Lana is a gifted healer. Her job is to treat angels who have been hurt by rogue Ahkran. Although awed by the winged race, only one angel unsettles her in ways too deliciously wicked for her own good. Julien. Muscle-ripped and fearsome, the chief enforcer is hardly angelic…could be her undoing if she succumbs to the unexpected interest he’s taken in her. Called to treat his injury one night, Lana is determined to control her desire for him, do her job and leave. His proposition, however, stops her in her tracks.
Julien normally doesn’t bed humans, yet the lovely healer tempts him beyond control. Surely, three nights with her in his bed are enough to quench his desire…
Publisher’s note: This title was previously published under the pen name Evie Balos. The story has since been re-edited and extended.
He stepped behind her and curved his palms to her waist. “Or is it angels that you desire?”
His body’s heat permeated her dress, her skin. Lust coiled low in her belly and pooled in her sex. She pressed her thighs together, afraid her arousal would seep through her panties.
“Angels fascinate me.” She silently cursed the tiny shake in her voice.
A soft chuckle. “You didn’t answer my question.”
She licked the sudden dryness from her lips. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to your race.”
His breath fanned the top of her head, giving her delicious goose bumps. “Look around. Which one do you fancy?”
The room was full of good-looking angels, yet none caught her eye, which spiked her vexation. She eased out of his hold and turned to face him. “Why are you doing this? Is it some kind of test?”
“All new members are tested, Lana. You haven’t fully earned our trust, yet.”
A quick, angry swell of pride rose inside her as her gaze locked onto his. “I’m an instructor at the NYSA and I’ve treated four angels to date. Obviously, I’ve earned someone’s trust.”
A blue-black flame flickered in his eyes for a moment.
Anger? No. Danger? At the very least. Whatever the emotion it licked at her skin like a silk flame.
He inclined his dark head. “I didn’t mean to offend. You’re a gifted healer.” A muscle flexed in his jaw and his gaze shifted to focus on something in the distance behind her for several seconds.
Lana was about to turn around to see what had caught his attention but his fingers on her hair stopped her. He lifted the end of one lock and rubbed it between his fingers.
“I’m not testing you.”
Lana pulled her hair out of his grasp. “Then why these questions? What do you want?”
His blue gaze lowered to her mouth. “I’ll have what I want soon enough. Enjoy the party.” With that, he turned and walked away from her, leaving her staring at those magnificent wings. And terrified in a wickedly delicious way.
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