Angel Bait (Angel Assassins #1) by Tricia Skinner Read Free Book Online

reply slithered from his lips. The woman yelped before his palm covered her mouth.
    Saul gave him a point for menace.
    The vampire’s flabby gut crushed her against the car. Veronica struggled in Razor’s hold, desperation painting her face scarlet. Saul ticked another point in his thug’s favor. He viewed the two like a voyeur from his shadowed nook.
    Veronica clawed and punched at her attacker. Saul’s gums throbbed. Vampires preferred a struggling victim.
    “I can smell your heat, baby,” Razor said, his tone ringed with excitement. “I can taste you on the air.”
    The thug trailed his bulbous nose down the woman’s neckline to her heaving chest. Her coat had opened, treating Saul to an unobstructed view of sweater-covered breasts. Razor wasn’t lying. Saul drew in the scent — her oxygenated blood, spiced with fear.
    Delicious.
    His hunger churned his organs like grain in a hand mill. Saul wanted her. He glanced across the parking lot. The location, isolated. No indication the second car’s owner would pop up. Veronica’s fighting scent drugged him. She’d resist. He’d punish her. They could play rough for days.
    And the Renegade didn’t know she existed. Saul could drain her, dump the body, and start another search. His second row of fangs tore his gums.
    Tempting, tempting.
    He slammed a vice onto his rebellious thoughts. Sex and a meal couldn’t trump his true desire. He had a deal with the angel and goals of his own.
    Razor’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “You want a piece. I can see it in your eyes. We can share.”
    “What are you offering?” Saul emerged from his hiding place.
    “I get to do her first.” Razor thrust his thigh between the woman’s legs then passed a lecher’s eye over him. “I’ll do you, too, if you want to make this interesting.”
    The woman shrank away. Saul ignored her to smooth his gloveless hand down Razor’s back.
    The thug closed his eyes. “Ah yeah. Let’s do this.”
    Saul thrust his arm forward, smashing through Razor’s back with his clawed fingers. Razor coughed and a black blood mist punctured the air. Droplets showered the woman’s pale, upturned face. The mist settled onto her flawless skin like a stain.
    “I’ll be having a talk with my recruiter,” Saul said. “Dregs like you are unacceptable.”
    Razor’s plump hand fumbled to the spot below his ribcage. He gawked when his fingers slid into the hole that hadn’t been there a minute ago. He sputtered.
    Veronica fainted. Saul caught her slight weight in his arms and dragged her away. Razor’s body crumpled to the ground, the lifeless eyes tracking nothing.

CHAPTER FIVE
    “You have brothers?”
    Jarrid needed air. Open space. A target he could shoot. Ionie’s dark beauty was distracting, and that never happened to him. Ever. Human women were trouble, as a legion of angels once discovered. Yet something about this one filled him with curiosity. Open minded, intelligent, and feisty. All good traits. She wouldn’t be forced to do a damn thing she didn’t want to do.
    Then there was the burst of arousal he’d scented a moment ago. She was attracted to him. Her unique spice struck him like a kick to the chest. She smelled like a banquet of delicacies to a starving man. Ripe fruit, sweet juices, warm, soft … .
    A swift heat suffused his body, surprising him. Jarrid took a cautious step away from Ionie, expecting a delayed return of the Act of Contrition. He saw the hurt on her face, and for a second, he wanted to hold her against him and replace her doubts with his lips.
    What. The. Fuck?
    “Jarrid?”
    “I’ll introduce you to the Order.” His words were forced, like they’d been sucked from his voice box with a plunger.
    Outside. Now.
    He burst out the front doors and jogged across the parking lot to his truck before Ionie could ask any more questions. He climbed in and watched her struggle to haul herself into the front seat.
    “You may be big, but little people like me could