The Reaper and the Cop by Mina Carter Read Free Book Online

body, he would look after her and protect her from whatever nasties were out there. Nasties that he’d learned in the last year or so extended far beyond the human race.
    “For a pretty boy, anyway.”
    Amusement bubbled up, curving his lips into a broad smile, and he dropped a kiss against her temple. Snark. Just what he was learning to expect from her, and he was finding he liked it. Liked it a lot.
    “Oh yeah? Pretty boy? You really want to go there?” He was more than ready to get down and dirty again, and proved as much with a roll of his hips, sliding his still rock-solid shaft between her folds. Her soft gasp, the one with the little mewl at the end that drove him wild, made the male animal within preen with pride. He’d done that, he’d made her gasp and cling to him as though he were her rock.
    “Oh, yeah...” He answered his own question, the words trailing off as their eyes locked. Like putting a match to touch paper, heat blazed between them, going from slumbering to inferno in less than the time it took him to take a breath. “Upstairs,” he ordered, the growl in his voice surprising even him. “Now it’s my turn to give the orders.”

Chapter Five
     
    Hearing the sound of breaking glass in the early hours of the morning is nothing new for me. On a normal night, I’m the one causing the breakage though, by the tried and tested method of throwing someone through it, not being yanked out of sleep in a cute guy’s bed because of it.
    I jerked upright into a sitting position, sheet slithering to my waist, and listened. My own breathing rasped in my ears, mocking my attempts to hear what was going on downstairs. Ordinary human, remember? I don’t have the vision of a hawk or the hearing of…whatever hears really well.
    My reaper senses engaged in a screaming match with good old human, survival instincts and the hairs on the back of my neck rose. Something was in the house with us, and let’s be honest, it wasn’t here for anything as harmless as borrowing a cup of sugar.
    Troy grunted and turned over in the bed next to me, managing a neat roll and tuck maneuver that snagged all the covers. I’d have to remember he was a duvet-hog. Slipping from the bed, I sent a silent prayer upward that habit had made me put something on after we’d finished our last round of pulse-pounding sex.
    Tingles chased over my skin as the memories tried to take root. Troy was good. Like really good. We’d barely made it upstairs after the couch…well, okay, we hadn’t made it to the bedroom straight away. I had carpet burns on my ass to prove it.
    I walked into my boots, zipping them up the sides in a practiced movement. Vest, panties and boots, I wasn’t going to win any fashion shows, but there was no time for pants, and to be honest, if my semi-nakedness gave me an edge in a fight, I’d take it. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve flashed the girls and kicked an opponent in the balls while he was distracted.
    Not bothering to wake Troy, I went to grab my blades from their sheaths on the back of my belt. The sheaths must be be-spelled or something. When the sickles are away, I can walk through a cop-shop without anyone screaming about me being armed, and Troy had brought my clothes up from downstairs without a word. Although, he had been frowning, his thumb rubbing over one of the sheaths as though something bothered him.
    I pondered that for a second. Was he a sensitive? Perhaps had something non-human in his family tree somewhere that allowed him to see creatures like me. I pulled and the blades came free with a small snick. It was almost soundless, but I cast a quick glance over to the bed anyway. Last thing I needed was Troy waking up.
    Men are a nightmare in a fight. Most want to wade in and protect the little woman, which meant I’d have my hands full kicking the crap out of whatever was in the house and protecting him as well. No, better he stay up here asleep while I worked.
    The house was too quiet. I