The Cursed - By L.A. Banks Page 0,3

gift, to supplant my earlier rage?"

"Yes!" she shrieked, clasping his subtly bulking shoulders until her nails dug into his flesh. She bit him again hard, raking his skin with her fangs while sending a black current of energy up his spine that made him groan. "I will take you until you go blind and drop from the agony of pure pleasure in total exhaustion - like old times," she hissed into his ear, black blood filling her eyes as she made the vow and swooned under his ardent caress.

"I've learned so much over the years ... let me show you until the next full moon. One whole month of stabbing your mind with Neteru images ..."

"You still own those?" he whispered in a hot breath against her throat.

"Yes. Adam's, Cain's, Carlos's, and even Dante's. I will hold nothing away from you - even Eve's and Damali's, through their males, I have as my surprise offering to you. Even the spark of conception of your heir is yours to have through me. Will that make us even ... make up for the robbery you felt?"

"Yes ..." he moaned, dropping to his knees while holding her tightly and instantly transforming the stone beneath them into burning desert sand. "Show me all."

"Let me do that while I desecrate every orifice on your body to remind you why you made me your wife above all other demons."

"You were my first and best, Lilith. Thrust my mind," he whispered between his teeth.

"The only one to endure my all."

She seized his mind and gored it with every major catastrophe he'd visited upon the planet and infused it with the most erotically intense images she could wrest from her knowledge of the strong Neterus he hadn't bested.

"Like that... don't stop," he gasped, splaying his hands against her back. "Take me!" She tore at his throat and gave him the fleeting image of Cain with Damali. "After all I've endured to make you happy, I want a month of pure pleasure with you alone ... plus my return to favor as your second in command on Level Seven, not Six," she said, panting in Dananu through his thick black blood as it spilled down her chin. "I used to give you a

hundred demon births a day and she took that from me. From us. Work with me, husband, to protect what we have left in Nod. That is multiple surprises for the loss of one."

He lifted his head and stared at her, nodding, his eyes glowing black as his fangs slowly lengthened. His vertebrae quickly elongated, his tail now twining with hers in a feral, serpentine dance. He winced with unconcealed pleasure as she climbed up his body and wrapped her legs around his waist to mount him.

"So be it," he whispered sensually. "Then, for now, we'll be even."
CHAPTER ONE
Standing on the Edge of Hell

CHAPTER ONE

Tahiti...

He was lacing up his Tims in the living room of their ho tel suite by the time Damali opened her eyes, struggled to sit up, and half-stumbled through the doorway to argue. But there was nothing she could tell him. None of this was up for debate. It was a knowing that slammed his core, sat him straight up in bed, killed his libido, and sent him over the edge of the mattress, ready for war. Never in his life had he been so sure about what he had to do. What hit him felt like a white light ning charge direct from the archon's table of old.

He'd mentally sent the call out to the brothers already. Twelve days of bliss and the honeymoon was over. The meeting was already scheduled - 2100 hours, sharp. Nary a man in the joint objected. They all knew what time it was. It was about protecting theirs -

if the world got saved as a fringe benefit, cool. They all had something serious to lose. A preemptive strike was in order. An unmistakable energy jolt, throne level, had run up Carlos's spine, just like it hit Shabazz's locks and fucked with Mike's hearing in a low, re

lentless buzz. Dan and J.L. felt it no differently than Rider and Jose smelled it. Pure sulfur was rising.

Carlos stared at Damali. She lifted her chin and folded her arms over her chest. He would not be moved. Fine as she was, standing there half-naked and draped in white silk, that was the primary reason he was gonna do what he had to do. Unlike all the times in the