Snippet Saturday – Sweethearts – Her Demonic Angel (Her Angel romance series book 5)

It’s time for Snippet Saturday! Each week has a theme or is author’s choice. This week the theme is Sweethearts.

When thinking about sweethearts, I considered many angles, not just the typical high school romance one. I don’t write those sorts of stories after all. For some reason, I think of Veiron and Erin whenever I think of sweethearts. Those two were made for each other. So today, my snippet comes from the fifth book in my Her Angel romance series, Her Demonic Angel.

Veiron nodded and walked up the beach with Marcus, heading for the complex. Warm lights lit the path to the brilliant blue pool and the bar next to it. Erin sat on one of the stools lining the oblong thatched building with Amelia next to her, nursing a brightly coloured drink and wearing very little. The sight of Erin in nothing but a black bikini top and a pair of black shorts heated his blood but it was the way the men coming and going between the bar and the tables on the patio were ogling her that sent his temperature soaring. If it hadn’t been for Marcus walking beside him, his eyes glued to him, watching him, Veiron might have completely lost his head.

As it was, he had to fight hard to quell his raging desire to slaughter them all for looking at Erin with lust in their eyes.

Impulse control. He really had to work on it because with things so fragile between him and Erin, one wrong move would destroy everything they had built with each other. He didn’t think she would like it if he flipped out, unleashed his darker side, and savaged every mortal male who had dared to glance her way in the past few minutes, let alone the fact that he would alert the Devil to her location and likely bring some unwanted visitors to the island.

Veiron settled for glaring at them all whenever they looked at him, pinning them with dark looks that conveyed every bone-crushing and bloody thought filling his mind.

He slid onto the padded stool next to Erin at the bar. Amelia looked across her at him and then over her shoulder. Marcus played his part and lured her away, leaving him alone with Erin.

Erin continued to suck on the straw in her cocktail, her amber eyes fixed on the bar and head lowered enough that the short lengths of her black hair fell forwards and concealed part of her face.

Veiron wasn’t sure where to start. Speaking to her had sounded like a good thing and he had hoped to be calm and rational about everything but the sight of so many men looking at her had him riled and snappish. Not the best of moods for a heart to heart.

“Be careful when you go back,” she said without looking at him. “I don’t like the thought of you going down there, not after what I saw, but I won’t try to stop you.”

“I can take care of myself. I have done for centuries.” Veiron shrugged and leaned one elbow on the bar and swivelled to face her.

She didn’t move to face him. Her gaze stayed glued to her drink and she prodded at the ice and chunks of pineapple with her black straw. Not quite the response he should have given her. He should have told her that he would take care and that he was going there for her sake as much as he was for his. She needed answers and he would get them for her. She might have liked to hear that. Maybe he could have hooked her hair behind her ear and touched her cheek too. It would’ve been better than sounding like a heartless bastard.

“I don’t care,” she whispered and then sighed. “I just want to hear you promise you’ll be careful.”

Veiron shrugged. “I’m a demon. We’re not big on promises.”

Erin sighed again, her bare shoulders lifting with it. He wanted to kiss that milky patch of skin, desired to worship it and ease her pain. If he did, she would know that he felt something for her and that leaving her was the last thing he wanted to do, but he wasn’t sure what he was doing or how he was feeling or what were the right reactions to it all.

“I had that one coming.” She lifted her head and looked across at him, her eyes full of hurt that he had heard in her soft voice. “I forgot where you were from and I shouldn’t have said all those things about your home. I wasn’t thinking. It’s just… you’re nothing like the ones who held me captive and I don’t think of you as one of them, so I didn’t think that what I said was going to hurt you… but I should have… and I’m sorry I said it.”

Veiron stared at her in silence. She swallowed and her gaze slowly fell to her drink again, and she started poking it with her straw.

“Don’t worry about it.” He brushed the hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear and savouring how soft her skin was beneath his fingers. Skin he wanted to kiss every inch of so she would know that she was precious to him and he couldn’t get enough of her. “You’ve been through a lot and you’re entitled to your opinion. I don’t hold it against you.”

Much.

He shouldn’t hold it against her at all but he couldn’t shake the voice that kept telling him that whenever she cursed Hell and his kind, she cursed him too.

“But I hurt you.”

Veiron didn’t acknowledge that. She already looked miserable enough without him adding to it by confirming that she had wounded him with her thoughtless words.

He flagged the bartender instead. “Double whiskey.”

The man poured it for him and slid it across the bar, all without his gaze straying to Erin. Wise man. Never a wiser one in existence. A fight, even one using mortal strength, would make Veiron feel a whole lot better right about now and he would be quick to take anyone up on the offer they made by looking at Erin.

Wouldn’t that just impress the beautiful woman beside him?

He would probably seal his fate if he lashed out at any of the mortal males in the vicinity, even if he did withhold most of his strength. Erin would think him a monster.

“I thought you wouldn’t be able to drink,” she said, oblivious to the dark thoughts that were probably showing in his eyes, ringing them with crimson.

Veiron laughed. “I refer you back to my earlier comment. I’m a demon.”

“A demonic angel.”

Veiron swirled the whiskey around his glass, staring at the amber liquid. “Something like that… I think the popular term is Hell’s angel… most just call me a demon.”

Erin flinched. “I’m sorry.”

“About what?” He looked across at her. Something told him she wasn’t apologising for her outburst on the boat now.

“About letting Amelia keep me occupied all day when all I really wanted to do was take you back to our villa and get wild with you.” She smiled but it was short lived. “She kept telling me things and I think they were meant to drive a wedge between us but they only made me want to see you and be with you even more.”

Veiron smiled now. That sounded like his Erin, the rebellious woman who probably liked him more because of the bad things he had done. He kept trying to be a good man for her, to prove he had a good heart and was what she needed, and it turned out she wanted the bad boy instead.

“What did she tell you?” He sipped his whiskey and enjoyed the burn as he swallowed.

“She told me about what happened to you all and then Marcus told me more… about what Heaven and Hell did to you… and I understand why you want to get your own back.” She took another long suck on her straw, draining the last of her cocktail. “I’m worried about you, Veiron, and I know you’ll just tell me not to in that gruff way of yours and that you can take care of yourself, but that isn’t going to stop me from worrying when you go to Hell… I need to know that you’ll be safe because I… I care about you… a lot.”

Veiron’s eyes widened. Was she saying what he thought she was? He stared into her eyes, trying to see it in them, but she lowered them to her bare knees.

He smiled even though she wouldn’t see it. She didn’t need to feel awkward about what she had said, but if it made her feel better, he could confess his feelings in a roundabout manner too. “You know, I thought you hadn’t been wearing much when I first met you but this little number… fuck, do I want you when you look so sexy… and I want to kill every man who is looking at you… because you’re mine, Erin.”

She blushed and bit her lower lip, a beautiful touch of shyness that tugged at his protective side before she lifted her eyes and met his, sending a hot jolt through him that rocked him to his core. Damn, he wanted her right here and right now, regardless of the audience.

Erin reached across, all hint of shyness gone as her pupils ate up her irises, swamping her eyes with desire and passion that he had tasted firsthand and wanted to taste again, craved like a drug. She laid her palm on his bare chest and his heart beat wildly, blood rushing through his veins. Her caress was fire and what she said knocked the air from his lungs and made him want to wrap her in his embrace and fly away with her.

“You’re mine, too, Veiron,” she husked and dropped her gaze to his lips before dragging it back up to his, sending another white-hot bolt of hunger through him. “And I’m never letting you go.”

Veiron growled, wrapped his arm around her back and dragged her off her stool and into him. He claimed her mouth, crushing her lips with his and kissing her with all the force of his desire and need for her. She moaned, her hands pressing against his bare chest, searing him down to his soul.

Mine. She belonged to him now, hadn’t denied him and had claimed him as hers too, and had vowed to keep him.

He wanted to be hers.

Needed it.

He would give all of himself to her and take all of her in return, and nothing would stand between them.

Not even the Devil himself.

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Her Demonic Angel
Felicity Heaton
A demonic angel with a heart of ice, Veiron walks a dark path with vengeance on his mind. Nothing will sway him from his mission to destroy his master… until he risks his life to enter Hell once more to save a mortal female. The fiery beauty makes him burn with hungers he must battle and needs he cannot deny, tempting him to surrender body and soul to her.

Erin is convinced her refusal to do the Devil’s bidding will see her die in a terrifying realm straight out of her nightmares. The last thing she expects is the lethally sensual warrior who breaks into her cell and awakens the darkest desires of her heart and a fierce longing to know the heat of his caress.

Pulled into an incredible world where war is set to ignite and darkness is on the rise, Erin races with Veiron to escape the Devil’s legions in a journey fraught with danger and filled with passion that flares white-hot.

When Erin is faced with a life-shattering realisation and an extraordinary destiny, will their love give them the strength to battle both Heaven and Hell or will they be parted forever?

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