Black Dawn by Rose Wulf Read Free Book Online Page A

back
to the bed. He could sense Izzy was already stirring.
    He knelt by the bed and brushed some red wisps from her
face, whispering, “Time to get up.”
    Izzy groaned and stretched, flopping onto her back and
arching in the process. The comforter barley covered her rosy nipples and his
dick throbbed. But this time he fought the urge and instead held his position,
waiting for her to wake up fully.
    “Darr? What is it?” Her voice was sleepy, but he could tell
her memory was functioning by the adorable pink flush on her cheeks. She rolled
back onto her side, facing him, and tugged the comforter up just a bit.
    “Your friends wanted to know if you were planning on
joining them for dinner,” he replied. Jerking a thumb to the door, he added,
“They’re outside.”
    Her eyes went wide and her head snapped toward the lone
digital clock beside Letty’s bed. “Oh my God!” She scrambled up, not pausing
until she noticed her clothes beside her. Looking back to him, she asked,
“What’re these doing here?”
    He couldn’t stop the grin. “I didn’t think you wanted your
friends to know what we did this afternoon. If I was wrong, I’m happy to
correct that.” There were all sorts of fun ways he could make her friends
squirm, really. Not that he disliked them, he just didn’t feel like sharing
Izzy’s company at the moment. Not now that he’d gotten such a good taste of
her.
    Lifting the top to her swimsuit, Izzy chucked it at his
head. “You will do no such thing!” She scrambled from the bed, shirt and shorts
in one hand, and moved toward her borrowed dresser.
    Darr lifted the swim top and grinned. “Thanks for the
memento.”
    Izzy paused, fresh pair of panties in hand, and looked back
at him. And then she groaned. “Wow, I never pegged you for being such a guy .”
    As she rushed through dressing for a public appearance Darr
stood. “You thought I was what, then? A robot?”
    “No, of course not,” Izzy replied as she zipped up her shorts.
“I just … I don’t know, I didn’t figure you were the trophy type.”
    Darr stepped into her space and spun her around before she
could tug her shirt over her head. With a hand at the small of her back and
another tangled in her hair he pulled her close and, their noses touching, he
said, “In case you’ve forgotten, Izzy, I am a demon. I may know how to play civilized, but I’m a violent ass at heart.”
    The smile she offered him destroyed his argument easier
than a sword might destroy wet paper. “Sure you are, Mr. Bad-Ass.” She pressed
her lips to his and slipped from his grip. “But you’re lying to one of us I’m
afraid.”
    He snorted and tossed her swimsuit top to the bed. “Sure I
am. You know I’ll be trailing you tonight.”
    “You trail me every night,” Izzy returned, tearing a quick
brush through her hair. It made the usual god-awful ripping sound and he
cringed as she winced.
    “Slower,” he instructed on reflex, moving up behind her.
    “Kinda in a hurry,” Izzy returned. One more horrid rip
later she set the brush back down and grinned up at him. “Besides, I’m done.
Now remember, Britt wants you out of her line of sight.”
    With an incline of his head, Darr replied, “I remember.” He
pressed a kiss to the top of her head and stepped into a late-afternoon shadow
obligingly.
    ****
    Izzy tossed the blankets aside as she startled awake
sometime that night. Her heart was still racing wildly in her chest and she
rested a hand over it as if the motion would settle her pulse. Or her
breathing.
    Darr…
    He was often the focus of her dreams, it was true, but this
one had been different. In this one she’d been blatantly manipulating his tie
to her to keep him in her bed. And it wasn’t until they’d gotten in a nasty
fight and he’d declared that he wished she would just kill herself then, that
Izzy had finally been jarred awake. What
does that mean?
    Earlier that very day, after years of silently yearning for
him, they’d