Desiring a Demon

Loving her is forbidden. Leaving her is impossible…

Desiring a Demon 500Raphael is the Archangel of Justice, a champion of humans, and a warrior who has kept demons from the human realm. Having a half-demon hiding in his home is strictly verboten. And the fact that he can’t keep his hands off her? Well, sometimes the war between good and evil is best fought between the sheets…

Astaroth Sinclair’s demon side is taking over, staining her entire body red and raising her body temperature hot enough to incinerate her clothes. Even more complicated is the fact that she is helplessly and hopelessly in love with Raphael—even if they have nothing in common other than explosive chemistry.

But when Asta starts digging for answers, she sets off a chain of events that no one could have foreseen. Now her love for Raphael will either save the world…or destroy it.

 

Title: Desiring a Demon
Series: Archangels #2
Author: Missy Jane
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: 232 pages
Release Date: April 2015
ISBN: 978-1-63375-263-4
Imprint: Covet

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“Jane’s archangels were surprisingly well developed with both endearingly human qualities and things that kept them just a little otherworldly.” –Rhianna Walker from RhiReading Blog

 

Desiring a Demon
by Missy Jane

Copyright © 2015 by Missy Jane. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

Chapter One

Asta rolled onto her side and stared at the red numbers on her bedside clock. It wasn’t even midnight yet. She shouldn’t be straining to hear the sound of Rafe coming home. She shouldn’t care. With a huff of frustration, she sat up and rubbed her hands over her face. Sleep had eluded her, but she refused to acknowledge why, even to herself. She left her very comfortable bed and strolled to the living room to watch TV.

Every now and again, she met a man who attracted her on more than a physical level. Because of her demon side, she’d never had the chance to explore where it could go before things soured. Rafe and his brothers had done their best to explain her parentage to her as soon as they realized her father was a demon. It hadn’t been easy, but she’d taken the news well in front of the others. Later, Rafe held her as she cried that night in his house. That had been the first and last time she’d shown any weakness in front of him.

Since Rafe had tolerated her for weeks on end, despite who she was, she now knew him better than anyone, and the attraction grew with every day.

An hour later, she was still flipping through channels when a key turned in the front door lock. Her pulse sped up, and she fought to calm it as Rafe walked into his home. From the corner of her eye she saw him enter the living room, drawn by the sound of the TV, most likely. He stood and crossed his arms but she couldn’t see the expression on his face. Her blond angel was one hot piece of man. Broad shoulders tapered down to a trim waist and muscular legs. He and his brothers rarely swung swords around, but their bodies easily told of that skill and many others. In what had to be a great cosmic joke, he was the epitome of what she’d create to be the perfect man. He pushed every single one of her hot buttons just by standing in the same room.

But a demon and an angel together? Never.

“I expected you to be asleep by now,” he said.

His deep voice thrummed through her veins, igniting her blood like a live wire. She always reacted to him in the same way, and it seriously pissed her off.

“I’m not tired,” she replied before looking at him.

One blond brow went up, and he smirked at her obvious lie. Her shoulders drooped in fatigue, and she’d seen the circles under her eyes earlier. But there was no way in hell she’d admit to waiting up for him.

He removed his suit jacket and dropped it carelessly on the nearest surface. She watched the play of muscles beneath his shirt as he crossed the room to sit at her side on the sofa.

“So…how was it?” Pride filled her at the steadiness of her voice. Perhaps he wouldn’t realize how hurt she was at not being invited.

Leaning close, he put his arm across the back of the sofa behind her. She fought the urge to cuddle into his warmth.

“It was good…different. We’d never done the ceremony before and didn’t know what to expect.”

She nodded as he regarded her steadily.

“You know that’s why I said you should stay here, right? We had no clue what might happen, and I didn’t want you hurt.”

She shrugged and stared at the TV again. Of course she couldn’t attend a religious ceremony. Her demon half would probably rebel in some way, and she could’ve been a danger to everyone. But knowing that hadn’t eased the loneliness she’d felt all night.

“Hey.” He used a finger to turn her face his way. “You do know that’s the only reason I didn’t take you, right?”

“Yeah,” she replied shakily. “Of course.”

His finger lingered a moment, then he slipped it up her cheek. He finished the movement by tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. They weren’t long enough to stay there.

“I’m sorry if you felt left out, Asta, but your safety comes first.”

“I know. It’s fine.”

Annoyance filled her. She dropped the remote in his lap then pushed off the sofa and stepped away from him. Being angry at Rafe was irrational and pointless, because he really was concerned about her safety. But irrational or not, it still hurt to be left behind when he gathered with his brothers for something so important.

“So Zerach’s human now?” she asked.

A glance showed his shrug as he watched her pretend to rummage through his DVDs.

“For all intents and purposes, yes, but he will retain some of his angelic powers.”

“Will he still help keep demons from crossing over?”

“Not physically, no. It’ll be too dangerous for him to fight them in the way we do, but he can help in other ways.

He’s mortal but he’ll still have angelic strength, and, to some small degree, angelic senses.”

“His wings?”

“No…and I think that really bothers him. Isadora seemed pretty worried about it.”

“Yeah. She told me that was one of the most difficult hurdles he’d have to face in his decision to fall for her.”

She sighed. “But they love each other, so I guess Zerach thought his sacrifices were worth it. They’ve been flying around a lot the past week. She hasn’t said what he thinks about not fighting demons anymore though.”

He chuckled. “It’s a never-ending pain in the ass, but protecting humans from an overwhelming evil influence is one of the main reasons Watchers were created.”

“But you and your brothers aren’t Watchers.”

He shrugged. “Strictly speaking, no. But as soon as we decided to remain in the human realm we took on that role.
It will be a new life for Zerach, because he’s been demon hunting for centuries. But I’m sure Isadora will be able to keep him happily occupied now.”

Isadora was the only person Asta considered a true friend. Rafe was…complicated, but she could tell Isadora anything. Though any time she was near Rafe she wanted to confess every secret she ever had, she held back a lot from him. But then, she’d always been careful with men, even before she knew she should be.

She turned her attention back to the DVDs and began to rearrange them. Rafe closed the distance silently, and she jumped when he set his large hands on her shoulders.

“Shit. You scared me.” A shiver worked down her spine from his touch, but not from being startled.

“Sorry.” He chuckled. “I didn’t mean to. Why don’t you go to bed? I’m home. Nothing’s going to hurt you while I’m here.”

She closed her eyes and fought back annoyance at both herself and him. Herself, because she really did rest easier when he was around, and him, for knowing it. “I’m not exactly fragile, you know.”

“Yeah, I do know. But you are exhausted.” He used his hands on her shoulders to turn her so she faced him. “The
shadows under your eyes aren’t getting any smaller. Go to bed, Asta.”

She pushed him away halfheartedly and headed for the guestroom.

“Hey,” he called out.

She stopped and looked back at him over her shoulder. “What?”

“Sweet dreams.”

She quickened her step so he wouldn’t see her blush.

Rafe fought down an uncharacteristic spurt of annoyance as she left the room. Much more than just a woman,Asta
embodied sensual temptation. Her demon half rarely showed in his presence but he knew it was there, sensed it on an elemental level. Which was the main reason he’d done no more than provide a safe place for her to sleep and eat, despite his hidden desires. Part of him wanted to run after her, strip her out of her skin-tight jeans and ugly black T-shirt, and taste every inch of her ivory skin. The other, more disciplined, part of him fought to keep from pulling his fiery sword from the ether and lopping off her head. One less demon to wreak havoc in the mortal plane.

Because she wasn’t truly a demonic threat, and because he shouldn’t lust after her, he was pacing around his living room while listening to her getting ready for bed. He looked heavenward with a sigh. Eons of life fighting against demons, and now a half-demon resided in his very human home. What an odd turn of events.

With a shake of his head, he wandered to his own bedroom. The Source had overlooked every other vice the angels had taken up over the centuries. Sex was certainly not off-limits. However, Rafe was very leery of giving into his physical want of Asta. What would happen then? Perhaps she’d be more demon than human and kill him. Or maybe she’d assume he was hers to play with, and she’d be as sadistic as every other demon he’d ever encountered. He couldn’t chance it. There were still too many unknowns.

He took a quick shower and got into bed, but sleep eluded him. One of his six brothers was now mortal, more human than angel. Zerachial had chosen to fall for a human, Isadora, and he would now age along with her for one human lifetime. After that…who knew for certain? Only the Source of All Creation, and that voice hadn’t spoken to any of them in eons. He put that thought out of his mind and, with a sigh, let his body rest.

What felt like seconds later, he shot upright in bed, panting and drenched in sweat. A glance around the room proved he was home, in his bed, with no lower-level demons anywhere in sight. He wiped his hands down his face and groaned as the nightmare replayed through his mind. Asta had been surrounded by flames, and he hadn’t been able to get to her. As an Archangel, he couldn’t ignore what he’d seen; his dreams had proven to be prophetic time and time again.

“Damn.”

They all knew her father remained a threat to the human realm and to her specifically. But now his dream warned him something bad was coming, and he had no idea how to stop it.