood naked,
his cock hard and thick, long by the average human standards. ?That looks
painful,? she said, reaching out to wrap her fist around the shaft, and was
rewarded with an incoherent string of curses that made even her blush.

?It is,? he hissed.

?Then let?s see if we can take care of it.?