Astra Q. Phelps was stripped of her magic and the experience has understandably changed her life. While she’s no longer a slave to the constant sexual demands of her Settling, she’s now powerless and emotionally bereft.
The uber-sexy Dialle, king of the Royal Devils, is also in trouble. He’s lost his anchor to the light and dark forces are threatening to pull him under.
Through it all, deadly forces battle to keep the two lovers apart, plaguing them with doubts of their future. Is Dialle really the devil she needs? Is Astra the devilish miss he wants? They’ll have to decide if their love is worth the risks…or if they’d be better off letting it slip away.
Praise for other books in the series:
The Devil You Want: “Sam Cheever never ceases to amaze with the stories she weaves. They continue to be intense, very hot and filled with enough twists and turns to keep the reader amazed and intrigued. The ending is electrifying and you know we have not seen the last of this couple. Beautifully done – The Devil You Want by Sam Cheever. I know he is the devil I want.”~ 5 stars from Elise at SensualReads.com
The Devil You Know: “This is one sensual and spirited read. It is the entire cast of colorful characters, both good and bad and the in-between, that make this such an unforgettable story. I loved the tone of this book, while keeping up a fast-paced action it balances the catastrophes with a lightheartedness that kept me chuckling throughout. If you are looking for a steamy paranormal this is it and it proves just why this author has a spot on my must-read list.” The Romance Studio
“You nearly died.”
I struggled to sit upright. Dialle tried to help but I was pissed and shoved his hand away. “I wouldn’t have if somebody had bothered to tell me the water was drugged.”
His scowl deepened. “I didn’t know. The thing about Perdigo is that things keep flexing and changing here. No place stays the same and everything within is continually altering itself. The last time I came through here these waters were fine.”
I started to stand and wobbled, my knees giving out on me. I fell forward and Dialle caught me, dragging me across his lap. “Sit for a few minutes, Astra. Your body needs some time to recover from the waters and my healing.”
I shoved at his chest and tried to stand again, but he tightened his grip. “You are so stubborn.”
I glared at him. “In case you’ve forgotten, you dumped me recently. It shouldn’t be all that much of a surprise that I don’t want you touching me right now.”
He held my gaze for a long moment, emotion darkening his blue gaze. Finally he smiled and my sexual core tightened in response. It was his mischievous smile. I stiffened, worried about what he would do next. “I don’t like that look.”
He cocked his head, one heated hand sliding up my back. “I have no idea what you’re referring to, my love—”
“Don’t.” I shoved against his chest. “Don’t ever call me that again. In fact, don’t call me your anything. I’m not yours anymore. In any way.”
His hand skimmed along my spine and wrapped around the back of my neck, sending heat in soft tendrils coiling through my traitorous body. “I have been a fool, my love. But in my defense, I was only releasing you so that I would not drag you down with me.”
“Uh, huh.” I leaned forward, trying to escape the warmly delicious grip on my neck. Unfortunately the new position put me within a breath of his sexy lips. When I tried to lean away again his hand tightened on my neck.
His sexy gaze slipped over my face, warming me like a tender touch. “I’ve been devastated at the idea of never making love to you again, Astra.”
I swallowed hard as his delicious scent enfolded me, dragging my will to resist away. “You should have thought of that before you dumped me, bud.”
He leaned in and kissed my cheek, lingering long enough to make me suck in a breath as my body exploded into sensation from the simple act.
“I would have missed your taste.” His hot tongue swept out and slid across my lips, pressing the seam for entrance. I managed to resist opening to him, but just barely. His lips moved upward, to touch the tip of my nose. “I would have missed your delectable scent. Have I ever told you that you smell like vanilla and cherries?”
I squirmed as need, prickly and aggressive, twisted in my belly. “You’re just hungry. I know I’m starving.” As soon as the words left my lips I realized how they sounded.
He chuckled, the sound like heated fingers playing over my breasts. My nipples hardened under its power. “Yes. I am hungry, my love.” His lips pressed a tender kiss against my throat and, despite my will to resist, my head dropped back and my slut-monkey side started to bitch-slap my better intentions into silence.
The hand that had been holding me close slipped down my back and wrapped around my waist as he kissed his way down my throat to my shoulder, easing me down. By the time my back settled onto the rock beneath me his lips hovered over mine. Vibrating with overwhelming need, I inhaled the intoxicating wash of his breath and moaned, unable to stop myself from responding.
“I would have missed the exquisite softness of your skin. The rigid peaks of your nipples against my tongue.” His lips opened and he licked a trail down my throat, nuzzling an unprotected breast and pulling the hungry nipple into moist heat.
The warm, slightly smoky night air whispered past, creating gooseflesh on my damp skin. My belly quivered with building need as his hands skimmed gently over it, sliding down my hips and caressing my thighs. Beneath my naked buttocks, the flat, smooth rock felt like polished granite.
My thighs tightened with the need to open and, before I could stop myself I’d arched my hips, pressing myself into the hard ridge of his cock.
“Stop, Dialle. I don’t want this.” My plea was so pitiful and without weight even I disregarded it.
Dialle’s clothing disappeared in a whisper and he moved between my thighs, settling the thick head of his cock at my throbbing entrance. He looked down at me, sweeping a thick ribbon of wet hair from my cheek. “If you truly do not want me to make love to you I’ll leave, Astra. You need only say the word.”
Pain seared my chest again at the thought of his leaving. My pussy clenched in alarm and warm cream trailed from it. Without realizing what I was doing, my hands slid over his shoulders and into his hair, twining the midnight silk in my fingers and pulling him closer. “Don’t leave, Dialle. I think I’d die if you did.”