Hell's Phoenix by Gracen Miller Read Free Book Online

and Micah. She glared at her husband’s smug expression and shoved him in the chest. He offered up a miniscule grunt.
    Micah and Pandora laughed in unison. You’re so out of control, hot for Nix, and hot for your husband’s blood. Let one fuck you while the other feeds you and together we’ll rule the world .
    “Having trouble controlling our friend, kitten?”
    “Not for long.” She glared at Micah and said to Pandora, I do not desire to rule the world. Madison slammed hard restraints around the entity to control her. Pandora struggled, but for the time being Madison claimed control.
    Unfortunately, the Sherlocks grew vocal and bold.
    “When this is over, Nix, you’re a dead man.”
    “Monster.”
    “We’ll hunt you down like the fucking Hell-spawn you’ve become.”
    “Kill the goddamn Wescott bitch along with you.”
    Nix’s stare hardened on Madison’s upturned face. Without looking toward the hunters, a burst of golden light exited his fingertip and silenced one of the Sherlocks.
    “No!” She scrambled away from Micah, grabbed Nix’s wrist and jerked it downward as he fired another round. Pain struck her thigh and her mouth fell open in a silent gasp.
    He shot me with his weird mojo!
    Didn’t expect that , Pandora remarked.
    Their gazes connected, shock igniting his expression, but at least he’d ceased shooting the hunters.
    Objective neutralized. For now.
    “Fuck, Mads!” Nix grabbed her and lowered her to the floor.
    Alessa punched Nix in the shoulder and scrambled to kneel beside Madison. “What the hell’s gotten into you, Nix? I swear, I agree with these Sherlocks, we should skin your ass for your bad behavior.”
    Bad behavior? Seriously? A chuckle rippled upward and died as soon as it caused her to jerk and reminded her of the wound in her leg.
    “You’ll heal her promptly,” Micah growled, shifting back into his human persona as he offered his legs as a pillow for her head. She’d have pushed him away if she could’ve managed to contort her body to that angle.
    Madison gaped at the blood darkening her jeans and spreading down her thigh. “That hurts way worse than I thought being shot would.”
    “I need to get your pants off, Mads, to heal you.” Nix fingers went to the snap of her jeans.
    She knocked his hands away. “You’ll heal the others first.”
    “He shot the main artery in your thigh, Madison. You’ll bleed out before he finishes with them.” Micah compressed his lips together and spoke as if he ground his teeth together. “I’ve lost you twice. I will not lose you again.”
    “Death would at least grant me freedom from you !”
    Micah’s mouth flattened in displeasure. “Phoenix, I would ask you to do as she requests.”
    “God damn it, Mads, I swear I’ll heal them immediately after I take care of you.”
    Madison glared at Nix. “ E kawoja ciok tauqelv.” I refuse your healing . Nix spewed curses in Xapil. “Impressive, you’ve learned how to curse in demon.”
    Nix scowled. “Stubborn.”
    Madison clenched her teeth in silent mutiny. Nix cupped the back of her head, tugged slightly and kissed her hard on the lips. Excitement zinged through her system. Her attraction to him always presented itself at the most inappropriate moments.
    “I find that stubborn trait sexy, baby.”
    “Flattery gets you nowhere, Nix.” She winced at the tug against her wounded flesh as he rested her against Micah’s thighs.
    “What does?” Nix jerked the hem of one pant leg up and tugged the blade strapped to her ankle out of its harness.
    “Good deeds.”
    He brandished the knife he’d given her for her thirtieth birthday and grinned. “Does healing them count?”
    “No.”
    Nix rolled to his feet and leveled her with his stare. “You’re a hard woman to please.”
    “Cease the flirtations with my wife.” Micah’s grip on her shoulders intensified. “Heal those bottom-feeders, and then heal her.”
    Madison knocked his hands off her shoulders. “Your touch