Chasing Angel (Divisa #3)

I stared into his golden eyes, searching for a slice of silver, anything to assure me that Chase was in there, but his demon growled and crushed his lips to mine in a searing kiss, branding me his. At first I was too stunned to do anything. One hand was already up my shirt and the other was tugging on my waistline.

Feelings of longing so intense rose up in me. Heat blossomed between us, and a thrill ran through the length of my body. He rubbed against me as his hand glided down under my thigh and lifted my leg, wrapping it around him. I drank in the intoxicating scent of him.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that this wasn’t Chase driving me blind with need. Yes it was his lips, his body pressed to mine, but it wasn’t him in control. His demon growled against my mouth as he pressed his lips to mine in another soul-shattering kiss.

I’d seen Chase lose control before, but this time I wasn’t sure I wanted him to stop. It was only a matter of seconds before my shirt would be on the floor, probably in shreds. I couldn’t believe that I was actually contemplating halting the steamiest make-out session of my life. I wanted him. I wanted this. Then why was I so concerned that I might go all the way with his demon?

This was where I got confused.

They were one and the same, but at the same time I knew they could be completely different. It was almost like he had two souls living inside him. Sometimes working together, other times struggling against each other.

I wasn’t even sure I had the willpower to stop.

His fingers were pushing the material up, skimming the bottoms of my breasts. I closed my eyes and moaned, lifting up into his touch. He was making it nearly impossible for me to think, to reason why we weren’t supposed to be doing this.

In the end, I realized I didn’t just want his demon. I wanted them both, a blend of both of them. I didn’t even know if that was possible, but I loved them both. And right now, it was his demon making the moves.

And boy could he make the moves.

Tearing my lips from his, I said his name, but he wasn’t easily diverted. Before I even called his name, he had already moved those sinful lips to my ear and down to my neck. He was making it nearly impossible to speak, let alone stop. My entire body was purring.

“Chase,” I said with more force and pushed against his chest.

He hovered over me, locked on my face. I watched as he wrestled with the demon, both fighting for what they wanted. Me. That was thrilling and frightening. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit scared he wouldn’t stop. There was also a secret part of me that was exhilarated that his demon wanted me, that I could drive the darkest part of Chase mad with desire. But I also had the power to reach through the roaring demon and bring back the guy I loved.

His eyes slowly began to clear, silver melting through the gold. It was astonishing, mesmerizing, like Chase himself. “Angel,” he said in a gruff voice, thick with lust. He dropped his head into my neck and nuzzled butterfly kisses against my skin.

I knew that I didn’t have it in me to say no a second, or was it a third time? He was usually the one with self-control, not me. I was a hussy when it came to Chase.

Again I questioned why I had stopped.

A beat later, it finally sunk in, and I felt the change in his body. He froze before pulling away from me. Rolling to the other side of the bed with closed eyes, he shoved his hands into his hair. I lay where I was, trying to calm my accelerated heart rate.

“What just happened?” he asked in a gruff voice.

“Umm. I figured you could tell me.”

“Did I hurt you?” his voice was tight.

I turned to my side, leaning on my elbow, and looked down at his guilt-ridden face. “Of course not. You never hurt me.”

He released a gush of air, still staring at the ceiling. “I just…I lost it.”

I wished he would look at me. “I know. Even when you are not yourself, I’m still safe.”

“There is always the chance that I could...”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so and I think deep down, you know it too.”

What he said next had the hairs on my neck standing up. “I had this dream…”

“Oh my God.” I bolted upright. “So did I. It was so real.”

His eyes narrowed. “Let me guess. I had the starring role.”

“No, actually it was Jensen Ackles.” I couldn’t resist.

“Who?” he asked, a flash of murder springing to his eyes.

I rolled mine. “Don’t you ever watch TV? Supernatural…”

He blinked.

“Never mind. Of course it was about you, jerk.”

This time, a light of cockiness gleamed in his demon-free eyes. “We were totally getting it on, weren’t we?”

I fumbled with my grey sheet. “That’s one way of putting it.”

A deep heave escaped from his chest. “I don’t remember anything after that. I don’t even remember waking up or coming over here.”

I blew out a breath. “Yeah, I kind of figured that part out when I noticed you creepily lurking in my doorway with your demon eyes.”

He moved like lightning, pinning my hands above my head. I found myself lying flat underneath him. “You liked it,” he said with a jaw-dropping smirk.