Soul Enslaved (Sons of Wrath Book 3) by Keri Lake Read Free Book Online

want to be at the mercy of my most gracious ladies, I suggest you release this demon and step your adrenaline, testosterone-glutton asses the fuck off.” Her eyes narrowed on the demon silently tearing her apart from where he still sat slumped on the floor. “I got a pretty little thing for you, honey. All claws and no mercy.”
    The warden cleared his throat, his gaze flitting between Nola and Gavin. “It seems your summons has overridden your … sentencing. You will resume your time once your debt to the succubus has been paid.”
    “I understand.” Gavin nodded and turned his attention back to Nola. “Will she be requiring my services for long?”
    Nola lips stretched into a wide grin. “I’ll let Sabelle discuss the terms with you, suga.”
    ***
    From across her kitchen, Sabelle leveled her gaze, in the most respectfully pissed off way, on the heavyset woman who stood, arms crossed, in front of her. “Nola. I can’t do this. Not today. You can’t just drop him on my front porch, in the middle of the afternoon … like he’s some package I ordered from Male Depot. Christ, my kids, my house is wrecked to shit … I barely have food in the cupboards. I’d planned to wait another couple days until my next check. I can’t have him here today .”
    “Sabelle, you know I love you more than your own momma ever could. But that man just spent the last month sleeping on a concrete slab while his body was used as a knife sharpener. I ain’t takin’ him back.”
    “I’m sorry … but that’s not my pr—”
    Nola raised her hand. “Your dirty laundry and lack of cuisine is not on his list of priorities. Last I checked, Wraths only ate for pleasure.” Her waggling eyebrows teased a frown from Sabelle. “However, any more time down there, and you’d have lost your chance to have him at your complete disposal.” She shrugged. “And I believe you have good purpose for his services. So you got him a week earlier. So what. Fuck him like you mean it, because he’s here to please you and pleasure you for as long as you see fit.”
    “Yeah. That’s going to happen with my kids running around.”
    “Sabelle, you are the only succubus I know who won’t fuck in her own home. It relieves stress. Makes you smile every so often. Ever think it might do your kids some good to see their momma happy?”
    “Gods, does everything have to be about sex?”
    “Said the succubus. Are we done?”
    Sabelle tipped her head back and sighed. “He’s not sleeping in my bed, just so we’re clear.”
    Nola shook her head and smiled. “You got a prime piece of ass lying on your couch. I mean, grade A perfection, panty-dripping prime!” She gave a ‘ mmm mmm mmm ’ and shook her head again. “’Bout five hundred years younger and I’d be strapping that male to my bedpost. Lighten up, baby. This could be the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
    Rubbing her temples, Sabelle screwed her eyes shut. “I find that hard to believe.”
    ***
    Gavin stirred on the couch. The wounds on his chest burned as they sealed themselves, while the constant throb in his ear beat a reminder of his torture with every inhale.
    A scent infiltrated his mind. Not a house-smell, but something much sweeter. Feminine. Mouthwatering. Gavin took deep breaths, savoring it as the deliciousness coated his tongue and throat and hit the back of his mouth like warm apple pie oozing with sweet caramel.
    Goddamn, what is that?
    He sat up on the couch, head angled high and eyes closed, concentrating on the scent.
    A shiver traipsed his spine at the same time a vision of Sabelle in black lace lingerie, tied to the bed, flashed through his head. Tingles warming his skin, the scent overwhelmed him, saliva pooling on his tongue—until a prick of his lip broke him free from the trance.
    Gavin’s eyes flew open. Salty blood coated his tongue, as he licked his lip and hit a fang. He’d almost taken his demonic form over that?
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