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

ache beat in his groin, lifting his ass off the couch and then dissipated, spreading heat into his thighs, a rush of blood straight to his dick.
    As if his libido had awakened from a slumber.
    A tight grip of his bulge confirmed it and he froze, icy crystals of panic climbing his spine as a bleak awareness settled over him.
    Shit. No. No. No.
    In spite of the burn of his wounds, Gavin sat forward, clutching his forehead. Only time a demon took his native form while thinking about a female was when protecting her, fucking her or about to dive headfirst into a Savidon.
    He shook his head and knocked at his temple to beat the image out of his brain. No fuckin’ way. It wasn’t the right time for his Savidon to hit, anyway, but he sure as hell didn’t need the her to be a vengeful succubus. Some things in life, a bastard just stayed away from: deadly tidal waves, category five hurricanes, quicksand, and the succubi.
    Deep, calming breaths and a jab to his festering wound for good measure, had his body crawling back into itself, returning to its normal state.
    Yeah, it’d been a long time since he’d been with a female, but centuries wouldn’t willingly coax him into bed with one of those crazy sex fiends. Especially when he’d be open to bonding with just about anything. It’d take some heavy hitting drugs and a severe knock to the head.
    Fortunately, Sabelle didn’t seem too keen on him, either, which suited Gavin just fine. Though it left him wondering what the hell she did want with him.
    Two more knocks to the skull still couldn’t loosen the image from his mind.
    “D-d-does it hurt?”
    Gavin lowered his hands from his face and sat back on the couch. The blond spongy curls, cherubim face and cerulean eyes of an incubus were a dead giveaway, though he looked older than the last time Gavin had seen him. Sabelle’s son, a twin to her daughter, Jane, stood beside the couch with his gaze fixed on Gavin’s unbuttoned shirt.
    “Hey … Thomas, right?” He offered his hand, smiling with amusement when Thomas simply stared at his outstretched arm.
    The kid dragged his nose across the sleeve of his Transformers shirt. Funny to see him in casual clothes when he looked like he belonged in a cloth diaper with a bow strapped to his shoulder. “You got blood on ya shirt.”
    Gavin glanced down. “Ah, yeah. I, um … had an accident.”
    “A-a-accident?”
    “I fell. And got some blood on my shirt. I’m okay, though.”
    “My M-M-Mommy can clean it. She cleans blood off my booboos and g-g-gives me Spidaman Band-aids.”
    Gavin grinned at that. “Think she’d give me a Spiderman Band-Aid for mine?”
    He shrugged. “Ask her.”
    “You like Transformers , huh?”
    “Yeah. I-I-I like Optimus P-P-Prime.” Thomas fell forward, catching himself on the back of the couch, chin propped against his palm. “A-a-are you staying with us?”
    “Visiting. For a little while.”
    “I gotta go. M-M-Mommy says I hafta take a nap, and she’ll be m-m-mad.”
    “In the middle of the afternoon?” In Gavin’s world, naps happened between bar closing and breakfast joints opening up for business.
    “Yeah. Bye.”
    “Good to see you, Thomas.”
    The little blonde puttered up the staircase.
    Holy hell, Gavin needed a shower. His muscles sagged at the thought of heated sprays dancing across his skin, providing bitter sweet pain as they licked his wounds. The frigid baths of Obsidius had taken one of his favorite pastimes and made it abso-fucking-lutely miserable. Even at the mercy of a vengeance-hungry succubus, he’d revel in the opportunity to lose himself in the spray—assuming she allowed him to shower.
    The door flew open, and Sabelle stood beside her Divine Matron, rubbing her raw-looking arm and nibbling on her lip like she wanted to consume the damn thing.
    Nola gave a wink and brushed her hand through Gavin’s hair as she stepped past him. “You kids get along. Don’t make me come back here.”
    “Nola!” Sabelle